Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

selfy-stuff

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I have this very irrational (yet, highly rational) fear of contracting Oral Herpes. This started out as a sort of joke at parties – an excuse not to share pieces of pizza and drinking glasses with other people. As the years progressed my little rule evolved into my golden rule: The only people i’ll share anything with are people i would lock lips with anyhow. My friends all think i’m insane, of course. What most people don’t realize is that Herpes is the most prevalent sexually transmitted infection, only it isn’t just transmitted sexually. Anytime someone has a cold sore and they kiss you or share a drinking container with you, you run the risk of transmitting their infection. There is no cure for herpes. It is unsightly and easy to spot. It can weaken your immune system enough to allow other diseases to take advantage of you; by virtue of this trait is is known as a co-factor to AIDS/HIV. So, i might be overly paranoid, but my fear is not irrational. Anyhow, i hate sharing.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/12/1527158/

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Finally…. finally, an attractive gay man flirted with me at work today. I was starting to think i ranked very low on the gaydar, or whatever it is. A gay friend tells me it’s found behind the spleen. Meanwhile, have you noticed that i hardly even whine about the fact that i register at all? Yep, i’m pretty much resigned to a life of having men hit on me, 1 in 10 of which won’t make me wanna run away in fear. Cause, i can only make pleasant non-flirting conversation with an ugly person for so long, you know.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1498426/

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I get asked at least once a month by strangers if i’m Canadian or British. Apparently i just don’t fit into their preconcieved North American Eastern Seaboard standards of communications. Or maybe it’s because i’m fragile-looking and i have odd taste in music. Hell, if that qualifies me for British or Canadian citizenship, let me in already!

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1490802/

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After i died in my dream, my friends could tell when i was near them even though they couldn’t see me. I could tell how well someone knew me by how much they reacted to my presence. I finally did manage to communicate with someone, but i don’t remember who it was. I wish i did.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1490644/

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I can only remember being killed in a dream one other time recently, and that time i woke up immediately because i had been abruptly cut out of the narrative of the dream. Don’t ask me how i managed to stick around this time … i think it was just the Benadryl keeping me drowsy. I woke up a few times in the middle and then dove right back in, as if coming up for air momentarily. I popped right up at 8am though, and even made it to class on time. Imagine that.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1490395/