Dramatic Frontiers and Banal Delights

Ah the homo scene in San Francisco...
we are less than what we think we are
and more than is really called for.

One such interesting spot in San Francisco
happens once a month and is the gathering place
for some fascinating dykes and transmen...In Bed With Fairy Butch.
Fairy Butch no longer performs

It's one of the few things that inspires me to leave the house, despite the fact that even in places I find interesting there exists a social tone like metal on a chalkboard.

It is not just the mind bogglingly twisted state of the entire fkn world
but the micro-bog that even the smallest of personal contacts have become.

I noticed a trend toward the institutionalization
the growing pandemic of sly poison
in the 90s.

(or maybe it was the 80s)

Maybe it was just when I grew the ability to recognise trouble
but whenever it was
it drove me bats.

It still does, only now it's everywhere...
it's the normalization of cognitive dissonance,
sometimes even the expectation of cognitive dissonance.

I'm not talking about the fantasies everyone keeps in their heads
the toothbrush as microphone disease
or, like one of my college friends was deluded enough to admit to,
masturbating in front of the mirror with sunglasses on.

No, not your average private bullshit
this crazy making habit
of acting offended and surprised when public fantasies
often toxic fantasies
are challenged.

These people want so much for the rest of the world to agree
that what is not true
is actually true
that they are willing to pretend to believe each other
and will fly into a horror movie worthy panic
when those fantasies are challenged.

Now, I would love to be a princess or a magical gypsy
but I don't expect you to pretend that I am
just to make me happy.

Oh and it is so much worse in Lesbo-land.
You have no idea.
Really.

So many dykes want me to play along with such complete fabrications.

I am the wrong person for that job.

Remember when you were in 7th grade and someone told you
if you think you're hot everyone will believe it?

It's just not true,
unless you live in San Francisco
and date the right dykes.

If you land in the right spot
you can be hideous and broke and
completely lacking in social skills
and you will find women who will pander to your delusion
just so that you will pretend that they are also pretty pretty princesses
and masters of the universe.

As if it were not exhausting enough to keep up with that which we are supposed to be
righteously pissed off about
which is usually a matter of degrees
or taste
there is the constant drama manufactured by people
who either have it waaaaaaay too easy
or have not taken their meds.

If you are ever bored and want to appreciate the relative serenity
that is your life
or even the relative maturity that is your life
or if you want to get into some ugly girlfights
look no further than here
http://sfbay.craigslist.org/w4w/

not only is it a regular source for hilarious antics
it can also
(cue scary music)
be a place where one can unexpectedly step in someone else's
waste.