New photoset going up at C.L.I.T. later today; I'm having trouble uploading the photos while simultaneously downloading Brendan Gamble's Heartless Moon from EMusic. Bloody dialup. How do people live like this?
And I gotta tell you, I'm getting a little tired of having to webmistress that site. Haven't I done enough for the lesbian community? I turned my last girlfriend gay, ferchrissakes. I'm doing recruiting for you people, and do I get a toaster oven? Nooooooo.
Sorry. Still veiny and evil, apparently.
But this cathartic venting does feel good. Better than sex, baby. They should bottle this stuff. . .
Yes, I know, my impact on someone else's orientation/libido is precisely jack/shit, it's a joke folks. And I think my resisting the comedy goldmine that is claiming to have turned a woman into a dyke for this long, seeing as it rests on my personal staples of self-pity and -mockery, stands as a testament to my. . .
Yep. Veiny and evil.
Next, I'll be wearing one of them black corset numbers.
No, there will be no photos. Looked over the release I signed with Heather, and apparently she actually owns my likeness rights. In fact, I owe her for posting that photo with me and Happy Rhodes a few weeks ago, which is why I still have that Scarleteen donation graphic up; I'm hoping someone else will cover the usage fee for me.
I'm joking again.
Do I need tags for that or something?
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