Tuesday, April 6, 2010

We'll Call it a Vacation

Hello Children
As I'm certain you're all aware, Waffles and I have been absent from this brave new world for a few weeks. For my absence I apologise (and I commend Waffles for finally giving up on posting).

Which raises the question, where the hell were you?

I know your lives have been largely incomplete these last two weeks, and so was mine. I missed my man in another country who did sleep around a bit when he was away. Good for him. Bad for me.

Boo, so after hearing about these conquests I decided it was time for MY vacation. I went to Vancouver Island for the week and blissfully slipped into a bit of a alcohol fuelled non-existance. Twas wonderful.

I think I'm mostly over little j and just had some romanticising built up in my blood, some fairy tale in which everything was all rainbows and daisies. Now that I've screwed that out of my system I feel slightly better.

You know who doesn't feel better? Everyone else.

Waffles and the ex aren't doing well. They're having lots of minor tiffs and I told him that they should just get a divorce or stop fucking. He didn't like the suggestion.

Little j says he's happy that I was a slut on vacation because so was he. Fair's fair.

And what of Old Man Earl... He's... alive. He's quite stressed and isn't handling himself very well (he might be living solely on tea). I've talked to B about it and he concurs that Earl needs some more help (and less self medicating). I'm sure he'll be fine, he's been depressed most of his life so this is just a rough patch. Probably the alcohol.

So that's a brief update of my charisma, uniqueness, nerve, and talent.

You're all a bunch of slags
Duchess Anita Fisten-Botten

Friday, March 19, 2010

Self-Uninterest

I still need some time to sort my shit out before i update the Waffles and Mark fb status. Well, it got complicated, but I don't want to talk about it until after I get calmed down.

Instead let's look at current events, because those never make anyone upset.

Hmmmm, Canada has some stuff, blah blah blah, hockey, blah blah blah, not much gay/good looking men stuff. So we'll skip that and look at some pressing matters down south.

Lt. Dan Choi got arrested!
WTF! I don't really know much about the man except that he is the poster manchild of DADT lately. He was going to go to UBC (to give a lecture) if their pride organisation could muster some ridiculous amount of funds (several thousand dollars). But he got arrested at the White House (or in front) for protesting DADT. Good for him, not enough rightious people are being arrested these days for their causes. Let's follow his example and all get arrested (then let the jailhouse rock really begin).

While I myself am a coward and always banked on my pink card to get me out of fighting any wars, I have nothing but respect for the men and women who put their lives on the line for others. [edited criticism of a certain douchey president/vice-president and their douchbaggery] Especially the ones who have to make the personal sacrifice by staying closeted or else getting kicked out of their career. It's BS.

Moving on...

Let the Dykes Dance
I may not agree with their ability to dance, but i will defend to the death the right to do it (seriously, there's something hypnotic about watching them). All jokes aside, I'd like to have a conversation with the person who thought this was a good solution to the problem. I'm sure the thought process was something like:

Well I could either let these, girls go together, OR I could make them the cause of us cancelling the prom... Which would do more damage to everyone involved? Hmmmm. Sully the reputation of our school, embroil us in controversy, and make this girl a social-martyr for gay rights, or let them dance... It's tough...


Toss up, i'm not sure which I would rather... fuck some people are stupid. Speaking of stupid, a General is responding to calls for the end of DADT by citing gay dutch troops as the cause of a massacre during the Bosnian war.

I'm ashamed to be human today.

I'm sure there are loads of other things I just wanted to get some ranting done...

I still need a sign off.

Que Sera Sera

Hello Children
I'm not sure how it happened, but for some reason I've started posting on here more regularly than my dearest Waffles and Old Man Grey... (I should probably call an ambulance to check up on him)

Oh my, so little has happened and yet I still need to tell you, my dearies, about so much. Earl is off the wagon (Seinfeld-ian aside, is it off the wagon or on the wagon?) anyway, he's an adult and I think we can all forgive him for partaking in something that's as natural as breathing for most of us... (or me anyway)

I haven't seen Waffles in a few days, but apparently he's been here to clean things up, I think he's sulky about something but he usually tells me such things so I don't care. And even if I did, it would probably only be because I was right about he and his ex being a bad idea... Suck it. I was right.

As for little J, he's off to Greece. We spoke very briefly before he left, he seemed excited, I told him to sleep with someone pretty with an outrageous last name for me and back hair thick enough to braid and he laughed... then he got kind of quiet. I don't even know what to make from that, I told him to have fun though.

Then the unthinkable happened.

I turned off the cam, and sighed. Lordy what's a happenin to me? Sighing is a tremendously sacred act for queens and queers, reserved for moments of utter mockery. Usually paired with an eye roll, a bitch please, or just a scathing look, the sigh is to be deployed with the utmost of bitchery. But this... this was an honestly pensive *sigh*. I miss him. And I think he may've been disappointed when I told him to sleep with something pretty.

Fuck real emotions, I'm going dancing tonight with some of the Daniels, perhaps Waffles if he feels up to it after work (by that i mean he's not off fucking his emotions/mark). Join me if you like, i'll be the Fab Drag Queen double fisting on the dance floor.

You're all a bunch of slags
Duchess Anita Fisten-Botten

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Puzzles

Hello Children
I do feel much better, thank you so much for asking. It was however quite difficult to get myself back to work today as I was enjoying not doing a thing for several days...

Now I won't give you the exciting details of my dramatic recovery, I will mention that flu meds with a mystery expiration date and rupaul's drag race make for interesting and vivid dreams. I did talk to little J yesterday though, on skype so we didn't have to waste any more precious dollars that I already don't have. His term is going well, although apparently the two weeks he took off for the olympics weren't his spring break, which is next week... and while I would love to say that he'll be coming on down to visit this queen for a week... sadly he's going to Greece. Slag. He's gonna meet some sexy chica on the beach to replace me.

