It Hurts to Be This Sexy
	2004-07-02 | 8:27 p.m. I've not been doing nothing
	It has been a while. A long while, I'd say. In fact, yes. But here I am. I've been staying at the home of the Library Chick, who has every appliance that I can only dream about, including a working computer, tv, dvd, vcr, washer and dryer, air conditioner, and standing mixer. I've been taking advantage of all of them over the past few days and nights. There has been a great deal of email checking and clothes washing and cool night sleeping. There's also a giant bed, in which I have taken to sleeping horizontally. Very nice. I am still poor and looking for a job, but have managed to have my own kinds of fun for the last week or so. First there was Pride weekend, with My First Dyke March and the drag show extraordinaire, and then there have been many hours of watching television and reading cookbooks. The Dyke March was bombtastically amazing. I ended up marching with the actual dyke march banner at the front of the march. For a while I was wearing my boy short pants and duct tape star pasties, but about a quarter of the way through the march someone next to me was afraid of being topless, so I took off my duct tape and went bare-chested. It's par for the course, really. I'd always rather be naked. I saw everyone and their queer sister at the march, even a few people I didn't expect to see. It was all very fun and exciting. I heart the dyke march, and I plan on making many return visits (next year, I might actually try to help organize). Sunday was the parade, but I am not a fan of its rampant commercialism, so I stayed in My Favorite Borough (Brooklyn, of course) for much of the day. I brunched with Punk Rock Roommate, which was nice since I hadn't seen her in months. I still get a little squishy for her, but it has faded quite a bit. Thank heavens. Our big show was Sunday night, and it was really well attended. Dan's number went over really well--it was an anti-war/anti-draft/it's ok to be really scared of what's going on piece to JT's "Cry Me a River." Dan ended the number by bawling at the end of the stage. Somehow it only made two dollars in tips, though. Quite unfortunate. The crowd seemed a little on the Too Cool for School side, but that's really normal for the city. Le sadness. Whatever, it all rocked. Except for the part where Drag Crush, in a hungover funk, made a face at me and was totally snarktastic. I thought I had done something really terrible, and obsessed over it for a few hours before finally asking (at the end of the night) if there was some sort of fight happening that I didn't know about. It felt sort of juvenile, but most fighting is, so there's nothing out of the ordinary about that. All was well in the end, but it really felt like a wake-up moment. I'm doing my best to get over Drag Crush and find someone fun and fabulous for actual dating/relating to one another times. I put in a query on a former SLer that I re-met this weekend (to find out if she's single like I think she is), but it's all so roundabout. Maybe I should just come out and do some asking, but I'd like to wait until there's something to ask about. I'm really too poor to do anything outside of my lonely little neighborhood, so a date seems out of the question. But we'll see. Most assuredly. Other we'll sees include my play conversations with my friend who I'm calling Leather Boy. We played together at June's submit, and while I don't think there's anything magical cooking up, I think he'll be quite the great sexfriend. We've agreed to flog one another, and our conversations are always, always superb. Talking + playing = good times, I think. And then there's Shmohawk, whose visit is becoming more and more concrete as the weeks progress. I've asked her to read The Ethical Slut, and she seems to like it. We're discussing the finer points of sex toy shopping. Beatings have been planned. I admit that I am excited. I own my feelings. I feel rather silly for feeling them, but I own them nonetheless. I'm not sure what I'm excited about--the beatings in a general sense, the beatings from her specifically, or just her. I think it's a mix of the first two. In any case, I'm feeling eeptastic over all of it. I don't know quite where I'm at with her anymore. And it is officially hot as hell indoors, even though I know it feels perfectly nice outside. Why is that? I am going to fix myself a drink and think about what to do for dinner. I'd say that visitors are welcome, but everyone is so far away that there's really no point in saying that. Alas and lackaday. **Gentleman Callers** 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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