Another Change
Hello to all of my readers this week! Just a note about last week, I began my new position at the hotel here in my new hometown! So things here are moving at quite a busy rate! Aside from all the renovations we have new neighbors here, and everyone is settling in. I work at a great place and I am getting used to the way things are run, which is a bit different than what I am used to, but not too far off the mark.
Does everyone have issues with their place of work? I know most people do but I went to work the other day and was subject to the complete soap opera that is my new workplace. I had employees that I was supposed to be learning from speaking negatively about management and also even some of the guests!
I heard nothing but gossip and rumors from these people. Thankfully, these people also at the same time gave a notice and will only be there for a short time. I just cannot believe that this kind of behavior is coming from people working in the hospitality industry. They were talking about sex and subjects that got me to feel as though I was still in high school, overhearing a couple of fifteen year olds talking during a study period.
Does anyone else have this happen to them when they go to work? Shouldn’t those topics be better left to times when these people are NOT on the clock? There were even personal calls made to other employees in order to gossip about inter office disputes that they had no business knowing about! I spent about four hours in shock over how these people treated their place of employment with disgust, contempt, and even plain disdain. Why work for a company that you don’t like? Why vocalize this in the lobby of the very place you work? What I do know is that if I were to be in a position of power I would have dismissed all of them at once. I don’t believe they should continue to earn money while they are consistently bad mouthing everything from the building, down to the employees who work there because they like what they do.
I chose to apply to work for this new place because it is where I want to work, it’s where I like to be, and while I may not agree with all of the policies they may have, I have to accept it because I want to be employed where I applied. If I were to be as disgusted as these particular employees seem to be, I would have already left! I have ideas about how things should be run or at least could be, and I will bring those ideas to the people I am required to answer to, and either they will be accepted or not. That to me is how changes are made, by communication with those you work with. Change will not happen by sitting on a lobby couch simply bitching about what the supervisors are doing. I am used to working in a professional environment where discussions stay away from words like, SLUT, WHORE, ASSHOLE, and other words of the four letter nature.
To begin my employment at a facility that is almost a hundred times more expensive, where the employees act like I have witnessed is just appalling to me. Does anyone else have these issues when they work?
Other than all of that my new roommate and I are doing fine aside from some little bumps in the road. I am now working five days a week as well as part time on my days off, and my roommate simply works five days a week and has his weekends off. Our Schedules are so opposing that actually we barely see one another, part of which is good, and part of which is bad. For example, I was at my job the other day when my roommate called me to ask where his pipe was. Now, I don’t mind helping out my buddy when he can’t find something, but I’d rather not have to hear about him having a party when I am not home, not to mention that when I finally do get home, nothing is going on and there is no one to talk to or even just relax with. I am mostly left to my own devices, and sometimes that can really suck. I tend to just spend time in my room with my animals and then go right back to work the next day. My goal for this summer is to save up the money to get myself a new car, and I think it might all just work out. However it might be awful frustrating until that time. I would like to be able to have a social life as well as a working life. However I don’t think that it will happen just yet. So I have got a great summer ahead of me that will be very busy, and a lot of fun. I just hope I don’t get sucked into the nastiness that I have witnessed lately. I don’t want to be bitter. I also hope that I wind up with some time free so that I can actually have a bit of fun. Because it is no fun to have all work, and no play. That makes Matthew a dull boy…HAHA! You all have a wonderful week and thank you for all your patience with me while I finish settling into my new environment! Bless you all!
Don’t worry about me, I’m a drag queen, what do I know?
Matthew doesn't talk about such things at work, but it's all he talks about at home.
Diary Of A Vermont Drag Queen Archives
So my article will be short this week, but I am cooking up ideas for later on in the summer to keep you all interested! This week I just want to tell you about the awful time I had just this past weekend. Because I am just starting back at my job, the money is really tight, and because of this, I really didn’t have much if any real money in order to even feed myself this past weekend, let alone enough to pay for the gas (the price of which continues to soar) in order to get back home once my work week is finished. All in all the work itself was easy, the emotional stress and poor diet, (I lived off of the vending machines) caused quite a few new stress lines! I did get through it and this weekend should be a little, if not a lot better than the last.
I have to say that after living so long on my own, it is wonderful to have someone to talk to and vent after a particularly stressful or eventful day. Though neither of us is in a relationship currently, it will be nice in the future to bounce ideas off one another. Not to mention get a third party perspective on any given situation.
When things got intimate however, he became a kind of animal. I am not talking about a man who just wanted sex. He had needs that I’m not sure I could fill. I suppose the upsetting thing about this, is that I would be called frequently, and at odd times with requests for sexual acts. All of which would make my blush in such a fashion that my guests at the hotel I worked at would comment, or at least take note of. 
missing and there was a note from the Easter Bunny, telling my brothers and I that this year he had hid the bunnies somewhere in the house and we had to find them! I found two out of three bunnies that year. One I found hidden underneath a cushion on the couch, the other was slyly on the bookshelf masquerading as a novel. I can’t for the life of me remember where the third Bunny was or who found it. I wonder if one of my two brothers knows where it had been… I also have a vivid memory of going through my Easter basket while my mother was fixing dinner in the kitchen, it was dark out and we were preparing to go to the “Sunrise service” for our local church, she was running a bit late I think, and our cat, “Ebony” was also in the kitchen looking to be fed. This particular cat, (I remember her fondly.) had the habit of weaving in and out of your feet whenever she wanted attention. On this particular day she managed to trip my poor mother up a couple of times so she got frustrated and did what she called “Kicking the Cat” this wasn’t as awful as it sounds, but she would get her foot under the cat and then: WHOOSH!, Slide her foot in such a way that the cat would slide across the linoleum floor and into the waxed floor of the den. Still on all fours, the cat would retreat to a position in the den until she felt she could return to harassing my mother and her savvy feet. It was always a sight to see the poor creature slide a good ten to twelve feet across the house. And even now it gives me a chuckle recalling that particular morning.
were sad, shocking, and altered the way we as a country perceive the rest of the world. Many lives were lost in both events. It is, for me, just heart wrenching to know that these stories aren’t made up by some story-teller. That the horrific events actually happened, to people like me, my neighbors, and family.
I once spent an entire summer just going out-of doors daily and walking in the woods with my dog and my friend JaWa, I have to say that those outdoor excursions brought me closer to “God” than I have ever been the sounds of nature and the smells of the forest always bring me to a place in my soul that is calm and serene. I hope that I can soon encounter those feelings again this summer. It has been entirely too long for both me and my dog.
