It Hurts to Be This Sexy
	2004-05-16 | 11:45 p.m. Dueling Banjos of Crush
	Oh yes. So much has happened over this weekend. We'll call it momentous, because that sounds about right. A Momentous Weekend. I went to Boston for a joint birthday party on Friday at the home of Drag Crush. The party was primarily intended for the Boston Peanut, but I was let in because of the proximity of our birthdays and my status as friend of both hosts (Peanut party boy and Drag Crush). Yes. I was excited about the party, but also (moreso) excited (and nervous) about telling Drag Crush about my crush. I rehearsed approximately five hundred different ways to say it, and then ended up with something different. But we're not there yet, Reader. The party itself was jazzy fun. The guest list included what I'd wager are The Cool Queers of Boston (at least half of them, anyway). I know of a couple of people who were missing that run with another set of Cool Queers, but that's irrelevant. The point is: Stone cold hottie queers, cake, booze, and a really sweet apartment. The basics: Four cakes, some eaten messily with a drag kid from Boston (including fake foodgasms); two glasses of very good wine; some field wrestling (I was in pretty pink party clothes, and only watched); sweet card and gifts from Drag Crush; lots of cleavage (mine, and others); a birthday paddling from a really hot person who I met at the party; my first game of spin the bottle, with kisses galore; surprise crush revealed. That last one's the thing. It turns out that The Peanut has a crush on me. And has maybe had one since February? Oh my. Oh my my. This is the same Peanut that helped me pick clothes at the Fat Girl Flea. I think there were some clues to be picked up, but apparently I'm daft, because I had no idea. And The Peanut revealed his crush when we were getting in bed together. And then we sort of made out. And by sort of made out, I mean we totally made out for around three hours, off and on. But wait! There's more! I talked with Drag Crush in the morning. The conversation went alright, but was entirely too convaluded for words. I started out by saying that I didn't know The Peanut had been crushing on me, and Drag Crush apologetically told me that she hadn't been sure whether or not to tell me. Oh ho ho. Eep. Then I told her that I thought it was funny that The Peanut's crush had been revealed, what with me revealing my crush on Drag Crush. Then I qualified my statement. It was something to the effect of "I have a crush, but maybe just a friend crush, or maybe more than that, but I don't know, and I just wanted to make sure that it hadn't affected our relationship and that everything was ok?" Yeah, I totally turned it into a question that was not, "do you like me?" so much as "is it ok if I like you?" Barf bags. It was fine, but that's not really useful. I am stuck in a bizarro love shape (not a triangle, but maybe a trapezoid?) with two people who are roommates and almost best friends. Things are on the table in really unclear ways. I am agog. Or maybe I just like saying that word. In any case, I've been lamenting the situation since Saturday morning. I've decided to call Drag Crush tomorrow for talking, and then call The Peanut for more talking. Both conversations are going to be all about the clarification. Oh Lordisa help me. Process Fest 2004 is underway. I'll be reporting back, I'm sure. **Battlefield Lurve** 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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