Sunday, March 28, 2010

Henry ROllins, did not marry me. Sad day.

But guess who got to hug Henry Rollins, get his autograph, get a picture of him outside his tour bus, talk to him about South Africa (My dad was born there and I have been once, Henry is going back in 2 weeks) and tell him places he should visit when he gets to Nicaragua, cause he has never gone! (again once because having wealthy summer room mates from other countries and a passport was awesome!)

Yeah, be jealous...I am :cool:

For my suffering I was gifted with whiskey bombs by my bouncer friend Dix and his girl "H" (3 Amber Beers) and then handed a beer by KT, Dennis, and Keir (3 Guiness Draughts) and then bought ANOTHER beer upon being discovered by Bax walking out of a bar where he had ditched his date (1 Red Stripe in a can).

A grand total of 7 alcoholic drinks in 5 hours.:alcoholic:

I came home belching and complaining about the ceiling spinning. Crash made me make myself eggs and toast, drunk. Which is a good thing I am such a autopilot cook because I seriously was looking down periodically watching my hands move and grab things and thinking "wow, that looks good, whose making that?" Yeah...drunk.

7:30AM the next morning my cell rang and it was Bax texting me saying "How hungover are you?"

I sent him a pic of me in my hoodie, with my skullcap, and sunglasses on flipping the bird to the camera.

Today I can only say I prayed to the great deity of pharmaceuticals. If it were not for Zofran, Tramadol, and Nutritional shakes I would still be lying in bed with the dog complaining that Crash was breathing too loud. :disgust:

As of now I am happily doped, managed to go to dinner with my boy Darrin and actually eat a sandwich and later a slice of pizza (followed almost immediately by more Zofran)

Tomorrow is Bax birfday and I have to go figure out what to get the old man. He called to check on me and asked if I was coming out with him to celebrate. :( I told him I loved him to death but on top of the hangover in the seventh ring, Crash and I are still fighting off the plague. He said "You could come and not drink! Honestly I think he was just trying to be nice, Crash really doesn't want to go out, I've been out twice this week already and I know his boy AJ AM is going to be there and that guy is still sweating me about "How do I know you?!" I don't know how many times I shoudl have to tell a smokehead "I hit and quit you, now I am off market property, move on, write it down" I know AJ AM is friends with Bax and hell he was friends with me but its been 10 years since spent time with AJ. SO....get over it ad move on?

Maybe I am rude but everytime we all get together he brings it up and Bax and I are both like "OK new subject anything else, what do you do for living, favorite band, NAME your kids AJ!!! usually that one shuts him up or confuses him so he is deterred or refocused enough so I can slip away ad talk to some of our other friends like will or Bri that I know who also give AJ the head shake.

Long story short. Hanging out with Bax guy friends in a group is like all the girl drama and emotions with none of the holding back or restraint. Because on top of Aj you have Bri who has a control freak GF who calls him every 5 mintues when she hangs with us. We go shoot pool, see a movie, play chess, and his phone is ringing every 5 minutes with her yelling at him LONG DISTANCE, to get back to his mama's house and be home in case she wants to talk.

Because she doesn't trust ME. A person who is engages, who she has never met, who doesn' find your BF Bri attractive in any semblance of the imagination. Yet even if I did I love MY fiance and I am not a stupid home wrecking nutbag.

But my ex military, firfighting, gun liking, marttial arts, motorcycle riding, and movie and traveling interests amke it so I get along with all Bax friends and I am the only girl they invite because I am pretty much the kid sister.

So half the guys who are married have their wives calling them every 10 minutes, or just randomly stopping by. To see if I have managed to erase their mind and steal their essence and make them run away with me...I don't know because I don't get women whic is why I hang out with a bunch of guys...But Bax crew...Its the guys ans the girls who have some drama and its exhausting. and tedious. Bax keeps saying they have to know you are like our kid sister and if these people don't like you, there's something up, because you are my barometer. You are like a puppy.

Gee thanks.

It just isn't relaxing it inds up bing socially taxing and not party but a artistic event of dodging and weaving around people and leaving early enough to avoid most of them but lte enough not to appear weak or tick off Bax. See? Guy drama? Girl Drama? It sucks the life from you like a lesion! I just thought I'd figure out a time to gift him later.

