Archive for February, 2010
I have no gaydar
Feb 27th
Seriously, unless they’re flaming with feather boas (or some other obvious indicator) I never seem to pick up on it.
Not that it matters to me either way. Whatever floats your boat you know.
It’s just that… I have a wild fantasy life… I often (more often than I probably should) make up entire scenarios about various men I know or see or pass on the street. That’s a lot of energy to waste on the few that will never follow through… not that any will ever follow through but a girl has to dream, right?
I mean, men will never know what’s going on in my head. I don’t act like I’ve set up an elaborate fantasy involving him and I in wild animalesque ballets of sex…
unless you’re reading this now
in which case I don’t mean YOU! It’s that other guy… or maybe it was you. Whatever.
The point is, even though nobody will ever know who I fantasize about, I’m still embarrassed when I find out he’s gay. Even though it’s all in my head, I feel like I’ve just been slapped and not in a good way.
There was a really attractive gentleman that came to #evfn last night. Completely out of my league – which makes him prime fodder for starring in my latest mental pornplay – and I actually asked our mutual friend if the fella was married or gay just so I wouldn’t waste my energy on him. Mental energy that is, because there certainly hasn’t been anyone my own age returning any interest in actual playing around.
Maybe I should write some of these out?
Bon Jovi gets me off
Feb 26th
Well maybe just a little. I felt I needed an interesting title.
Monday night was a really great night. I went with Ladawn to Yucca Tap Room for open mic night and we had a really good time. I swear Ladawn is my lucky charm. Every time I go out with her I end up getting laid. Tuesday night we recorded Evo at 11. But Wednesday night was THE CONCERT EVENT OF MY LIFE! Really, the last concert I went to was George Michael back in Florida years and years ago.
Hmmm, went to Sheila’s work and we went from there to the Yard House right next to the arena. About 4:30. To drink. Oden and Rachel showed up and around 6:45 in we went. We I was not impressed by the opening band Dashboard Confessional. I didn’t recognize any songs.
Then Bon Jovi started up and I loved it. The band was great, the music was great, the energy was great, but the fat-ass big-haired bitch in front of me was NOT great.
CONCERT ETIQUETTE: IF EVERYONE AROUND YOU STANDS UP TO ROCK THE HOUSE, IT’S OKAY TO STAND UP AND ROCK THE HOUSE. BUT IF EVERYONE AROUND YOU (AND ESPECIALLY BEHIND YOUR FAT ASS) SITS DOWN TO ENJOY THE CONCERT, SIT YOUR ASS DOWN!
Just sayin. I know you paid good money for a seat and so did I.
So anyway, good concert even though I had to watch most of the concert on the jumbotrons. Lots of middle-aged women with big hair, boots and plenty of make-up. Too many screaming women like any of them stood a chance. Fanatics both amuse me and creep me out.
Fun week and tonight is #evfn back at Whole Foods in a couple of hours.
And you asked to follow me why?
Feb 26th
One of my Facebook “friends” posted some comment about hating location based social media like FourSquare and linked to pleaserobme.com as an example of why it’s bad, etc.
So I responded in some off-hand smart-ass way way about being smart enough to not put your home address on the internet… whatever.
This is his response:
Well Debbie… I don’t care what you think… You are obviously an unemployed ren-fair attendee. Not at all a model of responsible behavior. The picture of you in a corset is also a strong indicator of your lack of ability to determine responsible disclosure levels. This sort of disclosure is counter productive… and can result in your being banned from various more productive and lucrative circles.
So… I’m confused. Why exactly did this person want to be my Facebook friend in the first place? I didn’t go looking for him, I don’t think I even know who he is. One of those people I accepted because he was friends with a number of other friends so… sure why not click accept.
Personally I don’t friend people I don’t really want to friend. If I went looking for you and asked to be your friend it’s either because we’ve met and I like you, or my friends have talked enough about you to make me want to get to know you. Why did you come looking for me?
For the record dude, I’m not unemployed – I’m disabled. And I haven’t been to the ren-faire in years. Those costume shots are either from a Halloween party or Dragon*Con. Places I’ve had actual, you know, life experiences worth celebrating with pictures. So go fuck the high horse you’re sitting on.
Geeze some people are just wound up way too tight.