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emchyre upddates when drunk a good idea? the night wasn't even supposed to go this way - and now i find myself infactuated with a keyboard and my own thoughts at 1:29am on a sunday morngin - makes me think of the johnny cash song that willie nelson wrote
"sunday morning coming down"
tonight was a mirage of good times and crowded dance floors. mind you it wasn't supposed to turn out that way, it was supposed to be runnning a quick errand making a necessary appearance at a housewarming and then home. i undersestimated the powers of fag friends who know which drinks i like and know how to get me queeny and ridiculous and o so very gay. post party i was convinced to go to "Drunk and Horny" a new gay club in the lower haight at SF Underground. i felt so short. after last night at hot pants, and you know at most dyke bars i amon the taller side at 5"7' but nt in the gay bars...damn. this is when i hate being short. i get so beat up by gay boy butt bouncing and dancing and the elbows in the head - damn girl work it out on someone your own size
serves me right though - i know the terrain, my time to roll with the punches
the weekend has thrown me a bit so far - went to meeting today, realied that i dont try to save people anymore so much as to enter into mutually supportive friendships - i like that. though why i am whining over some lost folks in my head i am not sure. tonight i got to see one of those said lost folks at the party. a little weird, incredibly scary. if philip hadnt been there i would have run. thank god he told me she was there before i saw her independently and acted the fool
my mind goes into such funny places. all of which are [data embargo]
for the first time in a while - i have a secret
and rthe thing about secrets - they always want to be told...
"sunday morning coming down"
tonight was a mirage of good times and crowded dance floors. mind you it wasn't supposed to turn out that way, it was supposed to be runnning a quick errand making a necessary appearance at a housewarming and then home. i undersestimated the powers of fag friends who know which drinks i like and know how to get me queeny and ridiculous and o so very gay. post party i was convinced to go to "Drunk and Horny" a new gay club in the lower haight at SF Underground. i felt so short. after last night at hot pants, and you know at most dyke bars i amon the taller side at 5"7' but nt in the gay bars...damn. this is when i hate being short. i get so beat up by gay boy butt bouncing and dancing and the elbows in the head - damn girl work it out on someone your own size
serves me right though - i know the terrain, my time to roll with the punches
the weekend has thrown me a bit so far - went to meeting today, realied that i dont try to save people anymore so much as to enter into mutually supportive friendships - i like that. though why i am whining over some lost folks in my head i am not sure. tonight i got to see one of those said lost folks at the party. a little weird, incredibly scary. if philip hadnt been there i would have run. thank god he told me she was there before i saw her independently and acted the fool
my mind goes into such funny places. all of which are [data embargo]
for the first time in a while - i have a secret
and rthe thing about secrets - they always want to be told...
