getting my gay on
I bought some apricot brandy. Oh dear. Apricot brandy and gin. It's so deliciously fabulous. And because it's a sunny day i decided to mix the two up and pull out that raging queen for a bit of a dance. Well a chair-dance because my ankle is still fucked.
I'm talking... Bronski Beat's Small Town Boy and I Feel Love. Howard Jones - Like To Get To Know You Well. Dead Or Alive - You Spin Me Round (Like A Record). Frankie Goes To Hollywood - Relax. Divine - Native Love (Step By Step). Kim Wilde - Kids In America. Debbie Deb - Lookout Weekend. Pet Shop Boys - West End Girls, Heart, Domino Dancing, oh pretty much the whole first three albums. Oh yes i'm practicing my soprano, bitchez. I'm a lot more Divine than Jimmy Somerville in day to day life, but en faggot? I can fucking hit the full range on I Feel Love, and not the Marc Almond half either.
I think my new haircut is getting to me. I just said "do something, fun, i don't care". Then he said he was gonna cut a straight fringe (that's "bangs" for the Americans) and i was like heeeeeeeeeellllll no. But i came around and now for the first time in my life i actually have a non-wispy, non-half-over-the-eyes proper fringe. It's still slightly side-swept, but it's right there, hey, across my whole forehead. And one side is real short cut, kinda like a bob, the back is massively choppy/punky, and the other side is longish and layered. I have no idea what the fuck style it is, and this morning i couldn't decide if i hated it or loved it, but now i'm just like... Hey. This is fun. Gonna need a shitload more product to keep it styled, though. I need wax. And damnit i forgot to buy some when i was in town this morning. Shit.
So tonight i have a birthday party dinner, and then there is a gay clubnight afterwards i've been looking forward to for ages. On the one hand i don't want to skip out on the (straight) birthday girl, especially because that's what the gay boys always do... ("Not coming out gay clubbing? Well... see ya... later... let's get twisted...") On the other hand, i planned to go to that before i got the birthday invite, and i've kindasorta arranged to meet up with some people there. Of course my ankle is still rooted and while i can walk now there's no way i'll be able to get my groove on proper, but still. I really don't want to turn into one of those queens who refuses to go out with the straights but when you're single there isn't much opportunity to hang out with people like you. Hmm.
Sometimes i get the idea noone has the slightest clue what the fuck i'm on about in this journal. Heh oh well.
I'm talking... Bronski Beat's Small Town Boy and I Feel Love. Howard Jones - Like To Get To Know You Well. Dead Or Alive - You Spin Me Round (Like A Record). Frankie Goes To Hollywood - Relax. Divine - Native Love (Step By Step). Kim Wilde - Kids In America. Debbie Deb - Lookout Weekend. Pet Shop Boys - West End Girls, Heart, Domino Dancing, oh pretty much the whole first three albums. Oh yes i'm practicing my soprano, bitchez. I'm a lot more Divine than Jimmy Somerville in day to day life, but en faggot? I can fucking hit the full range on I Feel Love, and not the Marc Almond half either.
I think my new haircut is getting to me. I just said "do something, fun, i don't care". Then he said he was gonna cut a straight fringe (that's "bangs" for the Americans) and i was like heeeeeeeeeellllll no. But i came around and now for the first time in my life i actually have a non-wispy, non-half-over-the-eyes proper fringe. It's still slightly side-swept, but it's right there, hey, across my whole forehead. And one side is real short cut, kinda like a bob, the back is massively choppy/punky, and the other side is longish and layered. I have no idea what the fuck style it is, and this morning i couldn't decide if i hated it or loved it, but now i'm just like... Hey. This is fun. Gonna need a shitload more product to keep it styled, though. I need wax. And damnit i forgot to buy some when i was in town this morning. Shit.
So tonight i have a birthday party dinner, and then there is a gay clubnight afterwards i've been looking forward to for ages. On the one hand i don't want to skip out on the (straight) birthday girl, especially because that's what the gay boys always do... ("Not coming out gay clubbing? Well... see ya... later... let's get twisted...") On the other hand, i planned to go to that before i got the birthday invite, and i've kindasorta arranged to meet up with some people there. Of course my ankle is still rooted and while i can walk now there's no way i'll be able to get my groove on proper, but still. I really don't want to turn into one of those queens who refuses to go out with the straights but when you're single there isn't much opportunity to hang out with people like you. Hmm.
Sometimes i get the idea noone has the slightest clue what the fuck i'm on about in this journal. Heh oh well.