Now I Am Reluctant to Post on livejournal

because I friended Jean Moulin
and other french resistance fans
and I am falling into that old timey catch 22
about joining a club that would have me as a member...

I have delusions of grandeur for them
especially this phantom person who posts as jean moulin
I imagine they are all more intelligent than I
which is probably true
but I imagine myself more intelligent than a lot of other people
and yes it does make me think less of them
but who gives a fuck what I think?

Yeah.

Vagina Power

http://blog.wfmu.org/freeform/2007/04/another_excitin.html

You really must look at this.

And more kitteh pics...

I know it's over

still I post
photos of Easter with Sisters...

(I don't think I will ever tire of mocking Morrissey)


Me
in my Easter Egg Costume.

Yeah, I've gone past chubby here
but at least it helped with the egg theme,
and my knockers are still in proportion!

So, there I am with Sister Gladys Pantsaroff
who helped to pull a man from this:







They didn't save him.
But another passerby saved a puppy
from one of the burning cars.
This is why I love SF.

I love a city where people
on their way home from work
will run
toward
the fire.

Why I Hate livejournal too

I can't believe some of the crap I read.

It's so annoying.
Maybe I'm just tired
but I really don't want to read
the personal details of my friends' sex lives.

Nor do I want to read posts from FtMs
who think it's oppressive
for anyone to suggest that they are not regular old straight men.

I know that, in my postmodernist classes
it was fun to banter about reality
and what comprises reality
but seriously
get a fkn grip.

Why I Hate MySpace

because I am not 14.
because I am creeped out by watching other 30 something 40 something dykes
act like they are 14.
because I am neither a whore nor a band.

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.

Another thing to read

http://blog.autumn-fading.net/

Simulations

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/03/07/books/07baudrillard.html?ref=books

“What is freedom? We have a choice between buying one car or buying another car?
It’s a simulation of freedom.”

Champagne for my real friends

and real pain for my sham friends.

look for words and cheesy attempts at self expression in word form
at
http://trixiekitty.livejournal.com/

kitty wrestling

kitty wrestling

Stumpy

I used to write a lot.
Yeah, it sucked but it was fun to do.

Since I started with a day job the writing stopped.
So did reading.

Now I read rarely, unless it's for work.
I've given a lot to this job.

Ms Emily Lucia aka Puddy

Isn't she beautiful...
and she's a merciful ruler too.
She always lets Nesto eat out of her bowl.

You Won't Like Me

And yet you do not draw the moral of the incident....

That any experiment of interest in life will be carried out at your own expense. Mark it well.

Werewolf

vampire squirrel

What hell can ye wreak, havoc raise oh vampire squirrel of the bronx?





What is this, my chest so full of something like tension, like electric shock while all the light suddenly grown brighter and my eyes less heavy?

I couldn't sleep for being here in this alone and not at once sovereign.

Tahw idd ouy erah henw i sjtu poeks?

Sometimes I wonder if it's me who is not speaking the same language
the people
who are listening
to me
are
hearing.




I will say,
"I 'm so glad to hear that you had success with that!"
Response:
"You're really fucked up"

I will say,
"It's wrong to silence those with whom we don't agree."
Response:
"You shut up bitch. No one likes you so you shouldn't be allowed to talk."

I say,
"You seem like an interesting person. Maybe we could be friends."
Response:
"I don't want to marry you, so don't think I do."

I say,
"Please treat me with respect."
Response:
"You're needy and desperate."

It's a difficult question that seems to have no answer...
is there a way to find company, other people, who do not make one feel more lonely for having spent time with them?

the kindness of strangers

Crabby.
Oh I've been so crabby.

What makes me so crabby?

You.

Oh yes, dear, it's you.




Your poorly crafted pouty comments
the time you left me hanging when your friend
was trying to scam me
the lies you tell to keep me in your corner
when you've never really been in mine
your misuse of words that we should all already know how to use.
the words "you know what you need to do" ascribing motives to me or to others
and using your defenses as offenses
and talking out your ass
when all you're doing is buying time because you don't really know what you're doing either
when things could be so much easier if only you were softer and kinder and calmer.

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