Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Monday, June 14, 2010

Drag Event part 2


The following week was hell week. My decision at the end of this story will hopefully be justified, but if not, I hope to put things into perspective.


I had arrived along with my drag mother on time. We were made up and I observed as she put on her face. She took me through the step by step when she made me up, but I could actually see it when she made herself up.


While doing so we discussed certain person she told me to avoid imitating. I was intimidated by the knowledge work and persperation she explained with exact detail. She lived drag, she was drag... a true rising star. To this day I hope she reaches the hieghts she so incredibly worked for. I hope for myself to reach my own hieghts in my own career.


The show went on... I was first. Barefoot in a floorlength midnight blue gown, red curls on ivory shoulders, a belly-dancers belt at my waist I stepped onstage of the masterpiece that soon fell apart before my eyes. I lost the shoes that my drag mother gave me, my waits was small and my belt was too big and fell... It was removed only to distract the choreography.


The song once again was an unknown arbian-crossover pop tune by Sarah Brightman. Harem. This didn't seem to be accepted well and I felt I made a fool of myself. I, shame ridden, left the stage. It was obvious why they selected me to be first in the line-up.


That night I lost the man I loved... or there was a part of it that lead to the several steps that would essentially have me lose the man I loved... suspicion is a harsh criminal and I feel in my heart I may not have loved him as I thought I did and I wanted to die in my shameful night.


I do not use this night to judge my experience, but I hope to return to that stage where I had so started a horrible debut, but I feel I have ruined my chances and will follow my original passion. Although it will always be a talent. I will always be who I am and be what I want to be. I will revolutionize the world and make a change for people like me.


I don't think it is Drag itself that I am aiming for. Maybe it's something greater, something skin deep that makes me who I am. I await the day I discover what true potential lies hidden in me. I long for love as well as any other human being does as well...

Saturday, November 28, 2009

2010

I hope everyone can relate to this.
The end of the 2009 approacheth. SO:

2010 will be the year of my youth!

2010 means doing 20 shots and sobering with tequilla and pepto bismol
2010 means trying multiple things with my hair until it burns out dull.
2010 means peircing every body part until I Am the Pin Couchion COO COO KA CHOO!!!

2010 will be the year of my beauty!

2010 means several new shades of eye shadow
2010 means that many shoes to try on AND BUY!!!
2010 means that many dress sizes to lose to fit into what you used to!

2010 will be the year of my regenisis!

2010 means new beginnings, middles, endings and sequels.
2010 means more sex, more mess, more fun. SLIP 'N SLIDE!!!
2010 means more jerks than a sex addict beating off.

BUT!

Two years from that is
2012

Shit.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Writers' Block


Okay, a lot of things have been happening lately... and uh, well, I have writers block. Not in the sense where I can't write, but there's so much to write about a road block pops up... well actually it takes the shape of an actual block.


See I had a few sceanarios where I was going to write something Pulitzer Prize worthy but it only ends up being Newberry Honor, to complete and utter crap... Why? The block appears. For example:


So I totally met this really cute guy on POF (single's site i totally reccomend) and he's really cute. A PHD (pretty huge dick HAH!) student and researcher for business. He's totally funny and really into me. His body is average and face looks like a BLOCK!!!


See!


Second example...


So I totally checked my status for my loan from the government for school and I got completely declined! It sucks... then again maybe I put in some wrong info or wrong dates... then again, maybe its the goverments way of cutting off the arts by not supplying art students with the finances to BLOCK!!!


RAWR!


Third example...


Recently I got some new facebook pics of me in lingerie, pantyhose, and some cute outfits. The guy that took the pics is also a good looker... he BLOCKS like a BLOCKER!!!!


WHAT THE HELL?!


So this was my little rant on writers block. I should get it more often because it's a fun thing to deal with. And now, for other writers...


WAYS TO DEAL WITH MUTHA FCUKING WRITAS BLOCK!!! (kinda gangsta, huh?)


1. Don't think about it. It makes it worse... kinda like sex.


2. Do something else. It makes things better... kinda like sex.


3. Think of an idea and free-write. It's fun... kinda like sex.


4. Drink or smoke, if you want to. Hey, nothing like marijuana to get the creative juices flowing!


5. Read a good book. Steal ideas like J.K. Rowling did!


6. Watch a movie.


7. Have sex [and kinda like it]... there's never a bad time to try writing a romance novel! (you saw this coming a mile away)


8. Go Outside, take a walk, don't get hit by a... CAR!!!! O_<


9. Start a blog. It obviously helps... kinda like--


10. Listen to music... but really listen to it... you never kno if you can find a message you want to write about. except if its rap, cuz most messages are drive-bys, doing drugs, slapping your ho, lighting up with your homeslice is cool, but its a lie! It's a god-awful lie! Cuz if you do that you go to hell, like gays...


