Thursday, January 31, 2008

straight out of the gay's mouth

Very special friend: They say lesbians have a greater tendency to be irrationally jealous because it's so easy to lose your partner to another lesbian in the community.
Virnastar: Hmm... In the lesbian world NOT UNLIKE the hetero world, you get irrationally jealous not because it's easy to lose your partner but because you are just paranoid


Very special friend: what's with the necklace?
Virnastar: (with a very straight face)well, you see people usually think les don't accessorize. i don't want them to think im gay


Very special friend: So how's your S*X life?
Virnastar: define S*X life
Very sepcial friend: you don't abstain
Virnastar: (points to her bandanged hand) does it look like i abstain?
Very special friend: Hahahahaha

damn!

7 is suppose to be a lucky number.
well, there must have been some truth in that, because last week i was working for 7 straight days in like like 7 different places.
7 straight days that failed to set me on the straight path but instead led me deeper into my not so straight ways. heh!

On the 7th day, the perfect song for my object of whatever you want to call it, was brought to my stream of consciousness. thanks chang and twyla.

sophie b hawkins and melissa etheridge say:


Damn I wish I was your lover
I'll rock you till the daylight comes
Make sure you are smiling and warm
I am everything
Tonight I'll be your mother
I'll do such things to ease your pain
Free your mind and you won't feel ashamed
Shucks
For me there is no other
You're the only shoe that fits
I can't imagine I'll grow out of it



I say:
damn! damn! damn!

Friday, January 18, 2008

Chicken

I can't remember your face. I search every space in my brain but nothing produces a glipmse of you.
It's like you have disappeared.
But I cannot forget you.
My stream of consciousness is a fertile space full of you.
Just you.
Like dust that make up every living thing on this planet

I try to remember the words that I have spoken.
I open my mouth hoping that I can capture those moments again, hear my voce saying the words that gave you a look at what should be inside me.
I have become mute.
But no amount of exhaustion can seem to stop me from talking about you.
Always you

I try, believe me I tried
I know I should stop trying now
I am setting myself free
I am going after you