Can't be long, 'cause I've got an empty suitcase, piles of things strewn all ovr my floor, and the most upbeat playlist in the world, so a dance party (and some packing) are in order. Speaking of packing, I will NOT forget to bring my brother's shirt back with me, even though it's what I wore last year for Queer Prom and that's sort of sad. But this year is going to be a whole lot hotter; with my fake penis, I can't go wrong. Plus, I'll actually have time to get ready, and Chris will be joining us, and there will be more strangers since it's a conference year. And it'll be the day of my first reading, so I'll be needing to kick back a little.
Had the craziest bad-body-image weekend ever, but didn't give in to old vices 'cause I couldn't bring myself to betray William Blake. Threw up anyway, after crying so much to my poor bewildered girlfriend who, to her credit, is really warm and patient and encouraging and full of praises I almost can't handle hearing, sometimes. She talked me through, and then down, and I was even able to go out and buy some jeans after that, which is a huge accomplishment. The night before I left Asheville for break, I was curled up in her bed and let it slip that, if I ever get through all this body image shit, it's going to be with her; she recognized the rare occasion and made me repeat myself into her tape recorder. So now I've got to stand by it and let someone into all of that, for the first time. It's frightening, but not as much as I'd anticipated. FACT.
Also got a webcam to even the score, and just finished talking to Marshall's mother over it. I don't know how I ever manage to get sad when my world is so fucking charmed.
I am listening to the song that plays in Sliding Doors when Gwyneth Paltrow kicks her slimy boyfriend to the curb and gets all her hair cut off. In just fifteen hours, I'll be back in Asheville, where it will be sunny and some great times are waiting for me. No, I didn't finish my story yet, but I've got some inspiration, thanks to Young Steven - who also informed me that Gay Day at Cedar Point is on Father's Day every year. Isn't that wild? We might have to stage a cruise reunion there, if we can rustle up some hot red tanktops and escape our houses with solid alibis. So I've got a fantastic summer shaping up, and it's not even April yet, and the snow here is melting, and Deelite just came on and I am not about to sit still for this. Goodnight, darlings; next time I'll write, I'll be back where I need to be.
Had the craziest bad-body-image weekend ever, but didn't give in to old vices 'cause I couldn't bring myself to betray William Blake. Threw up anyway, after crying so much to my poor bewildered girlfriend who, to her credit, is really warm and patient and encouraging and full of praises I almost can't handle hearing, sometimes. She talked me through, and then down, and I was even able to go out and buy some jeans after that, which is a huge accomplishment. The night before I left Asheville for break, I was curled up in her bed and let it slip that, if I ever get through all this body image shit, it's going to be with her; she recognized the rare occasion and made me repeat myself into her tape recorder. So now I've got to stand by it and let someone into all of that, for the first time. It's frightening, but not as much as I'd anticipated. FACT.
Also got a webcam to even the score, and just finished talking to Marshall's mother over it. I don't know how I ever manage to get sad when my world is so fucking charmed.
I am listening to the song that plays in Sliding Doors when Gwyneth Paltrow kicks her slimy boyfriend to the curb and gets all her hair cut off. In just fifteen hours, I'll be back in Asheville, where it will be sunny and some great times are waiting for me. No, I didn't finish my story yet, but I've got some inspiration, thanks to Young Steven - who also informed me that Gay Day at Cedar Point is on Father's Day every year. Isn't that wild? We might have to stage a cruise reunion there, if we can rustle up some hot red tanktops and escape our houses with solid alibis. So I've got a fantastic summer shaping up, and it's not even April yet, and the snow here is melting, and Deelite just came on and I am not about to sit still for this. Goodnight, darlings; next time I'll write, I'll be back where I need to be.
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you and marshall... it's pretty great. FACT. and you talking with marrshall's mom on the webcam is so cute to me. also i love the sliding doors soundtrack, and deeelite and thanks to reading that i have groove is in the heart in my head :) looking forward to seeing you guys so much, even if i'm not looking forward to being in asheville. can't wait to hear everything!
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