lets say i want a pimptastic awesome burger.... and some beer tonight. i have some friends in town and its my birthday.
where would the bestest burger ever be? somewhere close in? mer? great and powerful dp?
for everyone that gave me suggestions and "yeah that would be awesomes" yesterday.... know that my date could not have gone better if walt disney wrote it!
i couldn't be happier. i am so happy i am barely relizing how tired i am.
(i was up till 3:30am and now i have to go to work! boo)
i will keep you guys updated, but i know we have already made plans to go out again!
well, my mom seemed cool with the gay thing at FIRST, but when i left the house yesterday she asked if i needed a to make a doctors appointment.
"well... maybe there is something wrong that we can fix."
"no. bye mom."
today i was driving home with my friend, a very sucessful, very gay fasion designer up in new york. i hadn't seen him in at least two years and we were jsut comeing back from seeing our friends: a married couple and a might-as-well-be married couple.
driving home he is like "girl you really need to find yourself a nice boyfriend! your so pretty, why are you alone?!"
i fumbled alittle and said i HAD a very lvoely boyfriend, but it didnt work out.
he of course was like "awww baby! you shoudl get him back!"
i tried to sorta fumblethrough saying i dont really want too... and that was the reason we broke up in the first place. i tried to say i was gay adn he looked at me like i was crazy stupid.
this from a man who was in gay porn when i met him, had the audasity to look down on me.
i was so disapointed. but more confused.
after years of me listening about all his boy problems and world issues
how is it wrong when i say it?
i was so so close to telling my mom today. it was wide open! what am i so afraid of?
its not like she is never going to talk to me again.
why am i being such a pansy. i can't never tell my parents.....
thanks for all your kind words and helpful sugestions.
a prose done for a literary journal
She was too strange for me, too honest and tired, but she sat on the hood of my rusted over Volvo like an anchor. I fidgeted with my hair, nervously stemming.
Her faded plaid pants melted into the car. I knew I could lift her. Move her away, but she had a field of redwoods in her eyes and I wouldn’t challenge a forest. I needed to go away from myself and any place like it. I could taste my deviation there; it had the scent of burnt cloves.
She lit a cigarette, its orange cherry kept me like a moth. But no, I had to leave because that is what my father would tell me to do. And aren’t I the type of girl to do what father says. Even the tarot cards said I would listen, wear my mother’s pearls and walk away in a stone white dress.
Yet there I was in an abandoned lot, staring down the enemy. Her eyes were frozen in green poetry. I knew I should go home. But she took my hand and told me she could take me anywhere.