I also spend time with my friends, and when we get together, I try to keep the television off, and get them to all come together to play a game. Why just last night I had great fun playing “Sorry” and then a rousing game of “Twister” I am sad to report that I lost both games miserably, but I had more fun losing a game, then I would have if we had all just sat about like couch potatoes watching television. Which seems to happen more and more when I am visiting my friends, which kind of makes me wonder if we should call it “Watching” instead of “Visiting”? I have seen potentially great gatherings turn into dull and boorish TV watching experiences. I could do the same thing at home without having to drive. The point of my going to see these people is to talk to them and see how they are doing, not stare at the television.
I suppose we never will know simply because we all have our own ideas about what is correct and what is not. Though there are a few things that I personally believe are WRONG, among them are stealing, adultery, and lying… There are others but that’s just the three big ones. I am not without fault because I have broken my own rules. But I still see it as wrong, and emotionally batter myself whenever I catch myself doing something I find morally wrong. It really can sometimes amaze me when people do these things without having any feelings of guilt at all. I have a drag queen friend who used to be a complete kleptomaniac. He would steal shoes, jewelry, and even dresses! He has since reformed, however his lack of guilt for those occurrences to this day makes me wonder what kind of conscience allows for such behavior? I know that I once stole a bracelet by accident. I had been trying it on, and was suddenly dragged out of the store by my friend in such a rush I completely forgot that I had it on. I felt extremely bad about it, but could not get my friend to turn the car around so that I could bring it back. So I gave the bracelet away. I didn’t want a reminder of that accident staring me in the face on a regular basis.
Lying happens to be the rule I break most often, most often to spare someone negative feelings, like “No really you look great!” But on occasion I do tell larger fibs, and you know what? Every time I tell one of the larger ones, I never get away with it. Proof that it will always unravel upon you. I don’t believe any of these rules should be broken either. It never bodes well to enable someone to cheat upon a spouse, to lie without reserve, or to steal anything that you do not have the cash to pay for. I have still as I said, been guilty, but it won’t stop me from pushing myself to become a better person. So I learn from my mistakes and continue to move on. I wonder, how many people can say that about themselves. I wonder even more, about the people who say they have high moral fiber, and yet dabble consistently in such affairs, without looking at themselves and saying “Gee, I continue to repeat doing these things, and have not yet made any attempt to better myself.”
Cash, it seems to me; is the bane of my existence. People spend all the time in the world at work to earn it, and yet what they get is never enough, unless they happen to be one of the few who simply inherit large amounts of it, or do something ridiculously easy to achieve mass amounts that no sane person would really know what to do with… Like say the heiress, Paris Hilton, here is a chick with OODLES of money, and she did nothing to really earn it, aside to being born into a wealthy family. She tried her hand at singing, which I suppose would be commendable, but you know, there are enormous amounts of people who could do the same thing if they had the kind of cash to pay for the studio time, the band members, and the mixing that it took to actually make the album what it is. I think I might respect her music a bit more if I knew that she’d been a broke homeless chick with nothing but her guitar, like Tracy Chapman. She used to sing on the street and collect cash from passer-bys until she was discovered by a chap who then helped her to make “Fast Car” a song that is really quite well known.
What would happen if annually, you had to give money to your boss for the privilege to work for him? Isn’t that the way things look like they are going? I just think that it sucks. Every week I bust my ass so that someone else can get rich. I know that if I were to stop doing so, they would still be rich, and I wouldn’t have an income at all. So how do I make the kind of money that it takes to live in a comfortable small home, with a decent, yet reliable car, with food in the fridge, and a little extra cash to do with what I please? Why does it seem like every single fucking time I manage to get a raise, the cost of everything goes up? So I continue to spin my wheels and get nowhere. I hear “Go to college, go back to school…..” Yeah, well where does that put me? AHHHHH yes, in debt! So not only would I have gone to school, but I would have a piece of paper that says I am all knowledgeable, and I would still wind up at the bottom of the ladder because in this day in age a college degree means you know what you’re talking about, but you have absolutely no experience to back it up.
Why is it that the less I work, the more I get back in taxes, and then the more I work, the more they take? Shouldn’t we be rewarded for working hard and doing what is necessary to keep the economy afloat? Shouldn’t the single people out there be rewarded for picking up the slack from all the parents out there who call in to work all the time? Why do we all work ourselves to the bone just to help some asshole sitting in a chair wage war on the rest of the world? We pay for social security, but I won’t see that money ever. By the time I get old enough to collect it, there won’t even be enough money to buy a tank of fuel for my car. Retirement fund? Who in hell makes enough money to pay for all the insurances that one seems to need in life, rent, taxes , food, electricity, water, in some cases, car repairs, clothes, and medical bills? Where should this money come from, when you work 40 hours a week for a few hundred dollars every month? How can I spend 400 bucks on a prescription to cure an ear infection, 500 bucks on rent, another 100 bucks on my electricity, 70 on a phone bill, 60 on fuel for my car, and 50 on food when I earn maybe 800 dollars a month before they take 100 dollars out for taxes on the money that should be mine? So the rich people continue to get more rich, while the rest of us work to support them, and barely get by. So much for the land of opportunity… It seems to me that the only way you have an opportunity in this world, is if you have a few million bucks to blow. I have my plans for the future, there are things I want to do for me. One of which is to write a book. I plan on doing just that. But I know that someone somewhere out there will find a way to make it so that I have to pay them for material I made. Because nothing in this world is your own folks. I may seem to own what I have, but I don’t. It can all go away at the wave of a pen. The bank could seize it, the collections people could take it, or I could be taxed to death.
The next morning I hopped into my car yet again and made the trek to my twin brother’s house to give him a gift I had collected for him. Up here on the mountain they have been doing a “Jack Daniels” promotion. It happens to be my brother’s favorite liquor, as well as my own. So when I told the representatives, they gave my brother a nice collection of promotional material. Stick-on patches, shirts, bandannas, and key chains. So I boxed it all up and personally bought him a pint of the stuff to go with it. So my brother was totally “Jacked Up” for his birthday. The manager here at the hotel gave me a “Jack Daniels” Hoodie sweater that he didn’t want or need. So even I got a little something! I spent the afternoon just keeping my nieces and nephews company and once my brother got out of work, we all had pizza and a shot or two of JD to commemorate the event. After about 11pm I had packed up the car once again and made the two hour drive back to my small abode, where I was instantly smothered in animal fur as my pets all wanted my attention.