In typical Bax form he said "I hope it will keep!" to which Darrin who heard the convo said "No problem we poked air holes, now we are just waiting for her papers. :rolleyes: One more joke from either of them about a mail order bride...Its just gone from "oh hah stupid joke to "OK seriously, you are dumb and I don't want a INS agent tailing me because you guys have a stupid sense of humor."

With my recent luck, it would happen.

Tomorrow I should get my shoes:

I spent a LOT of money but my friends all tell me they last a long time (longer than New Balance) and are the best shoes for a bad back and bad feet.

Then I just have to figure out what to buy Bax for his birfay... I am thinking new bamboo plugs (have) some catnip for his babies (Godzilla and Dracula) he and both like knives, guns, motocycles, sushi, tea, comic books...asian stuff...

I mean I know he has a tea pot so I can't get him that. He already has a machete. I am not giving him any of MY guns, they have sentimental attachments and I like to target shoot. I am thinking I will try to find some B movie dracula bat related something. He likes bats and dracula and vampires. Because he is weird.

I am totally stumped so PLEASE feel free to text me with ideas if you have my number. or tell me via facebook.


Monday, March 22, 2010

Cross Post: Rules and regulations

Rules and regulations
Posted Today at 08:12 PM by Keenkitty
I am not stupid enough to go shooting off my mouth to purposely offend people just to get myself tossed out on my behind.

In fact those of you who know me really well, know that when I get angry I don't get foul mouthed and irrational.

I get thoughtful and articulate.

The points that really rankled me was not that I got mod-slapped. Honestly with all the friends on here that I have lost who never come back here (you all know who they are), with the sheer number of PM's and messages and e-mails telling me that they too were mod-slapped for similar "offenses" I was feeling 50/50 on my comfort level talking about my life here.

However with the recent adoption of my brother and his partners new daughter. and the upcoming wedding of my Godmother, I was feeling really good about "LGBT" culture.

I was feeling like the idea that my godmother used to be a genetic man and now is going to get married to a wonderful man as a beautiful bride meant more people were OK with talking openly and honestly about what really goes on in our lives and how we really see ourselves.

We talk about tattoos in naughty places. We have entire blogs and threads devoted to piercing our bits. But that is OK because that type of information titillates but doesn't push too far past the comfort zone.

Yet if I say that I had over 240 partners before deciding to marry Crash and 100 of them were female I wonder how long it is going to take before I am told that is "inappropriate language or content"?

I do NOT talk about our bedroom life on here. I have never talked about the frequency or the lack there of on this blog. But I talk about my home boys joking around with me because they themselves are comfortable enough in their masculinity to hang around with our friends who are gay, straight, bi, purple with yellow polka dots, or disabled like me.

They treat each person on their individual merits or demerits as a case by case scenario. The fact that I wear boxers, appreciate women, have a sordid track record, and wear men's clothing and identify more with my homosexual brother than my bisexual sister doesn't matter to them.

They love KJ the music lover. They love the writer who wrote such a scathing review of a friends new restaurant that he still won't let us in there.

They love me because I treat everyone the way I would want t be treated and I am still hurt and angry that people are told to "Just pipe down and do what they tell you" or to not cause a fuss when something is really fundamentally screwed up.

It feels like they are saying: Be who you are, just, be fun LGBT, not out LGBT and not too much LGBT.

Better yet, just leave off the "T" because it makes us really uncomfortable.

The thing is. I used to be one of those people. I used to be uncomfortable and against the "T" in LGBT. So I can understand where they are coming from. But I never went as far as to ban someone else from talking about their life.

Life is a library, you don't like one book you walk away and get another book. You don't walk it up to the librarian and demand it be burned because someone else might read it.

You know I wouldn't talk to my godmother for three years when she started transitioning. Then I went to a conference and heard a Kate Bornstein lecture. I offered to take her out for lunch and ended up sitting in her car after wards crying in her arms.

She told me imagine if you were forced to wear dresses all the time, and hose, and put your hair up, or worse, shave it off, cover it, and never allowed show your face.

