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Monday, April 28th, 2003
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5:46p - The Big Gay Ball and the best ice cream in the world
I have something to say---
I'm in love with a republican pentecostal.
I just thought that would shock those who know me. She's wonderful! She's intelligent and sweet, very tender and nurturing, romantic, and sexy as hell.
And I'm an old bitter, cynical, heathen anarchist goth with trust issues. *sigh*. What am I to do with myself? She's said she loves me, that I'm too good to be true, and I can't help but wonder how I could possibly fit into her life. Besides the distance thing, which isn't that much of a problem for me, I'm just afraid I'm not up to her standards. But it's weird, even though she identifies herself as republican and pentacostal and I identify myself as anything but republican and claim my religion changes every five minutes but it hasn't been pentacostal yet and probably never will be, we've got a startlingly similar outlook on the world. I guess that shows how much labels mean.
So we went to the Big Gay Ball saturday night, which turned out to be a little gay ball, at Therapy, the nightclub in town. Yes, there are other nightclubs, but Therapy's really the only one with a goth night (scratch that, there's something new I've heard about but have never been), and it's the most gay-friendly. So me being gender non-identified is not a problem there, not that it would have been at the Castle either. I've just realized that entire paragraph makes NO sense. All right, I admit it, it's really early in this relationship and I think I'm serious about it, which scares me. And when I'm scared and excited like this about the best I can do is write in stream-of-consciousness. Anyway, after the Quest for the Holy Cloves met with success, though it was a near thing, we watched the drag club, then Quested similarly for the food, which we eventually found (Therapy is just in the land of getting lost as far as I'm concerned, evidently), we sat in the back and cuddled, then went out to sit and watch the dancing. Neither of us is comfortable dancing in public, though I'll do it in goth clubs where I know everyone looks stupid and it's not just me. Then we were talked at by an extremely drunk and lonely lesbian for awhile until I feigned headache to get away, and then we came home, and that's not the end of the night but it sort of is.
Then yesterday I saw my parents, and came home, and got groceries, and Paradox Troll made stir-fry and we had the best ice cream in the world for dessert. I mean it. Really. This stuff is amazing. I insisted on cherry, and tonight I will try the irish cream flavor. I think I'm going to do that right now in fact. Fuck dinner.
current mood: loved
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