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vicarzI'm an old man. Today the dividing line appears to me to be the fact I don't care to argue. The things that seemed important once upon not long ago don't seem important anymore. Last night I stared at a club full of people and didn't care to judge. I know a lot of drama about a lot of people, can guess a lot of the rest, but it just doesn't seem to matter. I thought when I didn't care to sex people that was being old, but today it seems even older not to care what they have to say either. "Good luck, move along, I'm busy in my head with nothing and it's still more important to me than anything you could address." Also, used a waterpick.
Savage love to my shock identified me as a bisexual male today. DS's old mantra is the stereotype because it's true issue of "bisexual women are straight, bisexual men are gay." This week he discussed ME, bisexual men who like the man-sex but don't get their romance feelings on with men. "Most bisexual guys are the opposite of your (mostly) gay friend, i.e., they can fuck men but they don't fall in love with men, which is why most bi guys identify as (mostly) straight)." Really? I can see the identifying as straight thing and agree with it, but..._most_ bi guys? This is something new to me. Where are my peers, the denizens of bi guys who aren't really just not-quite-uncloseted gay guys?
I may hit the gay-alt thing tonight before wasteland. Black Cat - homosonic. I may not - I never know anyone at gay nights and going it alone when I'm not looking to acquiesce to some random's desire to stick something inside me tends to be kind of wallflowerey.
I think in my head I'm still a slut, I still have that constant scan thing going on and the eyes keep seeking out "yum" but the minute I identify someone as "yum" my brain quickly floods me with the long lines of experience that translates into "ugh." Yugh? "Looks great but I'm not interested in learning the particulars of your flaws?" "You're as transparent as a fish in the aquarium with the light behind them - and while your colors and shape appear pretty at first, when I look at you I see right through you and can see your poop?"
You can buy a magic 8-ball online for $6. http://graveyardmall.com/clma8.html
The onion makes a good jab at eljay compared to facebook/twatter.
New "Noveller" allows people to post novels they write during course of their day
http://www.theonion.com/content/news/new_noveller_allows_people_to_post
(guilty as charged) (only with no continuity, point, or audience)
My friends and even people I don't like are obviously batshit insane, but no more so than I am. It's not that I don't or can't judge, just that I can't do so with any standard that couldn't chop me down as well. But, I judge because I don't care if I'm judged as well. Or I'm too lazy to not-judge. Y'all suck.
Last night was asked by several people if my holiday was "fun." I often answered "Spent with family," but then they followed up asking if I had "fun." So finally I started to answer:
No. No! Fun? Really? Did you miss the part where I said I was with family? Does it matter which or whose family? How can that be fun? There is no sexing there. None! If there was, it would be "ew" not "fun." How is eating food fun? Cooking and cleaning up? Hearing politics, sports, puppies, drama...fun? Is there drunken olive oil orgy sex at a family dinner? Then why call it fun? You're here in a nightclub full of high crazy people and asking me if the newspaper leaden table with family in the middle of the day with the tv blaring was fun? Really? Why is this is a question?
Savage love to my shock identified me as a bisexual male today. DS's old mantra is the stereotype because it's true issue of "bisexual women are straight, bisexual men are gay." This week he discussed ME, bisexual men who like the man-sex but don't get their romance feelings on with men. "Most bisexual guys are the opposite of your (mostly) gay friend, i.e., they can fuck men but they don't fall in love with men, which is why most bi guys identify as (mostly) straight)." Really? I can see the identifying as straight thing and agree with it, but..._most_ bi guys? This is something new to me. Where are my peers, the denizens of bi guys who aren't really just not-quite-uncloseted gay guys?
I may hit the gay-alt thing tonight before wasteland. Black Cat - homosonic. I may not - I never know anyone at gay nights and going it alone when I'm not looking to acquiesce to some random's desire to stick something inside me tends to be kind of wallflowerey.