Had he actually been there, I think he would have been on my end of things. But then that’s the trouble with the police, isn’t it? Once they arrive, everything is now a matter of what they think, regardless of what may have actually happened. The other was when my friend Nick and I were driving to a mutual friends funeral, when we come around a corner and find a vehicle in our lane, heading directly for a small stand of trees to our right hand side. I can only think that the man in the car had fallen asleep. So given the speed that we were traveling at, and the path that this other car was taking, I had to swerve into the left hand lane and go around him. Well that fool woke up just as I was almost around him, and he jerked his car into the lane I was occupying crushing my back bumper and sending Nick and I skidding onto a ditch. Once the car had come to a stop, there was a body check to be sure neither one of us was hurt, then we checked on the other driver. I still never heard his end of the story, but what I do know is that he was at fault, and I made money off of the incident thanks to good insurance, and my almighty brother, the car genius. We never did make it to that funeral…
Thankfully I got everything done and was back in town soon enough to actually make it to work on time! Though it was close… I spent a good couple hours in the car with my sister-in-law, my two nephews, ages 6 and 10, and two nieces, ages 2 months and 13 years. It was fun, but noisy! I recommend you never feed those kids any McDonalds until you have the rope to tie them down with! What a mistake that was! My sister and I vowed never to do that again. One or two kids was ok, but FOUR was all together outrageous, not that my baby niece had anything! The day was fun and headache inducing at the same time. After a whirlwind trip we were back at the house calming the storm that was my two arguing nephews. I have to say that I am glad I am not yet a parent! What I can say was that when I awoke the next morning, all that sugar had worn off and my favorite young
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My folks also gave me a gift for my birthday early as well, which was just a sweet and wonderful thing for them to do. I think part of it is for necessity, and part of it is because I have been going through a bit of a hard time with those I care about outside my familial circle. I am grateful to have such a wonderful support ring to remind me of what I have gained over the past year, as well as the true value of what was lost. They help me regain my perspective, and while they tell the truth to me whether it’s good or bad, they are always quick to point out that nothing is set in stone, and some changes can be for the better, and how sometimes you have to be the bad guy because sometimes people just refuse to listen. They remind me to let the past remain in the past, all while not forgetting the choices that brought me to the point where I am. That’s why families are so important to have, whether it is a family you were raised with, or just the people you hold dear!
Ok then, that’s done, let me see, what to talk about… How about we chat a bit about neighbors, the good, the bad, and the frighteningly ugly! I have bounced about Vermont for just about I’d say 15 or so years and I have lived among many weird people and also some very scary very NORMAL people. I recall living once with a wonderfully accommodating yet DEVOUT elderly catholic woman, who would wake every morning at 4am to have her morning prayers with the nuns on ETWN, at least I think that’s the religion channel.
Funny enough there was a crazy couple that lived in the apartment below Buster, who were the epitome of crazy! I recall one evening the two of them got intoxicated and were yelling at one another when the woman decided to hide out in my home! She ran upstairs and into my living room and locked the door behind her! Her husband came up and pounded on the door until the blue lights were seen on the street. That marks the first time I have ever had to deal with a policeman in my home. He managed to get the squatting crazy lady out of my home and peace was restored soon… Goodness; sometimes those memories seem like yesterday, and other times it seems like a lifetime ago.
work and left with it still on the screen! So my co-worker, quite by accident, forgot to save it. I lost all the material with no time to compose my article again in order for it to be posted after the “Super Bowl”. Just insanity I tell you! I worked during that time and failed to see the commercials or the game itself. Which I heard was quite exciting. The last time I saw the “Super Bowl” was also, funny enough, the same night I saw Janet Jackson’s boobie. Wasn’t there a whole lot of attention drawn to this small infraction? It was shown at about eight thirty or so if I recall correctly. If I’m not mistaken that was about the same time in the evening that we used to be treated to a myriad of “Butt Shots” on shows like NYPD Blue, or even a racy episode of “Law and Order”. I suppose my question at this point is: “What in hell goes on in the minds of the ratings people?” It seems to me that there is a HUGE enormous problem with the ratings for some videos, movies, and television programs. For example let’s just take the video “Alien vs. Predator” and one of my personal favorites: “It’s My Party”, and compare the films and the ratings they were given.
our infected young man begins to deteriorate. Instead of pushing throughout the painful progression of his disease, he decides to throw a party with everyone he knows present. He wants no wake or funeral; but the opportunity to say goodbye to his loved ones and family. The Drama unfolds from there, and the movie has an absolutely incredible cast: Eric Roberts, Olivia Newton- John, Bronson Pinchot (remember “Perfect Strangers?”), Roddy McDowell, Marlee Matlin, And Margaret Cho. Among many others. There are a few drag queens and a scene where a naked male jumps into a pool in the background during a party scene, probably a few swear words, and a few scenes which might trouble those sensitive to the subject of AIDS related death. The story is sensitive and touching, and does not make the gay lifestyle a novelty for comedic purposes. This video is a recommendation for all. It is rated “R” for thematic elements and sexuality.
which are graphic and gross. The plot, while thin, is a perfect vehicle to bring these well loved monsters together for a showdown that even I was cheering for. This gruesome and nightmare invoking film is rated “PG-13” for gore, violence, and language, adult situations and scary images/horror.
we begin thinking that it is ok to show our youngsters how to make a pipe bomb in order to defend against a giant bug, and yet attempt to shelter them from any growing feelings of attraction they may have for someone of the same sex, retarding the social growth of some young boys and girls destined to grow up gay? It seems to me that any diversity in character development on film is restricted to the adult audience over 18 years of age. A shame really. I recall growing up watching shows that had characters expressing feelings grief, love, hate, and joy. Whereas today it seems many people feel sexual attraction, violence, and never really take much time to develop any other real human characteristics. I think that when I become a parent I will be screening everything my kids want to see. And I think I will most likely allow them to see many films not recommended for them by the film ratings administration. While depriving them from some films that society deems acceptable… While it may be time consuming to screen all of the material that will enter my kids’ brain, I think it is every parent’s duty to ensure a well rounded child. If the parent does not consider the future of the child, and allows them to hate, be prejudiced, or a bigot, than it is the fault of the parent. Not the child. Though later in life, the child will be responsible for his/her own actions. (Another lesson many parents seem to fail at.)
were having quite a heated discussion about something and you know at this point I can’t even remember what we were fighting about. But we started to raise our voices and yelling at one another. Neither one of us really wanted to back down and compromise on anything… 
after all, what sets me apart from a lot of people that I have come to observe, is my ability to accept those faults within myself and move on, all the while trying to be a better person. 
rectified. If the situation is unsalvageable, then I’d rather let bygones be bygones and understand that while I may have lost that particular person, I might be better off without them anyway. I am a great believer that things happen for a reason, and that things will be as they should. 
acquire a piece of machinery that would barely fit into my closet like apartment. The past few weekends have been extremely busy, with barely any time to catch “Dear Abby” or even read my own e-mail. So at times like this, it is extremely difficult to write my article, transpose it from writing to the computer, edit, and send it to the editors here at FTTW.
