The many break ups of ked dixon and cat jacobi
YES we def need a place to crash and there will be a whole posse of us! Around 10 was my last count.
And here is a story for you:
So here is the story of my last relationship. A piece I like to call: The many Breakups of Ked Dixon and Cat Jacobi.
Cat and I got together in a sort of a non traditional way. She stole me away from the girl that I thought I was causally seeing, but the girl I was casually seeing thought we were in a relationship, so you can imagine the ensuing drama. I felt like I needed to stand by my decision so I made a lot of stupid concessions to cat in a good faith effort to make this doomed relationship work. I cut down on my public nudity and spent mardi gras in Metairie (a memory I actually repressed until recently). She was having financial trouble, so I bought her a car, and I usually paid for everything. Please recall that I work non profit and am currently in school.
In spite of all these efforts, she broke up with me via text message. If you want to get an idea as to how I felt about that you should go to youtube and look up "txt msg brkup" by Kelly, the same person who does "shoes".
We got back together because I’m a stubborn ho who believes anything can work.
She broke up with me again some time later, indicating that she was no longer found me "sexually attractive."
We got back together again. Then she started attempting to cheat on me with random girls in the Tuesday night drag show audience, but fortunately my friends were around to warn the hapless chickas that the girl who was grinding on them was taken. After a long fight, we broke up again, via text message again. In hindsight, I believe the actual reason for this break up is because her ex was coming into town, and she wanted to make herself available for the ex. Nice.
Some how, (and it was around this point that I started to actually believe that she was working the roots on me) we got back together AGAIN. But after all that nonsense it was never really the same. She became really needy and possessive and belittling toward my drag. She became jealous of my troupe and my friends and began being exacting and cruel to me.
This all ended fairly quickly and finally during and right after the last CCK show. I used a fairly simple three strike process, as I was getting a little tired of this weirdness (at long last)
The night of our Nov 3rd show, she was so jealous that she wasn't in the show that she stormed home right after, and then sent me a text message indicating that she wished she had gone to work instead of coming to the show. (Strike one)
The next day, I showered and shaved everything, as is my custom. When we crawled into bed that night, she asked me who I was shaving for in a tone that indicated she did not believe that it was for her. (Strike two)
That Monday, I invited her to come watch the recording of the show with the troupe and me, and instead she chose to hang out with a newly single mutual friend. They went to the mall where Cat hung out with her while she got her hair done, they got matching wrist bands from hot topic (going to hot topic, in my opinion, is a dumpable offence in and of itself. ) and then they went to our mutual friend's house to watch a movie. Now, I know nothing happened between cat and this mutual friend, but still. Cat came crawling to my place around midnight, and I was just sort of done.
I broke up with her the next day and have never looked back. I've had to quit the pub show for a month because I don't want to see her, and since I broke up with her I should be the one to leave the show (for a while). I have also lost access to all the Metairie lesbian bars during this leminal period, but I have gained a fine new biker jacket, so it all evens out in the end... more or less.
And here is a story for you:
So here is the story of my last relationship. A piece I like to call: The many Breakups of Ked Dixon and Cat Jacobi.
Cat and I got together in a sort of a non traditional way. She stole me away from the girl that I thought I was causally seeing, but the girl I was casually seeing thought we were in a relationship, so you can imagine the ensuing drama. I felt like I needed to stand by my decision so I made a lot of stupid concessions to cat in a good faith effort to make this doomed relationship work. I cut down on my public nudity and spent mardi gras in Metairie (a memory I actually repressed until recently). She was having financial trouble, so I bought her a car, and I usually paid for everything. Please recall that I work non profit and am currently in school.
In spite of all these efforts, she broke up with me via text message. If you want to get an idea as to how I felt about that you should go to youtube and look up "txt msg brkup" by Kelly, the same person who does "shoes".
We got back together because I’m a stubborn ho who believes anything can work.
She broke up with me again some time later, indicating that she was no longer found me "sexually attractive."
We got back together again. Then she started attempting to cheat on me with random girls in the Tuesday night drag show audience, but fortunately my friends were around to warn the hapless chickas that the girl who was grinding on them was taken. After a long fight, we broke up again, via text message again. In hindsight, I believe the actual reason for this break up is because her ex was coming into town, and she wanted to make herself available for the ex. Nice.
Some how, (and it was around this point that I started to actually believe that she was working the roots on me) we got back together AGAIN. But after all that nonsense it was never really the same. She became really needy and possessive and belittling toward my drag. She became jealous of my troupe and my friends and began being exacting and cruel to me.
This all ended fairly quickly and finally during and right after the last CCK show. I used a fairly simple three strike process, as I was getting a little tired of this weirdness (at long last)
The night of our Nov 3rd show, she was so jealous that she wasn't in the show that she stormed home right after, and then sent me a text message indicating that she wished she had gone to work instead of coming to the show. (Strike one)
The next day, I showered and shaved everything, as is my custom. When we crawled into bed that night, she asked me who I was shaving for in a tone that indicated she did not believe that it was for her. (Strike two)
That Monday, I invited her to come watch the recording of the show with the troupe and me, and instead she chose to hang out with a newly single mutual friend. They went to the mall where Cat hung out with her while she got her hair done, they got matching wrist bands from hot topic (going to hot topic, in my opinion, is a dumpable offence in and of itself. ) and then they went to our mutual friend's house to watch a movie. Now, I know nothing happened between cat and this mutual friend, but still. Cat came crawling to my place around midnight, and I was just sort of done.
I broke up with her the next day and have never looked back. I've had to quit the pub show for a month because I don't want to see her, and since I broke up with her I should be the one to leave the show (for a while). I have also lost access to all the Metairie lesbian bars during this leminal period, but I have gained a fine new biker jacket, so it all evens out in the end... more or less.