Ambiviolent
So thats itEntering the final furlong and only just starting to crack the whip. Another two days off, another two days on the garden, interspersed with either a night in tonight infront of the pc then a crafty pint over the Rover, or a pub crawl in Moulton (*scoff*) with Jason and Kirsty this evening and a taxi home.....N home tomorrow, perhaps go to the Boston Clipper tomorrow night and laff at some gilly gays and then soak up some sun with tea in the garden on Sunday
Bliss
It’s a shame I live on an A-Road next door to Northampton Zoo, and a nosey neighbour with a squeaky gate......ah well, you can’t have everything.
In fact, dare I say it, life is really good at the moment, apart from the odd second where good old Benny Hill crops up, like yesterday when I smashed two of Nat’s glasses at work, and skips being too small etc, but other than that I’m happy and cool.
I’m still on my anti-gay parade, however, so you do have to excuse me.
I understand why most straight people don’t even bat an eyelid knowing that I like willies, mainly because I don’t ostracise myself by waving my arms around, having a shaved head or lurid coloured hair or wearing a rugby top or pink Versace t-shirt or bag strap slung over opposite shoulder to bag.
I don’t integrate myself – Iam myself, I don’t need integrate into anything.
I don’t dribble over semi-naked men in the street. I grew out of that when I was 17.....or maybe its because I’m happy with the man I’ve got....I don’t know.
I even want to grow old, in fact, I’m rather looking forward to it. I don’t want my wardrobe to be in my 20s when I’m in my 40s. As I sat on the bus this morning I saw the very evidence in front of me. 40-ish man with a strangulated-purple colour shirt on, daft yellow highlights and sunglasses that were stolen from Jackie O. A teenager would have just gotten away with it......this man needed a good slap to his deeply moisturised face.
I think I just see people who have a lot of things personality-wise going for them, throwing themselves mercilessly on slim sunkissed boys, pretending they’re “in with a shout” and degrading their reputations in the process.
It’s ugly to watch and I see it happen more often.
*Mary Whitehouse gets her zimmer and shuffles off into the night*
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