It Hurts to Be This Sexy
	2004-04-10 | 7:26 p.m. The Pining Ache
	I know I've said it before, but I think it must be said again: Drag Crush. Blah blah blah. We spent two hours or so talking after the show last night (where I debuted two actual singing drag numbers that I think the crowd mostly liked), and as I drove home I could think of little else but the fact that, in fact, my affection just grows and grows. It is particularly painful to have someone tell you they find it really easy to share with you emotionally, but realize that the ease they feel doesn't translate into much more than friendly feelings. It's also hard when they say they are trying to move more slowly, to cultivate loving friendships, and you can't help but wonder if the loving friendship that's growing could ever potentially be something more to them. It's hard when there's a lot of laughter and good times as well as smart and stimulating intellectual and emotional conversation (read: what I want most in my life). And then we walked to my car arm in arm and stopped to smell the flowers that were growing in the city. Why must I romanticize? What is the purpose of this action? It's times like these that make me want to shut myself off from this sort of feeling, to think of everything as nothing more than the actions it contained (yeah, right). That is not my way, and not at all who I am. At all. I am trying to be excited about the (kind of) date that I have with Poly Girl tonight. I say (kind of) date because when she asked me to the movies, I asked if it could be a date and she said yes, because what else do you say when someone says that? Skirt Girl and friends are quite excited for me nonetheless. They are dreadfully cute and supportive, I must say. Anyway, the date is at 9:30, and I plan on being cuted, because I think that's what one does on a date. However, I have no idea what cuted will mean to me. We shall see. We shall also see if I can stop thinking about Drag Crush during the time that I am spending with Poly Girl, who deserves my attention just as much as any other crushlet in my life. There will be hand holding and goodness. I will not think about my pining achey heart, because the pining ache is terrible to the maximum. My heart is so full of glitter that it's running through my veins. (Enigmatic statement of the day). **Whiz Bang** 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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