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Dec. 13th, 2003 10:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starfrostingI was hungover so I curled my eyelashes and drank some water, in that order.
Last night was kinda sad. Well, Su's solstice thing was, of course, lovely of mulled wine and music and a buncha little women in a communal kitchen. And it was Ethan's birthday, so happy 20th to Ethan! But it was just such a weird scene at his party...alcohol is great, yknow, but I don't like feeling uncomfortable and 'other' around straight people and I totally did. Spin the Bottle was an exercise in not wanting to kick this one girl who I kept unfortunately spinning. Whenever she had to kiss me (or another girl) she would loudly remark about no tongue (like I'd want my tongue in her mouth) and after that oh-so humiliating peck w/another girl--or, horror of horrors, a la-la-lesbian--she'd straddle herself onto the lap of the token straight boy. Said straight boy is, in my opinion, probably fucking his hallmate, so yknow.
Wow, this sounds so bitter. I guess it kinda is. Last night I looked at myself 4 shots of tequila and a two swigs from lukewarm vodka bottle in the mirror of my hall bathroom and I looked like someone had beaten me up and my knuckles had calloused, but I liked the way my cheekbones jutted like some ugly Johnny Rotten butch but my eyes were sad. Drunkenly wondering if dykes would be tough and blue if we were ever considered totally okay. So whatever, I don't mean to make queer the centerpiece of "my identity" and tell some tale about how oppressed I am or some shit cos I'm not. It's just my face looked drawn and my partnerlover white ribbed A-line and all four of us queers sat in a clump during that great game. And that stupid straight girl with such clear blue eyes you'd think she'd be a good person made me feel like such shit.
Last night was kinda sad. Well, Su's solstice thing was, of course, lovely of mulled wine and music and a buncha little women in a communal kitchen. And it was Ethan's birthday, so happy 20th to Ethan! But it was just such a weird scene at his party...alcohol is great, yknow, but I don't like feeling uncomfortable and 'other' around straight people and I totally did. Spin the Bottle was an exercise in not wanting to kick this one girl who I kept unfortunately spinning. Whenever she had to kiss me (or another girl) she would loudly remark about no tongue (like I'd want my tongue in her mouth) and after that oh-so humiliating peck w/another girl--or, horror of horrors, a la-la-lesbian--she'd straddle herself onto the lap of the token straight boy. Said straight boy is, in my opinion, probably fucking his hallmate, so yknow.
Wow, this sounds so bitter. I guess it kinda is. Last night I looked at myself 4 shots of tequila and a two swigs from lukewarm vodka bottle in the mirror of my hall bathroom and I looked like someone had beaten me up and my knuckles had calloused, but I liked the way my cheekbones jutted like some ugly Johnny Rotten butch but my eyes were sad. Drunkenly wondering if dykes would be tough and blue if we were ever considered totally okay. So whatever, I don't mean to make queer the centerpiece of "my identity" and tell some tale about how oppressed I am or some shit cos I'm not. It's just my face looked drawn and my partnerlover white ribbed A-line and all four of us queers sat in a clump during that great game. And that stupid straight girl with such clear blue eyes you'd think she'd be a good person made me feel like such shit.
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What Kate said.
Date: 2003-12-13 04:18 pm (UTC)