A long damn entry about crap noone should be interested in.
Pt. I:
So my favorite prissy pants homeboy Thomas dropped in for the week. He was playing host to the death plague most of the week....but he still managed to convince one of his chick pals(let's call her Big J) to drive an hour out of her way just to visit him, despite having to work at 8 in the morning with a classroom full of 5th graders. That kind of effort sounded suspecious to me...but, Tommy Boy has always had a way with the ladies. (proof that the universe has a sense of humor)
Anyhow, we all went out and he pooped out early. Not wanting to make an early evening of it, Big J and I headed out to meet up with a few of my regular cohorts.
On the ride over, the real reason for all her effort came out. Seems she just recently came out about her sexuality and is terribly excited about it. She was so damn eager to talk about her experiences and about certain issues. She wants to attend all these gay clubs and take in all these culture points, and she kept dropping certain names, and just generally spent the whole evening farting out the dyke dust. All of which is incredibly understandable and forgiveable...but she kept going on and on about having a mentor in the 'community' and how wonderful it was to finally have 'a lesbian friend'.....I'm really not all that into the 'community' thing and I am very skeptical of folks who derive the majority of thier self-definiton from thier sexual orientation. So the whole night she's rollng out the rainbow carpet and I'm trying ot be polite but keep thinking "look lady, I ain't your 'mentor' or your 'lesbian friend', I just fuck chicks on occasion"
Pt. II
We get to the bar and I'm racing for the door because I know that just inside is a tipsy imperius and a whole number of other folks who can relate to me as something more than my sexuality.
And they do. And its grand. And then it gets a lil weird.... As I quickly tumble out of my affections for one member of this group, another member has decided to zero in on me....and its messy business. She is my former flames 'confidant' - a complicated arrangement i can't even begin to explain except to say that I relate to her very much as the 'other woman'. However, since my return I have made a strong effort to befriend her and to teach myself to let go of that jelousy. The last time we hung out she got all moody and when I nettled her about it she told me she wanted to kiss me. This night she got even more into that moody place and It showed bad.
Big J started asking questions....and then another chick in the group jumps in and starts playing the 'I'm a little bit gay too' game. I roll my eyes, walk away from the whole incesteous pile of crap to talk to the one guy in the group who I know will be able to talk about something other than relationships and emotions and gayness.............and he looks right at me and says "you know, I think breaking up with Jen was the wisest choice you ever made" I promptly finished my beer and went the fuck home.
Pt. I:
So my favorite prissy pants homeboy Thomas dropped in for the week. He was playing host to the death plague most of the week....but he still managed to convince one of his chick pals(let's call her Big J) to drive an hour out of her way just to visit him, despite having to work at 8 in the morning with a classroom full of 5th graders. That kind of effort sounded suspecious to me...but, Tommy Boy has always had a way with the ladies. (proof that the universe has a sense of humor)
Anyhow, we all went out and he pooped out early. Not wanting to make an early evening of it, Big J and I headed out to meet up with a few of my regular cohorts.
On the ride over, the real reason for all her effort came out. Seems she just recently came out about her sexuality and is terribly excited about it. She was so damn eager to talk about her experiences and about certain issues. She wants to attend all these gay clubs and take in all these culture points, and she kept dropping certain names, and just generally spent the whole evening farting out the dyke dust. All of which is incredibly understandable and forgiveable...but she kept going on and on about having a mentor in the 'community' and how wonderful it was to finally have 'a lesbian friend'.....I'm really not all that into the 'community' thing and I am very skeptical of folks who derive the majority of thier self-definiton from thier sexual orientation. So the whole night she's rollng out the rainbow carpet and I'm trying ot be polite but keep thinking "look lady, I ain't your 'mentor' or your 'lesbian friend', I just fuck chicks on occasion"
Pt. II
We get to the bar and I'm racing for the door because I know that just inside is a tipsy imperius and a whole number of other folks who can relate to me as something more than my sexuality.
And they do. And its grand. And then it gets a lil weird.... As I quickly tumble out of my affections for one member of this group, another member has decided to zero in on me....and its messy business. She is my former flames 'confidant' - a complicated arrangement i can't even begin to explain except to say that I relate to her very much as the 'other woman'. However, since my return I have made a strong effort to befriend her and to teach myself to let go of that jelousy. The last time we hung out she got all moody and when I nettled her about it she told me she wanted to kiss me. This night she got even more into that moody place and It showed bad.
Big J started asking questions....and then another chick in the group jumps in and starts playing the 'I'm a little bit gay too' game. I roll my eyes, walk away from the whole incesteous pile of crap to talk to the one guy in the group who I know will be able to talk about something other than relationships and emotions and gayness.............and he looks right at me and says "you know, I think breaking up with Jen was the wisest choice you ever made" I promptly finished my beer and went the fuck home.
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Now thats funny LOL, very very funny.
Hope your well. Im doing good. I yhink I may have found the girl to get me to change my man whore ways... more later