Wait... O_O always knew I was, HAHAHAHA! that explains, like A LOT!


Just kidding about the gays going to hell bit... but lifes too short not to laugh at yourself. C'mon!

Friday, July 24, 2009

Fairest: the idea pitch

Imagine if you will...

Once upon a time...

Ayortha, a kingdom of beauty and song; of song more than anything else. Music rules the day as the people sing to heal and to play.

One Ayorthaian, Aza, has the purest voice in the entire kingdom. She wins the hearts of the kind prince Ijori, a brute of a duchess of Olixo, the kingdom, and a scheming queen. The only thing is, she isn't the fairest of them all. Abused by the people because of her looks, Aza is shy and intimidated by the world.

When she befriends newlywed Queen Ivi of Ayortha, her world turns upside down as she conquers her fears, loves and predudices based on her looks. Aza soon finds out that her life is more at risk than her looks.

Loosely based of of the Fairy Tale Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, author of Ella Enchanted, Gail Carson Levin's musical and magical novel Fairest, pits one girl who must accept who she is before anyone else can, against a society that loves beauty; and not just in a voice.

Aza is a young country girl who goes to the wedding of her Kingdom's King, Oscaro, to the foreign Queen, Ivi. When Oscaro is severely injured to the point of death, Ivi takes control. With the aide of a mysterious advisor, Ivi Not only almost cancel an important ritual, called a Sing, that would ultimately save the king's life, but she dissolves the Kingdom all-important counsel, as well as throwing policies and making absurd declarations. Because of her "laissez-faire" attitude and her squandering the fortune on Aza, her new lady-in-waiting, she soon becomes the most hated Queen in Ayortha.

Aza also must provide the Queen with an Ayorthaian singing voice, which Ivi begrudgingly does not possess. Personally labelling herself as an imposter, Aza finds it difficult to not only avoid the Prince Ijori, but to lie right in front of him as well.

But with ingenuity, courage and cunning like an ogre, Aza learns about her mysterious past, wins the love of Ijori and the adoration of the Kingdom.

That's the book, hows that for a movie?

Sunday, July 5, 2009

The Woes and Sorrows of the North American Housewife

Note from the author: *A Work of Fiction*

So one day way back, circa 1950 or something, when I was "younger", I got a letter from this sweet young housewife. Now I have a problem with names and when I think of this letter, I completely forget it... so we'll just call her Jane. Here's her letter:

Dear Danni,

I have a problem with my husband. Now I know what you're thinking, but it's not what you think it is. My husband Howard treats me like a house servant. When we met he treated me like a princess, he took me out to nice dinners, we went to the latest movies (Camille was by far the best movie I ever saw!) and he bought me the nicest dresses I could ever dream of. Now I cook half-burned grocery store food, watch reruns on tv, and the nicest thing he bought me was a new mop. I cook, I clean, and I take care of our six kids. What can I do?

Signed, Looking-Un-Comfortable-Yet

I duely replied...

LUCY,

You're problem is very relatable for a lot of wives out there. He suffering from a sever case of what is called, marriage. Frank Sinatra said it best when he said "love and marraige go together like a horse and carriage." It's a convinience, my dear. Some men start off being Prince Charming, but then they just end up being toads... and the scary thing is you don't want to kiss them again... EVER. As for who is to blame, it certainly isn't his, nor yours for that matter. The fault is to the person who instigated the idea of marriage... I would say it was the priest or pastor who married you, but I don't dare deal in political or religious scandals. No, I blame the parents personally. They should be held responsible for your misery. They should have taught him how to better behave in a marital situation. I mean why treat you like Cinderella out of the ball, when he should be treating you like Cinderella at the ball. Now for the solution. My dear, you can jump-start his cold pulse by rekindleing the romance. Go to a clothing store. Nothing to fancy, maybe Macy's and by some sexy lingerie... and maybe a crop whip. The rest you can figure out on your own, but just remember to teach him who his "Mama" is.

Best of Luck,
Danni.

****

Okay, obviously not the best advice I'm given, but do I look like Ask Agnes? Not at all. Well, a few months later, I recieved a letter from LUCY again. She said she thanked me very much for the advice, and that it worked like a charm. Her and her husband and children have moved out of Howard's parents house and into a nicely sized apartments. Her children are in a good school instead of being home-schooled. And LUCY's staying at home has even gotten her the job of being a dominatrix. Boy that little crop whip sure gest around. But moral of the story is, don't give advice unless you know what you're talking about. I'm not married, nor do I have children, so who am I to give advice to a poor 1950's wife.

And as a side note, if you think Camille is a good movie (not that I've seen it or anything) then you MUST be really really really old!

Until next we meet, my readers.