I told her I would feel like someone else was wearing my skin.

That night I went to my Godmothers house with cookies, Pricilla Queen of the Desert, and a 4 pack of Guinness. I let her paint my toenails, we sat up talking, laughing, and crying.

The next day after my shower I grabbed my boxers and pulled them on and saw her in her makeup and robe.

I was shocked because she was beautiful. SHE was beautiful. I'd never thought of my godfather as a great looking person. But My godmother was poised, elegant, smiling, and beautiful.

I changed my mind about being weird-ed out or against the "T" in LGBT after that.

So I guess yeah this is a community for us to talk about long hair. But we talk about other things. We seem to pick and choose what we get offended about and what we choose to find appropriate and inappropriate.

However, if I were to use that same logic in my life 12 years ago I would have wrote off my Godmother and never been involved with the LGBT community and have the many friends that I have. Many of which have come on here and later left because they didn't feel welcome.

Merriam-Webster defines "Community" as:

"Main Entry: com·mu·ni·ty
Pronunciation: \kə-ˈmyü-nə-tē\

1 : a unified body of individuals, people with common interests, an interacting population of various kinds of individuals (as species) in a common location d : a group of people with a common characteristic or interest living together within a larger society: social activity : fellowship d : a social state or condition."

We are a LONG HAIR community. Not a Long Hair >insert neutral non offensive term< Community.

It would be really unfortunate if we started to pick and choose what types, and whom those "various kinds of individuals" can be.


Saturday, March 20, 2010

Freedom of speech is Bullshit.

"FUK! and I am so gay."

Deleted Blog Entry: Because of offensive language.

Posted March 19th, 2010 at 12:24 AM by Keenkitty:

I vampire d again.

slept all damn day.


I have been watching "The L word" and trying to alk to my brother Jase about it and he is not into it. He is bitching about me not watching Project Runway the INSTANT it comes on so that we can talk about it all week long.

So I picked up a fashion magazine today because Lady Gaga was on the cover and we went through the outfits together and I was saying I liked the outfits the guys were wearing.

Suddenly my brother squeals "You are so GAY!"

uh yeah, I am, I REALLY am, and?

I know I am like a "Bi-butch/Gay-guy" as my fiance calls it. Except that I like to shave my armpits and legs, I wear makeup sometimes, and I have longer hair.

Other than that my fiance and I wear the same style clothes. My friend Bax and I wear each others clothes. (And the bastard stole my opalite plugs saying "you don't wear these, they too small fo' yo' azz, I wan'em" ) and I have exactly three girls shirts. and 4 girls pants. The rest are guys.

If I tweezed my brows, wore product in my hair, and watched what I ate and worked out more, I would be a gay man.

Well I would need a peenus but honestly I would probably stick it into too many things I wasn't supposed too so its a good thing I don't have one.

Bax said today on our hike "Man I'm glad your not a guy, you'd be gay and you'd be sticking your sh*t into anything tight and dark as it is you probably carry your peenus around in your back pack."

I laughed so hard I literally almost fell off the edge of a fukkin cliff.

Bax caught my arm and Trib who was with us said "Dude, Shotokon over there saved your life, now he has to watch you like a hawk until it needs saving again"

Bax said "Thats it, you're going over the cliff"

It was an interesting afternoon.

When I got home I took out Chupdogra and he scared the sh*t out of the neighbor kid by barking at him. I scolded him and he didn't get to come to the bank with me. I drove Trib home and saw his new digs. He has n furniture, 3 cats, and sleeps on the floor.

Bax and I were like "Dude, this weekend you are taking the futon and we are getting you furniture."

His wife broke it off and cheated on him and HE LEFT her the house?! The guy is vegan and has LOST weight. I actually was able to lift him up today. I told him "OK, time for Mama to feed you, this weekend you are coming over and I am making you pasta."

Bax said he works all the time, never goes out, and sits at home with the cats and reads.

Bax was like "dude! wrong puddy!" We are going to make him go to a movie and not wear pajamas this time.

Crash was like "How many friends, like five? guy friends without girlfriends we have now? WTH man?"

He gets to stay home and babysit, I have to drag their sorry azzes out and make them do ****e.