It Hurts to Be This Sexy
	2004-06-07 | 12:15 a.m. Weekend Update
	Busy times this weekend, all centering around a visit from Drag Crush. Yes. We stayed up late making food and watching Harold and Maude on Friday night. Not so bad, except that then I woke up early on Saturday to try to hit up the WoHo reunion weekend at SLC. I ended up heading into the city with Drag Crush and her (Ethan Embry-esque) gayboy friend instead. We went to this amazing tea house with a slightly surly yet quite jovial proprietress (yes, both jovial and surly she was). We made it to my dragster friend's surgery dinner just before the icebreakers started. The crowd was delightful--mostly people I knew already, but a couple of new fun kids. The food was brilliant. I had veggie lasagna that was totally amazing and the. best. lemon ginger italian ice. Drool on my shoes, it was heaven. Platonic massages were traded and much astrology talk was batted about. On the ride home, Drag Crush, my friend X, and I had a great conversation about race and class that was sparked by a weird comment after dinner (someone asking a black person to speak for all black people about the term "bling" in an academic paper). Sleep was fitful due to music from my upstairs neighbors (until 2 or 3 in the morning), so I ended up doing the toss and turn for a really long time. Drag Crush and I shared my tiny twin bed, which was both exciting and awful. She's a stiff sleeper and I'm a bit of a tosser, so it was rough for a while. But then morning came, and she totally spooned me and I was nerpily excited until the alarm went off. Whatever. We shut it off and snuggled for another thirty minutes. We still got to brunch mostly on time. We met up with Nerve Girl, Drag Crush's Crushie, and the Ethan Embry gayboy at Stingy Lulu's, where I was (sadly) not able to take proper advantage of the flowing mimosas--they don't give you free booze til noon, and we had to leave at 12:45. Two drinks were consumed, one of which I mentally devoted to an absent %%diary-bevin%%. Then we jetted to a drag king movie at newfest. The movie followed a drag king tour that hit up my home town last year, and I was totally pumped to see my friends, my town, or any footage of that night. Sadly, there was nothing, not even a casual name-dropped mention of Chattanooga. The shots of the south made me weepy, though, as did the sort of homophobic yet accepting man they interviewed briefly at a southern stop. And I did get to see one of the Squaddies dancing in DC and my friend Chloe sitting in a drag workshop in North Carolina, so it wasn't a total bust. Overall, the movie was really well done--not over the top or cheesy. It's showing on Discovery Health sometime next month, so all cabled people should check it out. Woot. After the movie, there was the walk to the drag meeting, where walking through midtown made me lose my shit. I started crying at the soulessness of the city as soon as Nerve Girl left to get on the subway--we had been linking arms as we walked, and when she left I just felt really overwhelmed. I'm not used to feeling so put upon by my environment, so it was strange to me that I was freaking out. Ooh, but midtown is really really gross. I was totally fried by the time I got to the meeting, though things went really well there. Everyone was a little compressed due to the time of day, i think, but we all kept moving and talking. I still feel like we're going to hit up against the problems of collectivity, but as long as we don't try to start a drag commune, we're probably alright. Post-meeting, Drag Crush and I looked for my car for a really long time before I was able to drive her to the bus station. Those avenues look an awful lot alike when you're in a hurry, you know. Really. We got to her gate about ten minutes before her bus left, so I had to drop her and go. As I was walking out of the bus station, trying to find the proper avenue yet again, I had another breakdown. I think it was the lack of sleep combined with the awful environment, but it might also have been due in part to leaving Drag Crush without any sense of hope. On the way home, I had some cartharsis time wherein I wept over a lack of requited love and a general sense of missing the south. It was more than a little bizarro. And now? I just finished watching Love Actually, the cheesiest movie ever, and am going to check my email before flitting off to bed. Flit or fall, really. I'm stone cold tired. Hopefully tomorrow will be more tear-free than today. All the crying has been sort of icky, regardless of what the say in Free to Be...You and Me. **Huggly and Grumpy** 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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