and randomly...
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I need to go to a gay bar sometime. I've never done this.
I really, really wish that before I'd left Jackson, I'd just *once* gone to "The Other Side" (the only gay bar in Jackson that I knew of and it's like less than a half mile from my old house). My *mom* went there once (in support of a coworker in a drag show). And I didn't.
WAHHHH.
I would just really love to go to a place like that. Where not only is it okay to be gay. It's GREAT to be gay. It's a big party of celebrating all that is good and homosexual in the world. Except I don't dance so good and I have a boyfriend and I've always been slightly afraid that people who are gay/lesbian will be like "you date BOYS, ya big hetero! you're not really queer!" But I am. Okay, I date boys, but I like girls too. And bisexual is *too* queer (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wisdomeagle said so and Ari is the authority, so there *sticks tongue out in professional, mature manner*) and if I wasn't dating a boy that I really liked, I'd kiss girls.
But mostly, I just don't dance that well.
Maybe there can be a gay lounge? A gay coffee joint? You know, where the coffee cups have rainbows on them and the person serving it to you moonlights as "Twilight" and saying "me and my girlfriend" actually *means* that you and the woman you're refering to are living in sin (double sin! with mocha!) and maybe there's Indigo Girls playing on the speakers?
Just no dancing. Yes to the gay, no to the dancing.
Also -
Finished five pages of crap to hand in for summer session midterms and I've decided that interning at Marvel Comics would be the coolest thing ever.
Not that I'm applying or anything because *dude* - I cannot afford to go 8-10 weeks in the summer with *no* pay. But still. The description of it sounded really nice.
The description of the Random House internship (in the internship book that came across my desk at work) included an anecdote about an intern being told to go get an editor's laundry. Blech.
I despair of the job market when I finish school. I can't keep my nice, slackass job forever. And I have to get a career. Eep!
*hides from adulthood, waves it off from underneath desk*
Go 'way! Come back when I don't have anything else to do and I can deal with you. Grr.
- Meg
I really, really wish that before I'd left Jackson, I'd just *once* gone to "The Other Side" (the only gay bar in Jackson that I knew of and it's like less than a half mile from my old house). My *mom* went there once (in support of a coworker in a drag show). And I didn't.
WAHHHH.
I would just really love to go to a place like that. Where not only is it okay to be gay. It's GREAT to be gay. It's a big party of celebrating all that is good and homosexual in the world. Except I don't dance so good and I have a boyfriend and I've always been slightly afraid that people who are gay/lesbian will be like "you date BOYS, ya big hetero! you're not really queer!" But I am. Okay, I date boys, but I like girls too. And bisexual is *too* queer (
wisdomeagle said so and Ari is the authority, so there *sticks tongue out in professional, mature manner*) and if I wasn't dating a boy that I really liked, I'd kiss girls.But mostly, I just don't dance that well.
Maybe there can be a gay lounge? A gay coffee joint? You know, where the coffee cups have rainbows on them and the person serving it to you moonlights as "Twilight" and saying "me and my girlfriend" actually *means* that you and the woman you're refering to are living in sin (double sin! with mocha!) and maybe there's Indigo Girls playing on the speakers?
Just no dancing. Yes to the gay, no to the dancing.
Also -
Finished five pages of crap to hand in for summer session midterms and I've decided that interning at Marvel Comics would be the coolest thing ever.
Not that I'm applying or anything because *dude* - I cannot afford to go 8-10 weeks in the summer with *no* pay. But still. The description of it sounded really nice.
The description of the Random House internship (in the internship book that came across my desk at work) included an anecdote about an intern being told to go get an editor's laundry. Blech.
I despair of the job market when I finish school. I can't keep my nice, slackass job forever. And I have to get a career. Eep!
*hides from adulthood, waves it off from underneath desk*
Go 'way! Come back when I don't have anything else to do and I can deal with you. Grr.
- Meg
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Date: 5 Jun 2005 03:03 (UTC)One person asked where Claire was. I said, "Southern California." And that was that. :)