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Sad news: Coretta Scott-King died today just down the street from me in Piemont Hospital. She was 78 years-old and lived a long and powerful life. She deserves just as much credit as Dr. King, esspecially because she kept up the fight even after his assassination in 1968. Thank you for your work, Coretta! You'll be missed.
In other news, last weekend was fun. Sara came and picked me up on Friday and we drove down to Macon for the sex toy party. Sara's bed got violated with so many dongs and such that were just thrown on there. After the party, we rented Red Eye. The next day, we went to Mandarin for dinner. Yummy chinese! Then, Carla came over and we smoked up. Then there was Mean Girls. The next day, before the drive back to Atlanta, there was a lot of social tension in the group and it ended in an intervention. I'm glad I went. We didn't end up camping because everyone is a pussy. We'll have to get a smaller group and do it another time.
Last night was spent trapsing around Peachtree Street, trying to get my project for Comp 100 done. It involved a French doctor from DC staying at the Ritz Carlton, Kinkos, and a headache, but it's finally done today. Sometimes, I should really plan better.
My space-heaters rock my wallet right off it's chain. Seriously, I might not be broke next month because of them.
I'm going to my psych to talk about T for the first time this evening. For the first time, I don't think I'm genderqueer or anything at all. I'm a fucking young (trans)man and nothing else. Not a boi, not a burl, not a dyke, not ze, just a man. Yet, I don't think I've walked down enough roads to be a real man. That takes time, but I do feel a lot wiser than when I first came out. Even than last year. Really, I just want to be able to not have to change my clothes, hair, or being so I can live without so much change. I feel like I'm always trying harder to pass and change my appearance so much, but nothing works. I just want to go through one big change so I still get to dress like a fag without looking so much like a girl instead. I just want to be me and part of me just isn't showing. I need assistance.
And, I just want to say, my school is the shit! By now, I like art history. I like all of my classes and teachers. Fuck any of those elitists who say SCAD isn't good enough. We're the Bee's! We'll come sting you're ass and take over your school if you fuck with us! Go Bee's!!!
In other news, last weekend was fun. Sara came and picked me up on Friday and we drove down to Macon for the sex toy party. Sara's bed got violated with so many dongs and such that were just thrown on there. After the party, we rented Red Eye. The next day, we went to Mandarin for dinner. Yummy chinese! Then, Carla came over and we smoked up. Then there was Mean Girls. The next day, before the drive back to Atlanta, there was a lot of social tension in the group and it ended in an intervention. I'm glad I went. We didn't end up camping because everyone is a pussy. We'll have to get a smaller group and do it another time.
Last night was spent trapsing around Peachtree Street, trying to get my project for Comp 100 done. It involved a French doctor from DC staying at the Ritz Carlton, Kinkos, and a headache, but it's finally done today. Sometimes, I should really plan better.
My space-heaters rock my wallet right off it's chain. Seriously, I might not be broke next month because of them.
I'm going to my psych to talk about T for the first time this evening. For the first time, I don't think I'm genderqueer or anything at all. I'm a fucking young (trans)man and nothing else. Not a boi, not a burl, not a dyke, not ze, just a man. Yet, I don't think I've walked down enough roads to be a real man. That takes time, but I do feel a lot wiser than when I first came out. Even than last year. Really, I just want to be able to not have to change my clothes, hair, or being so I can live without so much change. I feel like I'm always trying harder to pass and change my appearance so much, but nothing works. I just want to go through one big change so I still get to dress like a fag without looking so much like a girl instead. I just want to be me and part of me just isn't showing. I need assistance.
And, I just want to say, my school is the shit! By now, I like art history. I like all of my classes and teachers. Fuck any of those elitists who say SCAD isn't good enough. We're the Bee's! We'll come sting you're ass and take over your school if you fuck with us! Go Bee's!!!