I think in my head I'm still a slut, I still have that constant scan thing going on and the eyes keep seeking out "yum" but the minute I identify someone as "yum" my brain quickly floods me with the long lines of experience that translates into "ugh." Yugh? "Looks great but I'm not interested in learning the particulars of your flaws?" "You're as transparent as a fish in the aquarium with the light behind them - and while your colors and shape appear pretty at first, when I look at you I see right through you and can see your poop?"
You can buy a magic 8-ball online for $6. http://graveyardmall.com/clma8.html
The onion makes a good jab at eljay compared to facebook/twatter.
New "Noveller" allows people to post novels they write during course of their day
http://www.theonion.com/content/news/new_noveller_allows_people_to_post
(guilty as charged) (only with no continuity, point, or audience)
My friends and even people I don't like are obviously batshit insane, but no more so than I am. It's not that I don't or can't judge, just that I can't do so with any standard that couldn't chop me down as well. But, I judge because I don't care if I'm judged as well. Or I'm too lazy to not-judge. Y'all suck.
Last night was asked by several people if my holiday was "fun." I often answered "Spent with family," but then they followed up asking if I had "fun." So finally I started to answer:
No. No! Fun? Really? Did you miss the part where I said I was with family? Does it matter which or whose family? How can that be fun? There is no sexing there. None! If there was, it would be "ew" not "fun." How is eating food fun? Cooking and cleaning up? Hearing politics, sports, puppies, drama...fun? Is there drunken olive oil orgy sex at a family dinner? Then why call it fun? You're here in a nightclub full of high crazy people and asking me if the newspaper leaden table with family in the middle of the day with the tv blaring was fun? Really? Why is this is a question?
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Date: 2009-11-27 03:17 pm (UTC)I don't object to fun, but it takes a back seat to stuff that's more satisfying on a different level.
Maybe that's maturity. Maybe that's just age.
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Date: 2009-11-27 03:38 pm (UTC)Filing an awesome motion is fun.
Squatting 275 lbs for the first time is fun.
Watching dumb tv with my squeeze is fun.
Reviewing my retirement accounts is fun.
Still - family? Not fun. For me the family standard is "Didn't suck"
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Date: 2009-11-27 04:18 pm (UTC)Re: family fun, I had fun with my mom a few weeks ago. Scrabble is fun! Playing miniature golf badly is sort of fun. Playing a baby grand piano is LOADS of fun. Splashing in the waves is fun, and so is shopping and cooking (which I nearly spelled "cokking" -- no doubt due to my mother's contribution!).
My mom's more fun than your mom, nyeah.
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Date: 2009-11-27 09:13 pm (UTC)You've made me snort water on my keyboard now!!
One of the many things to be thankful for is that I'm 3000 miles away from my family, so I don't have to attend those awful dinners. Instead we do an "orphans' thanksgiving" with 30+ friends and friends of friends - this year the best part was probably Kyrrin's smoked turducken. And apparently Hawk & I have been drafted to repeat this recipe next year - wtf? I don't have a clue how to use a smoker or debone a bird, and I don't think Hawk can even boil water without burning it. Hopefully by the time the next thanksgiving rolls around everyone will have forgotten that. Oh, and instead of family we had a tiki bar in the back yard, and music both real and rock band in the garage and temps around 70*.
I miss you lot back east, but not the weather or the crazy family gatherings which make me want to kill (and inevitably wind up with a very drunk
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Date: 2009-11-28 01:26 pm (UTC)I hear ya, though.
BTW, we should do dinner the next time you come up.
I haven't been to the Black Cat night but would enjoy doing so... sometime in the future, maybe.
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Date: 2009-11-28 02:22 pm (UTC)Didn't make it to the BC
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Date: 2009-11-28 09:17 pm (UTC)will keep you aprised. Ideally, i'd be dancing every weekend.
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Date: 2009-11-28 06:45 pm (UTC)Love this line.
Play the game a few too many times you know how it ends.
--k
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Date: 2009-12-01 01:48 pm (UTC)You must think my journal is insipid! I LOVE eating, cooking, and
shopping for food. Cleaning isn't fun though.
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