Monday, June 8, 2009

The Trouble with Men

The trouble with men is they don't know how to communicate how they feel. We may fall in love with them at first sight, hate their guts one minute until they do something nice another, or even just be a best friend but not matter what, depending on the guy, most men will not admit to their true feelings. They're like people with clam shells. Do anything "scary" and they shut right up.

This is especially so with gay men. All they want is sex and they will stop at nothing to get it. Although in my case, I'm surrounded by straight men and would love to do them! Although their girlfriends would have something to say and I would lose more friends that way. It's complicated. Although most straight men are okay with gay men, men do know what other men want. Which is sex. So I can understand, from a homophobic standpoint how a straight man would want to avoid a gay man. Then again if men helped each other out I think that would be a step closer to world peace.

There are three words that I have used and have heard that have been used that can scare off a man. Guaranteed.

Love: Saying I love you is one of the most scary things a man can hear. Especially after sex. I myself am now developing the ability to separate sex and love, which is a shame because they should be related. I mean if the majority of straight couples can get it right, I'm sure it's not brain surgery for the rest of us. There's a difference between jerking off and love and a man doesn't want to be loved just for jerking off, let me tell you that. I sure don't. I don't need someone saying "Oh I love you!" after just a quick session... look if I really loved you, I'd make it super special and memorable, we wouldn't be hear in a dark alley honey!

Relationship: Not so much a scary word but most single men do try to avoid this. I mean they're free free free until whoops they're in this complicated thing with another human being. Relationships do relate to resposiblity; they'll have to clean up after themselves and *gasp* take out the grabage! I can relate! I mean I absolutely care about appearances now but there was a time where I didn't do my laundry for two weeks, tops! Think men preferr friendships rather than relationships... relationships have things like obedience, engagement, shopping, and romance, where friendships have strippers, beer, laughing. Sounds like more fun if you're into that.

Commitment: This isn't so much a scary word as it is a trainable quality. Men can commit to something like snow can commit to sunlight. It's gonna be a little difficult. I mean the sun can tell the snow "I wanna see you," and it will stay, but then the snow gets hard and crunchy which sucks to make snowmen. And if you can't make snowmen, how in the hell are your hillbilly neighbours going to blow it up with the rest of their dynomite, tape it, and then send it to America's funniest home videos? Impossible! Okay so my own family won't have a fun holiday, but it's all the sun's fault. Okay, enough metaphors. What I'm trying to get at is most men who aren't looking for a good solid relationship are gonna avoid commitment.

These things aren't all bad things. It's what makes them appealing, attracting and charming. Boys, be proud that you are what you are. Not all of you are like this messed up son of a bitch... I mean if you have any kind of irrational fear of love, relationship and commitment, I'm not doctor, but i reccomend some professional help. But we (everyone who likes boys anyway) like that and we want them more. A fact of basic human nature; what we can't get, we want desperately. Like flies on a dead animal; we only have so long till it spoils, dig in!

I naturally fall for this type of messed up kind of person. Unfortunately this boyfriend with his
excess baggage should be put on the next train to ex-boyfriend ville!

After all this has been said though, there are two guys who I have had the pleasure to meet in my lifetime. Brothers they are, but they are the best friends in the world and both are happy in their current relationships. Let me just say that they are both equally good looking but both are tragically, terminally straight... story of my fucking life!

One of them I've recently hung out with, he's the younger one. He's a sweetheart, an angel and I just love him to death. Laughs at anything I say, that's supposed to be funny anyway, and is completely adorable. He's told me about one old flame, in which he was forced into a lot of things. In fact his appearance has beared the brunt of it, I'm sure. But even after all that, he proposed. P-R-O-P-O-S-E-D! That's huge! I'm proud of him for the fact that he had the guts to do that! 20 years old, you know what you want, so you propose! WOW! Great! And what does she do? Says no and leaves him. What. The. Fuck? He's now happily in a new relationship (hasn't proposed yet) but both are my dear, dear friends and I hope they last a long time.

The other is the older brother and I haven't hung out with him in ages... okay almost a year, but I think I can facebook stalk him, and probably text him or email him. I'm above that but I'm not beneath that either. He's never told me about his past relationship but a what I think is a huge thing that he said was... if he were gay, he would totally go out with me. It was nice but a little torturing at the same time, so I said "why aren't you?" He's also a sweetie and I'm glad to have him in my life, even if he isn't my life partner, knowing that he would like to gives me a little hope.

On that note, I hope for a lot of things. I hope for equality of people. I hope for no more wars. I hope to be a huge sucess. I hope for marriage. I hope for a big FABULOUS wedding gown. I hope for happiness. I hope for a future as bright and as sunny as today is goingto be. With blue skies, love, laughter... a little more sequins. I hope for brotherhood, sisterhood, cousinhood, parenthood, childhood, neighbourhood, ganghood, hoodhood, and hoodies to never die out as time goes by. I hope they all last through a big wash and rinse cycle I like to call "life" and never fade.

Until next time.