It Hurts to Be This Sexy
	2004-05-09 | 1:32 a.m. baby, take of your cool
	*warning: capitalization will be at a minimum in this entry because the left shift key is broken and i hate using the right. please forgive me.* drag crush made me a mix cd, and i have been listening to it in an attempt to decide whether or not i should do the whole reading into it thing. if i do read into it, there's something going on. maybe. my fiction writer friend made the excellent point that drag crush clearly has a friendly crush on me. and that she, in fact, wants to "be my friend" in the capital letters kind of way. i agree, but still feel mildly conflicted. there will be much coming out of the crush closet in the next week or so. i promise to keep you posted, reader. but! there was a breakthrough in my overly devoted crushness, as i decided to sleep in today instead of going to the trans conference. i probably missed out on a couple of badass workshops and some big fun with drag kids, but it was worth it to go to the fattastic flea market and have people tell me that i was beautiful and sexic and all sorts of other great things. the peanut was my personal shopper, and he did an excellent job of giving me short/tight/frilly things. there was quite a bit purchased for draggage, including a sweet velvet skirt that i shall wear as a dress. it looked so good that someone actually said, "you mean it's not a dress? wow." oh yes, that's me rocking the flea market finds. somedays i am so so shabby chic, right? i already mentioned the cd, but i just have to say--i really love getting new music and going through the period where it's all you listen to. i've been alternating between singing tracks 4, 5, 6, and 7--aimee mann's "save me", "let you in" by better than ezra, "baby take off your cool" by outkast, and doria roberts' "perfect." if you are familiar with those songs, perhaps you understand why i keep wondering if i should be reading or not. because sweet jebus, there's a message there. egads. i am debating going to queer kid soccer in brooklyn tomorrow, but i am carless due to the loss of my keys (eep! sad faces all around, but no freaking out. poet roommate will be back tomorrow or monday, and she has a spare set of keys). so i'd be training, but could then potentially stay the night in brooklyn, which would make me happy in my heart. speaking of brooklyn, my punk rock roommate is so in love with her new girl that she is actually moving into a one bedroom place with her. this is hugely significant and makes me really excited at the same time that it makes me emostyle sad. mostly i'm overjoyed that she's been able to let someone in without freaking out completely. in other words: love! it can happen! to anyone! even me, maybe someday, with all the happy chirping birds and petty pets one could ever desire. maybe when i sleep tonight i'll dream about all the crushes i've ever had, and i'll wake up feeling fresh and clean and yummy. it could happen, maybe. **eye spy** The weather that ROARED - 2005-03-01 Enabler's Rag - 2005-02-15 Where in the world? - 2005-01-14 Where have all the rude boys gone? - 2005-01-04 quickly - 2004-11-21 <-- - -->	Last Next Newest Older Rings Pictures Links Profile Guestbook Email me Notes Diaryland Hate is Great

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