The bottom of the barrel is just like home
I have just had an awesome past few days. It started with Hazel telling me she was going to have the place to herself back during the Nautical Festival. That was good news to me. For all of her faults, Hazel has always offered her place of residence as a sanctuary for me. For that, I will be forever grateful to her. Anyway, since then I have had some pretty fun misadventures with her and those that she attracts. The was topless swinging, nakedness, and drunken debauchery all around. And, of course, who can forget sweet Mary Jane? I know I can’t.
Last night was spoiled by the loss of my camera. My luck with cameras is all to shit when traveling is involved. Back when I was like, 10 or 12 I got my first camera. This thing was a beast. Well to me it was. I had auto rewind for the film and even had zoom. So, I had it with me in Cancun, Mexico and my mom and I just finish a tour and we get out the van and go back to our room. Mom goes where’s the camera. I franticly search the room in its entirety and discover it is not there. I had left it on the van. Same thing with a camcorder. I left it in a locker in school. When I went to look for it, poof! It was gone.
Then there were the cameras that were mine that I did nothing to. See about two years ago my digital and *BRAND NEW* camcorder were taken from me. My parents said I couldn’t be trusted with them because I might be taking pics of my genitals and sharing them with my sicko friends. I had give them aforementioned cameras and also a mini camcorder I with my own money bought. Whoosh!! They were gone. I bought a cute pink camera as a replacement, but it too sadly bit the dust mysteriously. At least this one wasn’t stolen or anything. It just broke.
Now here comes the end of the spring semester and my parents sit me down. Apparently, they accidentally broke my other 3 cameras some how. And all the while all I can think about are the Magic cards they confiscated from me in high school. Basically, my dad would find them in my backpack and take them away. It was a good 5 or 4 decks total. One was none too cheap. Anyway, he said I would get them back at the end of the school year. I kept quiet about it until finals. Pop would always respond with “I have to look for them” or “I am not going to get them now.” In the end, I found out he, unremorsefully, threw them out. As an oh well gesture. He said if you cared that much about them I wouldn’t have tried to sneak them to school. So, when I was under the impression they would only be confiscated and then given back at the end of the year I should have been fearful of the beast of the fact that they’d just be thrown out? WTF??!!!!
But I digress. They had got me this new cute Fuji camera that was a teal color. I guess in my Trans-ness, I saw it as a girlie color. They probably saw it as masculine probably. Me and the camera were only together a month and now she’s gone. I hadn’t even named her properly. Fuck. I took some cool pics last night and now they are gone. And now I am out about $100 to buy a new one. Hopefully I can get it by the Trans Action Rally and the NYC Pride Parade otherwise I’ll be supah sad. I hate not having a camera to
capture things. Just ask the people at Hazel’s last night. I capture interesting moments.
Last night was spoiled by the loss of my camera. My luck with cameras is all to shit when traveling is involved. Back when I was like, 10 or 12 I got my first camera. This thing was a beast. Well to me it was. I had auto rewind for the film and even had zoom. So, I had it with me in Cancun, Mexico and my mom and I just finish a tour and we get out the van and go back to our room. Mom goes where’s the camera. I franticly search the room in its entirety and discover it is not there. I had left it on the van. Same thing with a camcorder. I left it in a locker in school. When I went to look for it, poof! It was gone.
Then there were the cameras that were mine that I did nothing to. See about two years ago my digital and *BRAND NEW* camcorder were taken from me. My parents said I couldn’t be trusted with them because I might be taking pics of my genitals and sharing them with my sicko friends. I had give them aforementioned cameras and also a mini camcorder I with my own money bought. Whoosh!! They were gone. I bought a cute pink camera as a replacement, but it too sadly bit the dust mysteriously. At least this one wasn’t stolen or anything. It just broke.
Now here comes the end of the spring semester and my parents sit me down. Apparently, they accidentally broke my other 3 cameras some how. And all the while all I can think about are the Magic cards they confiscated from me in high school. Basically, my dad would find them in my backpack and take them away. It was a good 5 or 4 decks total. One was none too cheap. Anyway, he said I would get them back at the end of the school year. I kept quiet about it until finals. Pop would always respond with “I have to look for them” or “I am not going to get them now.” In the end, I found out he, unremorsefully, threw them out. As an oh well gesture. He said if you cared that much about them I wouldn’t have tried to sneak them to school. So, when I was under the impression they would only be confiscated and then given back at the end of the year I should have been fearful of the beast of the fact that they’d just be thrown out? WTF??!!!!
But I digress. They had got me this new cute Fuji camera that was a teal color. I guess in my Trans-ness, I saw it as a girlie color. They probably saw it as masculine probably. Me and the camera were only together a month and now she’s gone. I hadn’t even named her properly. Fuck. I took some cool pics last night and now they are gone. And now I am out about $100 to buy a new one. Hopefully I can get it by the Trans Action Rally and the NYC Pride Parade otherwise I’ll be supah sad. I hate not having a camera to
capture things. Just ask the people at Hazel’s last night. I capture interesting moments.