towanda
last night we were driving driving driving to dyke night at a bar and i was getting so impatient and pissy and then i realized that myself and the driver were the only sober folks in the car, the rest were t-rashed. and oh man, my friend cut her arm on a mirror that i don't even think was broken once we got there.
we were dancing and i started wondering how is it that i'm attracted to like every person there who WASN'T dancing. i can't figure it out... because i have no clue as to how to approach a non dancer at a bar. it all seems so strange anyhow, so tedious and the other day a friend of mine accused me of being an unromantic romantic.
shut the door!
i was shocked and appalled, and god, she's a little right because these days my panties are dry and my prospects dryer. yet, not at all. i just sometimes feel like i'm in this state where i don't care about that kind of connection and it confuses the heck out of me. like i need to be reminded what it is i'm missing because everyone just seems a little fucking out of their minds
and i don't want to get married just cos it's legal for five seconds. and i also don't want to be sought out for some bi-curious co-ed's boyfriend induced fantasy about an encounter with a real live queer lady... although i DO like free meals...
i guess it's all coming down to this: i'm going to make a mistake. i'm not saying i don't make mistakes regularly, but i can feel it coming on. i'm going to make a mistake because i'm actually going to approach someone, maybe that person who was dressed as a dental dam who made me flustered and it might go terribly and there's this sick side of me that's really excited. because holy crap, i don't know anything. it's been a really strange trip, i don't know.
i'm kind of missing michigan and i'm kinda feeling like i'm home now. it's like at college, only better. this psychic told me i had a really rough couple of years. amen to that. and she was said: your luck is turning around big time. the last time i had any psychic encounters, it was in monroe and i was greiving big time still... it was a rough encounter, bad / sad predictions and acknowledgements.
but life is changing and tides are turning. i just you know, have to put myself out there which is STUPID!
i feel like a dude from a romantic comedy. that's a bad thing.
so i'll stop, but before i stop i'll say this:
TOWANDA.
and also: i've read the following: "The beautiful" michelle tea, "stone butch blues" leslie feinberg, memoirs of a geisha, and am currently reading zami by audrey lorde.
xoxo. write to me kiddies...
kat
we were dancing and i started wondering how is it that i'm attracted to like every person there who WASN'T dancing. i can't figure it out... because i have no clue as to how to approach a non dancer at a bar. it all seems so strange anyhow, so tedious and the other day a friend of mine accused me of being an unromantic romantic.
shut the door!
i was shocked and appalled, and god, she's a little right because these days my panties are dry and my prospects dryer. yet, not at all. i just sometimes feel like i'm in this state where i don't care about that kind of connection and it confuses the heck out of me. like i need to be reminded what it is i'm missing because everyone just seems a little fucking out of their minds
and i don't want to get married just cos it's legal for five seconds. and i also don't want to be sought out for some bi-curious co-ed's boyfriend induced fantasy about an encounter with a real live queer lady... although i DO like free meals...
i guess it's all coming down to this: i'm going to make a mistake. i'm not saying i don't make mistakes regularly, but i can feel it coming on. i'm going to make a mistake because i'm actually going to approach someone, maybe that person who was dressed as a dental dam who made me flustered and it might go terribly and there's this sick side of me that's really excited. because holy crap, i don't know anything. it's been a really strange trip, i don't know.
i'm kind of missing michigan and i'm kinda feeling like i'm home now. it's like at college, only better. this psychic told me i had a really rough couple of years. amen to that. and she was said: your luck is turning around big time. the last time i had any psychic encounters, it was in monroe and i was greiving big time still... it was a rough encounter, bad / sad predictions and acknowledgements.
but life is changing and tides are turning. i just you know, have to put myself out there which is STUPID!
i feel like a dude from a romantic comedy. that's a bad thing.
so i'll stop, but before i stop i'll say this:
TOWANDA.
and also: i've read the following: "The beautiful" michelle tea, "stone butch blues" leslie feinberg, memoirs of a geisha, and am currently reading zami by audrey lorde.
xoxo. write to me kiddies...
kat