It Hurts to Be This Sexy
	2004-04-04 | 4:14 p.m. I left glitter on your lips
	My sparkling personality has platonically won over yet another attractive person. Yes! The beautiful people flock to me in droves so that they can hang out with me and say things like "Oh, Gypsy, you're so funny/smart/cute/cool. I like you so so much (as my friend that I don't want to sleep with ever). Tee hee hee." Yeah, that. I like it, but I don't. It gets tiresome being the funny friend. It gets extremely tiresome being the funny friend who gets flirted with in very platonic ways. Then again, maybe tiresome isn't even the right word for it. I think I am about two steps off from falling in love with my Drag Crush. It's in the oh fuck stage. As in oh fuck, please don't let this happen. Oh fuck, there s/he is. Oh fuck, it's sad to see you go. Oh fuck, please don't give me permission to touch you or hug you bite your shoulder and for the love of god, would you stop being so damn sweet and cute and nice when you interact with me (except don't stop). There was a drag party last night, and the people who came--there were about ten of us--were a really good group. There was excellent conversation, light drinking but no drunkenness, some dancing, and a lot of very wild queer-themed stories/party tricks/jokes/et cetera. And I sat next to my Drag Crush for a big part of the night, our knees just touching. And s/he started dancing with me all old school to some slow song, and then I asked if s/he knew I was leading, and s/he didn't, and yes. It may have been funnier last night. With Drag Crush wearing my glitter because s/he's a total glitter fag. Oh stabbie. Oh death. Oh Hurtie McCrusherton. I also kissed one of the (many) attractive members of our troupe last night. She's the one who told me that I'm the funniest person she's ever met. Yes, yes. My personality will sparkle the hell out of you if you aren't careful. The motherfucker is blinding! Ouch! I can't even see myself it's so stunning! I was in Pretty mode last night and want really badly to top someone. I am the opposite of secretly thinking that I'd like that person to be the undergrad I slept with last week. I'm thinking of going into negotiations next time we talk for real. I think she'll be okay with it, maybe. Let's hope. She makes me want to top, and I figure that's pretty key to actually being able to top. I was a little switchy with Fauxhawk this summer, but it's hard to be a switch when you're new to the whole thing and the person you're dealing with is a bad ass, way stronger than you, rugby playing top who can totally put you right in your place if you step out without enough force. I had her once, and then eased off too soon. Oh the sting of inexperience. I have been watching and learning, though. It feels like the eighties milk commercials, only I end up as this wicked femme top in the end. Oh me-wo. Drag Crush! I was flung back into the depths for a moment. Forgive me. Perhaps there will be resolution by the time the Great Big rolls around. In the meantime, I've not prepared my second act for tonight. At all. Oops. **Drag-O-Mite** 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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