Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
I am trying to dress somewhere comfortable in between “dead sexy” and “fashionable” without ever verging to close to “flamingly sexy fashion sense.” So far i’m in a tight long-sleeved t-shirt, shiny jeans (they’re men’s jeans, okay, so shut up!), and my clunky dress shoes. The party’s only a block away, so i can always go and scout out the fashion and then come back to change, but that’s just scary. One things for sure, my blood-red tinted hair makes me look shag-a-delic. Yeah, baby!
by krisis
This is so disturbing. I think that weddings just disturb me because they involve so much money and are so me-focused for the Bride and Groom. As egotistical as i am, me-focused events always scare the living daylights out of me, as i would just rather occasionally steal the spotlight and then cooly return it to its owner. But, anyway, the fact that you can plan a wedding online scares the crap out of me. Sure, in terms of registering for gifts and things of that nature it’s fine, but otherwise it’s a bit creepy. Don’t you think so?
by krisis
Babe, don’t tell me these things. Maybe i should just stop looking back at highschool saying that i wasted it and start picking up the things i missed, but there’s only so much time after you subtract school and theatre and music and work and webpage. Getting older is hard, no matter what age you’re moving on from. At least you seem to have a story for every month that passed.
by krisis
Writing songs is getting a bit iffy… i either jump into an alternate tuning and use typical bass notes, or just wing it into a typical C-G-D, Em-C, or D-A-Bm-G progression in some other key. I can’t even remember how to write a good song… i suppose it just comes to you…
by krisis
Hitting on me is very flattering, to be sure, and i usually don’t even mind when people who aren’t my type hit on me. However, in the “not my type” category, way too many gay men have been flirting with me lately. I’m not sure if i’m putting off pheremones or something, but i’m starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. Today at work i was alone in the store and a totally unescapable head on flirting collision occurred. One of my customers just kept talking and talking at me (“Are you from Philly?” “Oh, i’m not from here, but i love this city, don’t you?”) even after i had gotten him coffee, given him change, and made the requisite idle chatter. Only very favourite customers get to hang around and chat any longer than that unless they’ve hit upon some delightful subject. And trust me, he hadn’t.
Now, i’m not sure if any of the 20-thru-30-something men stop to think about this, but i’m only 19, and by the most exaggerated account i might be 21 (based on how i “conduct myself). More likely, if i shaved a few key spots i could easily be making huge bucks being passed off as child pornography. I know that might be rather titilating, but between my relative youth and my being straight, the gay guys are working a few of my mid-to-last nerves.
And i’m flattered, of course.