A friend of mine, just recently received a computer to borrow, due to the fact that the owner really had no use for it at this time. To my knowledge, they have spent the past three to four weeks, downloading music and more to this piece of machinery. We are talking about games, music, writings and more. It makes me wonder what would happen if the computer were to crash or get damaged, once they have finished. I imagine they would get distraught. Not to mention mad. And all of that information and whatnot would be lost. All the time they took to do all of that would have been wasted within minutes. I am not sure I could handle that. Or at least I don’t think I could handle it well. Remember that movie “The Net”? If you don’t, it stars Sandra Bullock as a woman who finds a conspiracy involving the internet and viruses. The villains do everything imaginable to her character. They steal her identity, and manipulate the computers to make impossible hurdles for her to jump over in order to stay alive. They even manage to mess with the computers at the hospital! The premise for this movie always makes me shudder. Everything we have is on a computer somewhere, from your medical history; to the CD you bought last week. How easily it can be tampered with boggles my mind. This is why I am very reluctant to have a computer in my home. Between the programs you use for day to day management and the software that needs to be updated all the time to prevent such tampering seems both time consuming and also quite expensive. So I am blissfully unaware of the convenience of having a computer at home.
in from an antenna placed on the roof of our home. We paid for the antenna, but we never paid monthly fees in order to catch an episode of "Sesame Street", or even that old eighties program: “Kids Incorporated”. The jingle from which I can’t seem to get out of my head, though the last time I heard it I must have been about seven. So as of right now my television programs are either found by using an antenna upon my TV, or on my shelf in a DVD format. I would much rather crack open a book I paid twenty bucks for, then pay thirty dollars a month for cable access that I would find myself surfing through endlessly, while complaining that nothing good was on. Personally, I think I would spend more time reading every month, and then finding programs worth watching on the cable TV. How more “On Demand” can I get, then wanting to watch an episode of Buffy, and just putting into the player, and pressing “play episode”?
Bandit, (my dog) is my pride and joy. I was about 22 or 23 when he came into my life and I think he is the greatest pet I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. All pet owners are proud and happy with the animals they care for so I admit to being biased. How he came into my life is a story I love to share, so if you have heard this story, shut up and let others hear it for the first time.
If one could find my Christmas lists from the years in which I ranged from about seven or eight to about fourteen, one would see that each one of them had a dog or a puppy written down somewhere on them, sometimes even highlighted as the thing I wanted most. Now here I am in my early twenties, at last with the space and the finances to own a pet that I had wanted for years. The hunt began the next day; I went scouring the paper for just the right kind of animal for me. What I had in mind was a multi-colored mutt of some sort. But at around February there were no “Free Puppies” signs anywhere, and the paper had some puppies available, but the owners wanted six to seven hundred dollars for these “registered” dogs. Personally, I think it is an insult to ask so much for an animal. Secondly, I am not about to pay that much for a purebred dog, when purebred animals tend to have more problems than your average mutt, Including cancer, hip displacements, diabetes, and any other number of hereditary issues. Because a mutt is one or more breeds mixed together, they tend to get stronger resistances to a lot of hereditary issues. ANYWAY, one afternoon I get a call from my Sister-In –Law. She and my niece were, (at the time) working as volunteers for the Randolph Animal Hospital and Shelter. She told me that there was a little black and white puppy and an older dog at the shelter that both needed a good home. I agreed to meet her there the following day to take a look at the puppy, but I told her I wasn’t really interested in something I could not train myself.
Johnny Quest and his dog “Bandit” So I looked at him and I said: “If you were mine I’d call you Bandit.” (This is the one thing you are NOT supposed to do when looking for an animal. Name it before you’ve decided to receive it.) The Vet told us on our way out that if someone did not adopt the dog within a few weeks that the dog would probably be put down. That made all of us sad, and as I drove home with JaWa, we stopped at the local McDonalds for some fast food to comfort ourselves. JaWa said that the dog seemed fine and still young enough to train. I was in a lot of confusion over it. I knew that if I didn’t take him, he might die a sad and lonely death, but if I did take him, we might not get along I might get hurt and he’d be put down anyway. We still hadn’t decided anything by the time we got to the counter at the restaurant, so when they asked us if we wanted to purchase a paper heart for Valentines Day to support heart disease I did so and wrote on it: “For Bandit- May you find the home you deserve. Love JaWa and Matthew” We ate our dinner, and talked a bit more and then finished the drive home. When we arrived back at the homestead, JaWa had this to say: “Why don’t you adopt him on a trial basis? If you get him and the two of you don’t get along, you can at least get him to a humane society that is a no- kill shelter. If you get bitten, don’t mention what dog it was…” I love that man for thinking of something I never would have considered.
“Yes you can help me I’m here to pick up my dog. I’m about fifteen minutes late, but the roads are crap.” She looked at me for a second and then explained that the electricity had gone out, and then asked which dog was mine. “The stray on the end” I replied. “He should have had all his shots either today or yesterday.” The young woman then let me inside and led me through the darkened office, she told me that she couldn’t see to find the paperwork, but that they would call me sometime tomorrow about it. I was then once again in the hallway of kennels and she asked if I wanted her to get him or if I would like to do it myself. I had my leash with me so I said I would take care of it. “The Door is by the end, just take him out that way, and give a call in the morning.” I thanked her and then made my way alone to the end kennel where Bandit sat. We sat a moment looking at each other through the wire kennel walls when I said: “I’m bustin’ you out of here!” I opened the door and he practically leapt into my arms! I struggled with the excited dog for a second while I fastened his leash to the collar he was wearing at the time, and then I opened the door. He bounced around in the falling snow in such a way that one is reminded of a small deer. After a few minutes of jumping about we finally got him into the car for the long trek home. During which the poor thing threw up three times. By the next afternoon there was no way anyone could separate the two of us. EVER. So that’s pretty much his first story; and one of my favorites. It truly is nice to finally have something that appreciates me, without any expectations other than wanting to be fed and pet often. He was, and is, the dog I havealways wanted and the companion I have relied on all these years since he came into my life. Thank you for listening to me tell his adoption story and I hope to hear some from my readers about their little companions! 
