Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
So, i have a lot less hair right now than i did yesterday, and i’m not really happy about it because i look very normal and not nearly as pretty as i usually look. So, until i get brave enough to appear on cam with the new haircut, please appreciate what i’ve left behind…
One final thought before i head out for my Friday night: i really am partially or totally naked in the apartment as much as my cam would indicate. Of the last four occasions of Gina coming downstairs to see me, i have had to put on additional clothing before opening the door all four times. Needless to say, Gina is a bit disconcerted. Anyhow, we’re off to ramble around U-City, hopefully winding up at Aim’s place. Did i mention the members only area of cam archives? Maybe you should be on the notify list… hearing me whine about my life on a more personal basis is a small price to pay for being able to treasure the many partially nude moments i’ve had on the webcam.
I’ll leave you with that.
So, apparently my ass has become a meme . Who knew? It’s just like Ani with “People talk about my image like i come in two dimensions, like lipstick is a sign of my declining mind” … only, my perky ass is the sign of my declining musical relevance, or something. Meanwhile, have you heard about the tiny trouble Ani just had with the David Letterman show? Apparently she can talk about the girl police and her declining mind, but a mention of “white people are so scared of black people” is enough to get her plug pulled. Of course, i think we all wanted to hear “heartbreak even” anyhow. So… i think this battle ends in a tie. However, no matter what the final score, Amy and i have 4th row tickets to see Ani sing those songs and more this October. Rock.
For a while i was wholly obsessed with maintaining my general anonymity on the internet. I was ambiguous about my sex, and my location, and i never ever used my real name for anything. That’s what the internet was for, after all, escaping me. However, i’m also wholly obsessed with revealing each minuscule detail of my life to everyone on the internet: i’m obsessed with blogging, and obsessed with being on my webcam, and totally obsessed with posting my songs. And, i realized today that my obsession with anonymity must be wholly over if i’m sitting in front of my computer for 24 straight hours posting stories about me, pictures of me, and recordings of my own voice. Somewhere along the line my online persona became less of something to hide behind and more of a distillation of what i’m actually all about. Yes, i do cringe or look mildly confused when other loggers read my name somewhere. However, now i find that i actually have friends – friends who i care about and laugh with and shed tears over and miss when they aren’t on. And, i don’t think i can honestly say i had many of those while i was still some nebulous genderless nameless entity. So, hi, this is Peter reporting back to you after a day spent totally not recovering from 25/24. I somehow competently moved the whole mess over to it’s own page, and i’ve almost worked out what the contents of the Best-Of disc will be, and i mailed all of my sponsors. However, my bills are late, my private life is unkempt, and i still need more sleep. Do i sound frazzled enough? Welcome back to normalcy :p
Gina makes me sound like such a hack… i play guitar with this sortof robotic precision where my notes stand out against the rhythm, and i sing with this warbling fake-vibrato, and compared to her effortless solos and her clear-as-a-bell voice it sounds like i’m playing with a steel claw and vibrator stuck up my ass. Or something. You’ll see soon.