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Friday, October 1st, 2010
2:46 am

and the facebook page.

(1 fucked | Your mom)

Monday, February 25th, 2008
12:30 pm - Last Word.

(4 fucked | Your mom)

Monday, February 11th, 2008
10:58 am
It was time.

No one needs access to eight years of my memories, indiscretions, and shittalk...not even me.

However, EVERYONE needs access to my shitty pictures, which will be on a different site. Here.

(14 fucked | Your mom)

Sunday, June 25th, 2006
10:14 am
I took long enough at the gym yesterday to miss the dyke march. Instead, I met this girl at her apartment in Park Slope and we went to Chelsea Piers for a biiig dyke party.


It's Pride Week, and as with most foreign social activities in my life, I was fascinated. I'm certain I was even more awkward than I usually am as I took it all in...the fifty year-old butch-as-fuck woman yelling (and probably not kiddingly) "WHO'S NOT A LESBIAN?! I'LL KISS ALL OF YOU TO FIND OUT!"...the woman the girl I was with had met on the subway ONCE two years ago (one conversation, two years ago, and they remembered each other in amazing detail. Lesbians are like elephants) telling the girl and I that we looked like we were married...the girl kissing me ferociously every time a dyke approached us and expressed disbelief that I was a dyke...

There's a major double standard, I think...it's not sketchy for a girl to bring a girl she just met home from a bar, or for a girl to watch her girlfriend make out with me on the dance floor...or [you know, I'll stop there...my mom reads this, and she'll get sick]...there are an abundance of things that wouldn't be acceptable in the straight world.

But clearly, I'm a fucking fraud. They all assumed I was gay, made disparaging remarks about girls who weren't, and sexual orientation is obviously the glue binding the very exclusionary subculture. How could I broach not being gay? "Yeah, uh...I like girls. I slept with a girl before I'd ever slept with a boy. It's just that...I've probably fucked more guys than all of your straight friends put together." I couldn't bring myself to do it. I felt like a Jew trying to fool the SS.

I've been uncomfortable with people in that context in general. I don't think it should feel like work or disproportionate pursuit on either end, and that it does probably indicates that it isn't right.

I was uncomfortable for the entire weekend, honestly...until I got on the 2 back to the Bronx alone this morning and immediately fell into the half-conscious trance that has become somewhat of a traveling default now that I'm super-commuter.

So that's my answer, I suppose.

(2 fucked | Your mom)

Saturday, January 17th, 2004
7:42 pm
I hung out with Zak and Nick Harvey last night. Zak couldn't believe that the Bush/Cheney sticker on the back of my car wasn't a joke. If I was me at 15 or 16, I would hate me now. I want to see The Cooler. It's here, so I might see it tonight in an effort to quench my desire to see Monster, at least until tomorrow.

(2 fucked | Your mom)

Wednesday, December 31st, 2003
3:53 pm
It's weird not being in Daytona on New Years. If I were there, I would spend the night watching people drink and smoke. I'd be pissed off all night thinking about how dumb it is to watch people drink and smoke and being a designated driver (no, designated drivers aren't stupid in the least, but it SUCKS always being one) when I could be watching a movie. I feel like such a loser for wanting nothing more than to go to movies and read, but this is me.

I'm so depressed that I lost my Barnes and Noble giftcard. I stole the one my dad gave Evan and ordered a calendar, a book of the best highways in the US (I had to get something that was like $4 to get enough for free shipping), and The Uncheese Cookbook (I've been meaning to buy it for a year or so).

(5 fucked | Your mom)

Sunday, January 27th, 2002
1:20 pm
went to a party last night, way the fuck out in the sticks, off of tomoka farms road. interesting. josh horn thanked me for not slashing his tires or breaking his windshield. i was happy to hear that he did, in fact, see where i keyed "FAG" into his passenger door a few months ago. it was so weird being civil to him again.

(Your mom)

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