This holiday season was a joy for me and my family, despite the low budget that everyone had. I came away with a new backpack made entirely of leather. My brother had quite a giggle when he gave me an “American Idol” bathroom radio, shaped like a microphone so I can sing in the shower! I was also the happy recipient of a new bed set, and the second edition of “Voltron”. More importantly, I got to spend some time with my nephews and my niece. We even had some playtime at the local playground. My guy and I teeter tottered, used the swing-sets and ran amok with them for a couple hours. In the evening I spent quality time with my twin brother and his wife. 
Speaking of “Buffy”, I miss that show dearly; I also miss “Charmed” quite a bit. I find that those shows, and a lot of the ones that aired on the WB, were involved and fun to watch. More so than the shows on some of the neighboring stations. I can’t tell you how sick I was of TNT for cramming it’s programming with episodes of “Law & Order”. (Though there are episodes of “Charmed” that would air in between time slots.) At this point, I chose not to have any cable programming, or any stations other than what I can receive by placing a set of “bunny ears” on the top of my television. (I can get CBS, and PBS.) Any other items I’d like to see are either purchased, or rented DVD’s and videos. (I have the habit of collecting seasons of my favorite programs. This includes my entire 7 seasons of “Buffy”, my five seasons of “Smallville”, and six seasons of “Charmed”.) I enjoy a collection of horror flicks, and I have no idea how many “super hero” movies I have collected so far. I even have a copy of the lost pilot for the TV show based on my favorite comic book of all time, “Power Pack”.
She then handed my older brother Josh a “G.I. Joe” comic, and my twin brother Nate a “Casper and Friends” comic. “You’ll have to share” She said, and turned herself around. I sat there between my brothers; upset and bored, waiting as patiently as any young man can for one of my brothers to finish what they were reading. Now as far as I know, out of the three of us, I was the one to really take a shine to reading, and excelled at it to the point where my teachers had to verify that I had actually read the books I did reports on, because they were so far advanced from my classmates reading levels. Vacation time is the worst time; however, to complain. I know the horrors of being punished for bad behavior during vacation, and there is little worse for a young fairy like myself who has a love of water, than to be secluded to the beach watching others play in the surf. Back to my story… 
My nephew has 
mostly CGI. But the initial trailers and some links can be found at the “Internet Movie Database”, one of my all time favorite sites for anything up and coming in the movie and video world.
Must we all make others miserable for no reason? I work in a very stressful environment, with upset guests unhappy because we don’t carry any jacuzzi tubs in any of the rooms, or if there isn’t any snow on the mountain. (My imaginary response to the latter is “I’m sorry, I left my wand and wings in my other pants, but as soon as I get home I’ll do a snow dance for you.”) You really can’t say that sort of thing in my field of work, but there are days… Anyway, smiling and being the pleasant person, is kind of my job. It falls under the whole performance aspect of my personality, because no matter how upset I am with the world, when I come into work, I smile and act as though everything is right as rain and perfectly marvelous! I know that for some people this is really a chore. However I suppose I am glad that I’m not swamped with fake happiness during the season, I feel that there should be at least a little real happiness during this season. When I’m shopping for my family, I’m trying to find things they will like, which makes me remember fond times, and naturally, I’m smiling as I look about. I know that the lines can get long, and that sometimes the store is out of stock in the things that we might have wanted to purchase, but is that a reason to treat our fellow shoppers as though it is all their fault? Start smiling people. No matter what anyone says, it IS contagious and sooner or later, someone will smile back. It only has to start with one person.
think I might have cried. But the impact was there. I remember that was the same time I got FOB. Fob is a creature from the land of “Teddy Ruxbin” that kind of creepy talking bear with the cassettes. Fob was an orange and brown oddity with a round head with antennae, a beak and a squat body with flippers and a tail. (Can we find a picture of this thing???) It worked as a sock puppet, with a sock style sleeve that served as the neck, enabling it to look elongated or squat, kind of like the neck on some E.T. figures. I was surprised and happy to get it and that year I also received one of those “SNO- tubes”. Another great invention! Anyway I recall that particular year I was playing at being “Santa” and placed all my gifts into the sno-tube and was trying to drag everything up into my room, when everything fell down the stairs and landed in a heap on the floor. I recall running down and though nothing seemed wrong, I had broken the mechanism that worked my poor new friend’s mouth. Fob would always speak in a whisper from that day forward because his mouth would only open about an eighth of its potential. That was a particularly rough year for our budding fairy. But I still have Fob, and I recall that Christmas every time I hold him.
“Voltron” cartoon show. I also received a Pogo stick from Santa that year. Boy did I ever suck at using it, but I can tell you now, I learned! I recall one year eating enough of that flavored popcorn to make myself quite ill.
Now, as an adult I look forward to other things during the season. In my adult years, I have taken to collecting wooden nutcrackers, which are on display year round at my house. Every year I look forward to receiving at least one new nutcracker for my collection. Tragically due to a flood a couple years ago, my collection was ruined and I had to start from scratch. However once my friends and family heard that I was upset about loosing them, I was assaulted by nutcrackers from all sides. Last year I received a large glitter covered one, and four small ones from my family, and from Ms. J.W. Carbonell herself, I received a very rare “Wizard of Oz” Tin Woodsman nutcracker. I don’t have a clue if it was a limited edition or if it was even endorsed by MGM or the people who own the rights to the characters. But it is one of my favorites and I will take care not to let anything unfortunate happen to it. This past year also marks the first time I was ever given diamonds. My friend Nick, of whom I have spoken of in subsequent articles, bought me a stainless steel, gold, and diamond bracelet. It contains seven small diamonds in a neat row. It is simple, and tasteful, and I have worn it every day since I received it. I have never actually had anyone get me something with diamonds in it, and Nick said that after ten years I deserved them. I don’t know if he’s right, but the sentiment touched my heart and I will never forget that morning either. So as a closing, I would like to give a heartfelt thank you to my readers for bothering to go so far as to read my dribble, and a thanks to my friends for their unfailing generosity, and most important of all, to my folks for giving me one of the greatest gifts ever, the love of reading! 
