pirates, lesbians, and possible rapists
The modeling gig was last night. It kind of occurred to me at the last minute that I was setting myself up to be raped and murdered, in that I was taking a bus to a big city an hour away to meet a strange guy and take off my clothing for him in a private space for money (to all those who don't know, I'm an art model, not an escort girl).
Huh. I went and did it anyway, but I did manage to worry at least 2 out of 3 of my roommates. And myself. I dressed like a badass to go there, big baggy pants and the cyberpunk jacket, just to feel a little better about the whole situation.
Of course it went fine, but next time something like that comes up, I'm asking a big beefy meathead-type to accompany me.
He showed me the prints he took and all I can say is DAMN I LOOK LIKE A DYKE!
I've been feeling a little unfemenine lately. Maybe it was my newest male crush asking me if I was a "rad lesbian" or something like that (think I'm wasting my time on him? he was drunk, maybe he's not an asshole... or maybe he's even more of one... i dunno). Maybe it's the fact that I haven't done laundry in three weeks, though now that I'm thirty dollars richer that will change soon. Maybe it's because I kind of want to be a lesbian, if only because I think it would be easier to get laid. Anf because girls are so much easier to be with, because you know you at least have SOME common ground, somewhere. You both have the same genitalia (presumably) and that's something.
Pirate party is on Friday, only now it's a pirate/sexual fetish party. I'm not sure how that happened. I think nobody wanted to go out and buy a plastic sword, and I'm the only one in the house with a real one.
Oh god. Parties. We'll see how I do as a pirate hostess.
Huh. I went and did it anyway, but I did manage to worry at least 2 out of 3 of my roommates. And myself. I dressed like a badass to go there, big baggy pants and the cyberpunk jacket, just to feel a little better about the whole situation.
Of course it went fine, but next time something like that comes up, I'm asking a big beefy meathead-type to accompany me.
He showed me the prints he took and all I can say is DAMN I LOOK LIKE A DYKE!
I've been feeling a little unfemenine lately. Maybe it was my newest male crush asking me if I was a "rad lesbian" or something like that (think I'm wasting my time on him? he was drunk, maybe he's not an asshole... or maybe he's even more of one... i dunno). Maybe it's the fact that I haven't done laundry in three weeks, though now that I'm thirty dollars richer that will change soon. Maybe it's because I kind of want to be a lesbian, if only because I think it would be easier to get laid. Anf because girls are so much easier to be with, because you know you at least have SOME common ground, somewhere. You both have the same genitalia (presumably) and that's something.
Pirate party is on Friday, only now it's a pirate/sexual fetish party. I'm not sure how that happened. I think nobody wanted to go out and buy a plastic sword, and I'm the only one in the house with a real one.
Oh god. Parties. We'll see how I do as a pirate hostess.