Alright so i'm less upset by the prospect of such hotties w/ j provided its videotaped... but still.

I'm at Old Man Grey's house, he is pretty sick still, poor thing, on his way out and all. He asked me to help him with his new office layout, it's like tetris. Make everything fit and make sure there aren't stupid unusable spaces.

In between his coughing hacking and wheezing, Grey is telling me about an amusing comic book character he thought of. Just so we're clear concrete is not a superpower. Anyway, I voiced my opinion that lab accidents were no longer interesting origin stories. If I were a super hero (and sometimes I think I am) I would want an amazing origin. Like cloud from marvel comics, a sentient nebula to-be? why yes, that is feasible.

Granted I haven't exactly revolutionised the comic industry, but one day. Perhaps a fabulous drag queen is getting hate crimed when she discovers that she can use songs(lip-sync'd of course) to distort the perceptions of others! Or an over the hill mo discovers he has a magic teapot that helps him solve crimes (somehow).

Maybe I'll go visit the compassion club and get some... inspiration.

You're all a bunch of slags
Duchess Anita Fisten-Botten

Exiled

i'm back at home now (living at mark's was getting to be too difficult with our schedules and figuring out who's going to need the key when) bah... but it was a good time. Well, there were some minor issues, but i'll get into that in more detail laterface.

First, Anita is still sick, but she's getting better. Her nose is all icky and leaky, and she sounds like a 60 year old smoker. Nevertheless she's braving work again (which is bold because its cold and wet outside and she's going to probably die a little bit) but she's a tough ladyboy. The house was a mess, but since we only have the one room we (read: i) was able to clean it up enough that it is liveable again.

Speaking of living, I asked Mark how he is able to afford living in Van... and he basically said his parents helped him move in and bought the furniture and blah blah blah all but pay his rent/food/bills. It's a nice thing to do and it allowed him to move here, but i can't help but feel a little, jealous.

My parents aren't that well off so most everthing i've got is my own (except for a few hand em downs) and i've been working since i.... alright so i edited my complaints down so i don't seem like such a paperbag princess.

Also, Mark is out to his parents! i can't even believe it... he always said that he would never be out, that it didn't suit his lifestyle (him being a jock or some nonsense) and yet here he is... i guess people change. He didn't seem to think it was that big of a deal and his parents got over it fairly well. He started talking about how he told them and all the obligatory emotions that went along with it... and then there was a silence and he was waiting/hoping to hear my coming out story and i had to confess that i wasn't out...

Secret shame, i'm still in the closet. I know it's not unheard of at my age, but at the same time I'm really ok with being queer it's just that i've seen how it turned out for anita and i can't bring myself to do it.

It'll have to happen eventually, i know that, but not yet...

Mark was a little disappointed in me i think, (he didn't say it, but he definately was acting differently afterwards). he did give me a hug tho which was more emotional than usual (usally means the hugging is lusty and precursor to same-sex sex... which happened later anyway but that's besides the point)

so i feel weird, my ex is clearly out queering me (despite the fact that he has yet to go to a real gay club and that i live w/ a drag queen), i still like him as more than just friends (w/ benefits), and all i want to do is lay in bed and jerk off to adam's song by blink 182...

alright that's a fucked up visual

i still need a sign off...

Friday, March 12, 2010

Icky

Hello children

As waffles has mentioned i am ill, don't cry for me, i'm sure *cough* i'll get *wheeze* over it *vomits everything i've ever eaten*

that has been my sad existance for the past 2 days... but i think it's getting better... (or at least i've run out of things to throw up)

anyway, i've lost parts of my mind to boredom/tv atrophy. the melting pot of my viewing schedule has left me feeling... hyper-creative/incoherent.

no reviews here (but i did watch Chuck season 1, house, project runway, survivor, amazing race, and the real world)

reality tv is terrible, not because it's more or less contrived than the 'drama' that tvland is putting out, but because it saps my will to live/help my fellow man (except perhaps that wonderfully bisexual mike...)

he's nice to look at provided you don't look at his eyebrows... but i really don't think i should be throwing any stones... (i did just watch 15 mins of youtube focussing on songs sung in ASL)

but hey, my steady diet of coffee and alcohol coupled with being a bike messanger and a dancehall enthusiast keeps me in decent shape (plus vomiting is good for your abs right?) anyway, mike seems like an upstanding gentleman whose roomates seem to be good at reflecting society's biphobia, it exists, move on

ufhgskl i feel nastier than the girl who doesn't get service from macdonalds because she left her shoes at the strip club in fort mcmurray... (was that a stretch?) oh well shit... btw gaga is ridiculous

You're all a bunch of slags
Duchess Anita Fisten-Botten

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Infected

Anita is sick.

REAL SICK...

Like didn't go to work, hasn't been able to get out of bed except to vomit, sick

it's icky.

On the plus side, since B (thus ruling earl's house out) is sick and i have only so many friends, i'm shacking up with mark for time being... i hope anita never gets better... Alright that's a tad dramatic. I shouldn't be so creepy/stalker-ish especially since as far as we're (read: he's) concerned we're just friends...

but how can you be friends with this?!?

alright so that's an exaggeration, but for serious, he's got a great body... and if that were all he had then i think i'd be over him, but we've got a history. that goosebumps like when he first touched me history... and i realise that the more i hang out with him the more similar we are.

Like, we both have a strange karmic attraction to the number 11... i'm trying to think of some other's that sound less crazy but all i can think of is our love of olives or other stupid things...

anyway...
i'm gonna go meet up w/ him... hope the secks is fantastic
i still need a signoff