It usually begins as always with the date. Once that is set in stone, the cogs begin working on what the evening will entail, whether it is a raffle, silent auction, or just a spectacle. For example, when I was asked to do a fund raiser for Shooka Dookas, I began by thinking about what would make some good money. So we decided to have an auction, AND a fifty/fifty raffle. In case you don't know a fifty/fifty raffle is where there are prizes all assorted out there and you can buy one or more of those colored tickets like you get when you go to the fair. Corresponding tickets are placed in a bucket, and near the end of the evening, you draw the tickets, and the last prize, is half of the income from ticket sales. So now that I know what I'd like for the event, I have to try and find people and items to facilitate this. So what I do is go around the city stopping at every available store and asking for donations to my cause. Some store owners are really great and donate a number of things that are expendable, because it's good publicity. Others, sadly enough refuse because I'm not feeding starving African mice with Guatemalan ancestry, But in truth supporting a gay cause. Either way all of the donations are kept secreted away until the final day to resist temptation. The rest of the prizes are purchased at different stores for the pure comical effect. Last years prized included a "Love Truth Or Dare" Card game, and a selection of erotic lubricants and "Massage" oils. (Which, funny enough, my Aunt won!)
what decorations would be good for the performance space available to us. What do I do, you ask? Well I am the Queen of the castle. I have the power to veto anything and everything. I plan out the order in which the performers go onstage, I plan where the props will be, when the raffle and auction will be held, I approve of decorations and I also make suggestions on performance pieces and routine styles. I am the director, choreographer, planner, and event coordinator. It is a lot to put on my plate at times, however it is totally fun!
I also make a point to rehearse with the other performers and allow their input on my own work because as we all know, any feedback is good feedback. Sometimes I like what they say, other times I don't give a hoot, and I'm ultimately going to do what I want. I do make sure that I perform the opening and closing numbers, and do the announcement work during the show. I wind up doing more costume changes than anyone else, while at the same time running about like an obsessive compulsive on crack. I get a great work out and have a great time.
Even with all the preparations it doesn't ever prevent disaster from striking. I remember one show I did, and at the time I was working with basically water balloons for boobs. It was inexpensive, and jiggly, people like that. Don't ask me why. Anyway I was doing a rendition of one of the wonderful songs from Cher's last studio album, when all of a sudden; my right boob popped out of my bra and went rolling down the stage and onto the floor. Now one of the things that makes a performer good, is ignoring the little things and continuing the show, while acting as though nothing is wrong, whether you've lost a shoe, or there is a strap about to break off your bra… Which wasn't the case; my boobs were just a bit slippery from my sweat. So I laughed and dropped the other one. The audience roared with glee right along with me, and I somehow felt vindicated. Even fabulous persons like myself are only human and are prone to accidents. I was in the middle of a costume change during "Moonlight Dancing" when one of the performers finished and I held up my own show because my earring was caught up in my wig… But Jason Wolf helped me out of that little jam. Thankfully, my boob didn't pop out at my show, but plenty else went on that night. All boobies aside. So that's a small taste of what goes on behind the scenes at one of my shows. Perhaps later I'll give you the backstage pass and tell you all about the crazy things that go on back stage before and during a show. I've been performing for a while, and I have lots to tell! Until then, I hope you find happiness in the coming week. Don't worry about me, I'm a Drag Queen, What do I know?
I enjoy the Christmas season, or at least the idea behind it. I mean aside from being a wiccan/pagan type, I do believe that the man “Jesus” walked the earth, and had a lot of revolutionary things to tell us about life, loving, and living. The time of Yule has long been celebrated, and Christmas is yet another festival for the occasion. Sadly it seems more of a commercial holiday lately than ever. It could be that I’m just a grown up and the time of wide eyed wonder is over, and the time of dread and bills is now upon me. Or it could be that I’m right, and the season is loosing its hold on us as a time of warmth and love, instead being a time of buying and obligation. I look forward to seeing friends and family this time of the year, but it truly is daunting to have to spend all the cash annually, just prior to the expensive winter months. 
that I don’t stop and donate on the way both in, and out of the store. These people are seldom polite, and in case you didn’t know this, they get paid to do it. I can’t imagine taking money FROM the United Way. 
Don’t hold up your neighbor just because they ordered one in advance. It makes you look even more foolish. I will never understand why we go so crazy over gifts that can wait if there aren’t enough lining the shelves right then. 
So I’ll be decorating a tree this year and breaking out the “RuPaul Christmas Ho Ho Ho” album for the holidays, and getting treats for those people I care for. I’m also going to turn a blind eye to the terrible things that happen around me. Or at least try to not let it bother me. This is my first Christmas season with a boyfriend to spoil, so I’m going to do my best to make him happy. It also looks as though I’ll be getting a new niece for the holiday as well! The family is very excited about the new arrival gestating in my sister in law. We may not have them home for the holidays, but the thought of a new little face in my life makes it worth the time apart! It will be the first girl that my twin brother has fathered biologically, and we’re all a twitter to see how our genetics will look in a female relative. (Given that my brother and I are adopted, it’s really neat to see how bloodlines actually do show through to our/his kids!) The holidays won’t be a waste on me, but I still wonder why we put so much emphasis on what we buy, and not on who we love. But don’t worry about me, I’m a drag queen, what do I know?
So let’s see, I myself was born here in Vermont to a single mother, who sadly enough, couldn’t really afford to take care of me and my twin brother. (Yes folks, I’m a twin, but never to fear, we are fraternal twins; which means that we look almost nothing alike.) So, we were adopted by my folks. So already there is my birth mother, who holds half of our genetics, and then there are my parents… The wonderful people who wanted my brother and I. 
We sometimes take our families and the people we love for granted. It happens when we are just so used to having them around. I have had my share of friends toss my friendship away when I finally stuck up for myself when I was being taken advantage of and under-appreciated. I have caught myself a number of times taking certain people for granted. Even the three people listed here have suffered at one point or another by my occasionally flaky attitude. I have suffered from their in- attentiveness as well to be sure, but what sets us apart from your average fair weather friends, is that we can argue about it, yell, scream, and fight. Then go back to being jovial in a matter of minutes! Thus is the dynamic of family I guess.
