there's just nothing I can do.
someday I have to learn to accept that.

(continues from "Oh my god, my first '80's-esque queen!")

Watching all the queens (there were absolutely NO masculine men there at ALL) I got that horrible chest-ripping-open pain I used to get when I saw gay couples at the skating rink. It hurt so bad I nearly burst into tears. I recognize the feeling, even years later; it was the horrible longing ( Read more... )

  (that was the title of a book my mom has. clever, no?)

Okay.

We all know I've been superobsessed with Lyle and things to do with Lyle's and my relationship...
et cetera.
Waiting for the day when we could pick up the threads of our love and stick them together again magically and continue along the line, right?
 I won't even pause to mention how much ( Read more... )