Thursday, June 26, 2003

I want to have a nine-way with the Supreme Court!



Well, maybe a 6-way because, now, apparently it's legal... How much ass is being kicked right now??

Alrighty, on to more important issues, like... my week-end. I'm guessing that now that we're allowed to be gay the festivities this coming Sat/Sun will be off the hook! which, leads us to our main concern of "what will I wear?" The Escort has informed me that he will be attired in fading indigo jeans and a "Lucy!" muscle T. He has further informed me that if I am not at least partially "all that" he will ditch me for the first person he sees who matches his outfit. I do not care because he doesn't know that I'm leaving him to go watch the Animatrix (and possibly Hedwig with the fabulous Emerson at noon. Hahahaha!!!) Sides, I don't really like the Sundee part of Pride. It's always so hot and the boys are all so Boy-ey! Sat. though. It's all about the Dyke march! The fabulous Miss Bee has invited Boo and I to meet up with them in the park for a little potty-luck and some quality chick scoping. Given that it is boiling today, the odds that it will be freezing on Sunday are good. Sat. however, may just be bearable. Mmmmmmmm, girls. Gotta love em.



Right. So, I was going to do today's posts as "literary critique" wherein I explore the complex relationships between the artist and her muse vis a vis the study of a series of uncompromising yet superbly artful reflections which are initially so varied that some may find it difficult to believe that they were penned by the same author. The ambition of that particular undertaking, however, would have produced an unwieldy masterpiece that may have been heroic to some yet precisely because of that heroism, would have shown weaknesses to be more like tragic flaws, defining qualities that we can lament but at the same time can't imagine this blog without. Ultimately I came to the conclusion that since this blog, like everything else in our modern society is essentially about love and loss, it seemed redundant and cursory to even attempt explication through words. That said, we now return you to our regular writing.



Back to the week-end... Looking forward to Pride. In a wierd mood this morning though. I had one of those dreams about the Ex last night . Damn! Say what you want (not that there's that much to say since the Ex is really a very sweet person) but that girl was (and probably still is) hot! I find myself in a very interesting predicament here onna counta, she probably still hates me and while I couldn't really predict how a surprise run-in would go, I do know that everytime I've seen her in the past I tended to want to smile largely... all I'm sayin is, it's weird to think that should we someday run into each other on BART my reaction would be "{Big smile} Hey!" While hers would probably be "{stony face} Oh. Hey." Know what I'm saying? I guess I'm just not used to wanting to see someone who I made a conscious decision to not want to see.

K. nuff of that. Decisions were made. Lives were changed. Beds must be lied in. Moving along now. nothing to see here.



By the way, this space is for rent. So, if anyone wants to post any notices or advertise anything feel free to drop me a line and we'll work out the logistics. That said:

Wanted:
"Daddy for medium height, super-cute, skateboarding boy toy. Must be willing to drive me around and buy me stuff. Will reciprocate by being extremely witty, hot in bed and adoring in public. Extremely well-built (extremely!), but on the skinny side. Not afraid of commitments. Send all responses to Angel via Chick's e-mail." [O.K. so Angel didn't really say any of this but I know he wants to. C'mon boys, let's step lively here. I want to get this kid laid by July 4th!)

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