Let’s begin with a very common fetish, and work from there. It has been my experience that a few people have a foot fetish, these people think toes are totally erotic, the shape of the ankle, the curve to the heel, all combine to make the foot a wondrous thing to behold to some people. They want to suck kiss and lick a person’s feet and feel sexual arousal from doing so. I recall having my toes sucked for the first time when I was about nineteen years old, and it was I’ll admit a very arousing experience. Now I don’t find the foot to be a particularly erotic part of the body, but I will concede to the erotic feeling one receives when receiving this particular treatment... I also giggled quite a bit, and am ok with returning the pleasure, so long as the foot is washed and in reasonable shape. Aside from the foot, people find all sorts of body parts more arousing than others. 
This practice scares me to no end. The process is rather long and drawn out, more of an operation than a sexual experience. (At least to me.) One person either gets on all fours or gets into a very relaxed lying down position, usually with the legs in the air. This facilitates better angles for entry. Now the “fister” usually, and should wear a latex glove that reaches past the elbow. This gets slathered in generous amounts of lubricant. Most popularly: Crisco. (SHIVER!) The submissive will lie there while his poor anus is slowly stretched and poked, first with a few fingers and then a while later the entire hand, which can then, (Once past the sphincter.) be slowly and carefully inserted up to the forearm or further.
We have touched on this subject a number of times in my article, mostly because it is quite a curiosity to me, and generally is one of the more widely known fetish areas. Personally, I am a bit curious as to what sex with leather accessories would be like, and sooner or later I plan on experiencing it at least once, minus the pain and exaggerated bondage. These people like the feel, smell, and look of leather. They buy harnesses, collars, chaps, thongs, vests, pants, and any manner of leather to feel sexy and erotic. To my mind some go overboard, and wind up looking like that damn fool from the movie “Barb Wire” starring Pamela Anderson, Do you know who I mean? If not, this poor actor got up in a suit that looked more like a scuba diver than a sexy man in chaps. Can we find a picture of that?? Anyone???
My own personal fetishes??? Well I personally have an appreciation for cowboys. (Brokeback Mountain was totally an emotional and visually arousing film for me. My friends call it my “Porn”. It is actually a very moving piece of cinema, if you haven’t seen it, try it, you might be surprised!) I happen to like noses. Its weird and I don’t get sexual kicks from them, but I do happen to notice and appreciate a nicely shaped one! I have a curiosity about leather, and sometime I hope to see what that’s all about. Maybe sometime “The Boyfriend” and I will go shopping for intimate playthings once we’ve gotten a bit closer and open about such things. (Well, I’m an open book. He still has embarrassment issues, I guess.)
For example I was just online not long ago and was conversing with a nice man who was suffering pretty badly from a feeling that he was not attractive or wanted in any way. He was a nice looking man in his thirties, with a lot to offer a person, and while I’m not a single male he had some nice qualities, which I’m sure any number of men would appreciate. But his attitude was a huge turn off. He continued to beat himself up emotionally in a conversational way, saying that he was destined to be single forever, and that no one wanted to love him. 
One, is that there was a study I read about, I think it was one of my folks AARP magazines, or maybe a “Details” Or “GQ” article, that stated that the average person meets their spouse later in life, that people wind up in love in their mid forties as opposed to earlier in life, they said that this was in part due to the longer life span of the human race, and the fact that later in life, people tend to be more stable in life, and that translates into confidence. Do you hear that people? Confidence in one’s self equates an ability to find love! Now I’m not talking about the cocky, “I can do anything” attitude, but the: “Hey I’m me, and I like who I am” attitude. So work on making sure you’re happy with yourself, and love will most likely find you!
A butt plug is a “device” that looks rather like a large mushroom. I suppose it is used similarly to a dildo as it is inserted into an orifice to create pleasure in that area.. Only from the way it seems to be designed, it’s meant to STAY put. I assume a dildo is created to mostly move about. So what is a butt plug meant to accomplish? Is it solely to keep one’s rectum relaxed? Does everyone like to feel loose? And what happens if it goes in a wee bit more than it should and you loose it up there? Can you stand with one of these inside you? I should think it would be pretty painful, and look a lot like you’re putting a traffic cone into a place where no cars would bother to go. Some of these butt plugs have themes to them as well.
Odd, and here I thought love was something beautiful, caring, and about respecting your partner. When it seems parts of the population believe love is an act of voluntary rape and abuse. Hmmmmmm...
Crisco, one of the amazing things about this cooking supply gone wrong, is that while still used, it’s not being used discreetly. I have seen adult movies, where the can of Crisco is in plain view and used liberally. (I am not a fisting fanatic, but I have been subjected to viewing its follower’s porn, which should be avoided.) There are no pretenses in these films about the “Exotic” lubricant they use. Seems a little crazy to me that Crisco hasn’t completely objected to the use of it’s product in these films. But perhaps they like it because it certainly must affect sales; I can’t remember when I’ve ever seen the stuff used for baking ever. So I guess it’s possible that it’s actually silently endorsed by the makers of Crisco. You know, funny story, I once saw one of these films that included a man, a can of Crisco, and a selection of Bocce balls. (Large, relatively heavy balls used for lawn bowling.) Draw your own conclusions. 
Paddles are another thing I barely understand, I mean, its one thing to have a fantasy and be spanked, it’s another to have someone decide that a board covered in and paper would make a pleasing addition to your collection of sexual memorabilia. What happens when your parents come to visit? What happens if you leave the door unlocked and one of your kids accidentally finds your hidden dungeon of pleasure? Would you really bother to tell your mom that you don’t hang potted plants from those hooks, but you do have a great sex swing that fits perfectly? How does one explain away a guest finding the car battery and tit clamps you store under the coffee table? Or maybe having to tell your sister that you do half of your baking in the bedroom, which is why there is Crisco on the shelf. 
reasonable wear in public. I like role playing, having my man in uniform, or dressed as a cowboy, maybe a prison inmate for those “conjugal visits”, stuff like that. The dungeon of doom, I leave to the professionals, would you really go out in a dog mask with a butt plug up your ass to dinner? I think I’d like to keep my sex a little more “Halloween costume party” as opposed to, “Sadistic man in hooded mask wants to make me a slave, and beat me”.
At least I think it was a U.F.O., but who can be sure? What I do know is that I could not figure out what happened, and it creeped me out a bit. I suppose that I should begin a little more literally by telling you a bit about my friend Nick. He is a really neat guy, and I’ve known him for quite a good number of years. One of the things that he and I do, or did back in the day is to drive all up and down the back roads of Vermont. Sometimes
So the entire place was kind of like a horseshoe with the bedroom on one end, and the kitchen on the other, with the living room in the middle. Now then, the bathroom was located between the bedroom and the kitchen, with doors leading to both the kitchen and the living room area. It was a bit of an unconventional setup for me, but it worked out well enough. So I had recently been living at this new place for only a few weeks when one evening I awoke out of a sound slumber, to find that my apartment had reached sub arctic temperatures somehow. I could see my breath and I already had three blankets on, so I turned on my reading lamp and prepared to go into the kitchen to turn up the heater when I was greeted by an odd and unsettling sight. 
In the tiny towns around the Stowe area, there is a small covered bridge known infamously as “Emily’s Bridge”. Now local legend tells us that somehow, some poor young woman died on the bridge, one version I have heard is that she hung herself after being stood up by her lover when they had planned to elope. Another version is that the lover killed her for money. No one is really sure about HOW she got there, but for years and years the spot has been one of the more active areas in Vermont for the paranormal. 
You know, I really dislike winter for a few reasons, one is the cold. Brrrrrrrrr! And the other is the snow and ice… Hazardous driving isn’t it? Don’t you just hate having to scrape the windows in the mornings? I know I do. You know my poor car has been through snow banks, ice skids, collisions, and all manners of abuse. (Those car crashes were not my fault I swear!) The clunky boots, the multiple layers, Oh and WET MITTENS! These just make for bad winter seasons.
check and see who’s online when you are, see if they are cute and if the profile is something you’d be interested in, send an e-mail expressing your curiosity in who they are, just don’t harass them if they don’t get back to you. People frequently have no courtesy in returning e-mails to parties that are unappealing, so leave it at one e-mail, and leave it at that, there are plenty fish out in that great big ocean, don’t spend your time going after one white whale, we all know how that story went. Try to keep in mind that the idea of these places are to be fun and interesting, one or two bad encounters isn’t the end of the line, there are assholes everywhere, they‘re just harder to spot online than when you’re in a bar.
WHO EXACTLY TO CHEATERS THINK THEY ARE FOOLING?
I used to dream as a little queer that life as a grown up would be like that, civilized, respectful and ultimately rewarding in the most fantastic way. Today life is sadly not so civilized. perhaps one might even go so far as to say that sexually, and possibly socially, we are going the way of the savages. Conversation usually turns sexual at one point or another during dates, and frequently I see people in bars who say "Hi my name is_____" and twenty minutes later have their hand down that persons pants or a tongue down their throat, or both! like I've said before, I’m all for any kind of love, but if you really feel that strongly about the person after twenty minutes, it's not love, it's lust. Most likely 48 hours later, you'll find that this person is not all you dreamed him to be, rippled pectorals or not.
My dad would be in a nice sports coat, my mother a nice dress. (Usually I helped her pick it out!) What ever happened to those days? Why do I see nothing but jeans and tee shirts at the local steakhouse, or the local "upscale" places around town? Do we always dress the same when going to McDonalds for a bite as we do when attending a fancy place that charges thirty to forty dollars a plate? Where has our dignity gone? 
I have been performing in drag as Ms. Alexandra Chase, since I was about 18 years of age, the debut of my alter ego as a performer was at a gay club called "Club 240". it was billed as the first annual drag contest and show, and funny enough it wound up being held the last night the club was ever open! I was the Dee Jay, a performer and also one of the hosts of said show. (At 18 I was already a back stage maven!) I lost the contest portion to a wonderful Drag King By the name of Jason Wolf, whose rendition of "Piano Man" By Billy Joel totally wowed the audience. The winner was gracious enough to actually give me the tiara and wand that we had for prizes. It was a great time had by all but one. I recall going into the back stage area where one of the performers by the name of "Crystal Balls" was getting out of costume for the night. She looked at me and then told me that the whole thing was a farce, and that no "Woman" should win any drag shows. I recall responding to Crystal with “Jason did a wonderful job and was dressed in the opposite gender. This qualifies him/her to win any drag show!" This brings me to my first real gripe about the world of a drag queen.
growing wardrobe of dresses and jewelry, heels and makeup, music and themes. Ms Chi Chi Rodriguez also used my things; however she would use them and insist that no one else use them ever again except her! Going as far as to have stolen a wig, one of my best dresses, and my favorite "Little Black Shoes". Due to scheduling conflicts, and new management, the show was put on the shelf and my alter ego was put to rest for a while. But it was during the time spent on "Diva!" that I met members of an organization known as "The Barony Of All Vermont" At the time, a lovely group of fantastically dressed drag queens and kings that belonged to a larger organization known as the "National Imperial Court" Or at least something like that. The premise of this group is to perform and collect money for non-profit organizations, like a battered women’s shelter or my personal favorite, any local humane society. There are dues to pay to belong to this group and there are rules that must be followed regarding performance content and appropriate material, etc. I was asked to join this group, and after reading the information I became hesitant and declined the offer. Among these restrictions were rules of conduct for other members based on station, standing, and title. This brings me to another little gripe I have.
participate in the show. Now for those of you who don't know how it works at one of these events, it kind of works like a strip show, the performer gets onstage and lip syncs, sings and/or dances to a song playing overhead. Fabulous costumes and raunchy jokes may even be a part of the spectacle too. During these numbers, the audience "tips" you, waving bills for you to take, or suggestively sticking a five dollar bill in your bra or wherever you deem necessary, so while you sing and dance you also get to collect cash! 
So who's more masculine? The big guy who can't understand audio visual instructions, or the little guy who can change your oil and whip up a makover in under twenty minutes? It is possible that because I gew up in Vermont farm country with two wonderful brothers I am a very anomalous person in the gay world. Treading a fine line between both sexes, or maybe I am masculine because I accept who I am and make no bones about it. When did "masculine acting" enter the scene? I'm sorry guys I don't have to ACT masculine, because I am. So get over it already.
Never, because he loves his wife and the time that they have had over the years has gotten them the chance to really know one another; every inch, every millimeter, every nuance. Now I shudder to think about this because we're talking about my folks here but I bet no one can please my dad like my mom, and vice versa. Because she knows him so well he just has to look at her and she just knows right what's on his mind.
What happened to just getting to know a person? Has sex become so impersonal? It's the new fad! Everyone jump on the party train! I'm still of the opinion that sex should mean SOMETHING even if it's so simple as "God you're beautiful and I like what you have to say about ethics in dating" Now it seems that sex has been cut down to mean nothing more than a glorified handshake. "Nice to meet you, Here's my ass, do your thing!" Is that really sexy?