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April 8, 2004
bend it
Bleaargh. I'm feelin' like shit today. But probably not as bad as this guy is feeling. Sore all over, probably from rugby, but possibly from Blowoff-related-SARS-syndrome, which seemed to plague a bunch of folks last week. I feel hungover without having drank, and can go from 60 to naptime in 5 seconds. Or maybe it was the 1/4 chicken I had at 9:30 p.m. last night, that allowed my brain to be fully awake and dreaming hard until 1 a.m. when my body was shut down and trying to sleep. I'll take as many naps as possible today and see if I'm up for rugby practice tonight.
So I'm at home today in a Victoria's Secret nightie (black lace) and leopard print fuzzy slippers watching soaps and eating bon-bons a la Peg Bundy. No, I'm not playing hooky because I just got my hands on a copy of the new D&D Player's Guide to Faeršn, or because I'm terribly excited about the D&D Expanded Psionics Handbook either.
DC Home delivery review for the newly carless: Bergmann's cleaning does a great job on oriental rug repair, rug cleaning and dry cleaning for your clothes. Pickup and Delivery is on-time, reliable and the cute deliveryman is friendly and communicative. Peapod home grocery delivery was also reliable, but the online order form took a bit of practice at first. However, with a $10 home delivery charge, you might as well just do your shopping at Safeway and take the taxi home. Or save the service for those 'big items' like spring water and laundry detergent that you don't want to haul around the store and back home.
Still a bit uneased by that dude's comment at practice the other day that I commented on in the last post. I guess no class or group of people is without its members who stereotype themselves and others, no matter how oppressed. At my age I shouldn't be surprised that some gays still feel that way, but I guess I am still naive about such things. Maybe I just assume most members in a community are somewhat like-minded, but I still get caught off guard. I think I have a fairly wide-open interpretation of gender roles, how each of us can behave, and societal expectations of ourselves. Even before I came out at age 20, I never subscribed to the rules of how a man or woman have to conduct themselves based on sex or orientation. I danced like a big 'ol queen at our junior high dances, I wore peach and black when "U Got The Look" came out because I thought it was cool, and I wore flip-flops during little league practice. I just didn't care, and no one (not even my mother) ever told me I shouldn't do what I did, and I didn't think any one person should or should not wear or do this or that based on gender. I guess I had a blessed youth. I like how this progressive group, the Gender Public Advocacy Coalition, thinks and works on the topic. No one should have to behave in a certain way based on sex, gender, or gender-identification. If the American public would just ease up on sex, gender and orientation issues, we could one day move on to more important issues of the world.
I have a friend who is some kind of finance lawyer downtown, with whom I went to a hockey game last year. I think we were both bored with the game, but it was a fun date. He's got hilarious pics of himself in drag on his Friendster profile, but by day you wouldn't know it, as he's in the whole DC lawyer monkeysuit get-up. After the game during dinner, I asked him about his pics and why he does drag, and he replied, "I like to fuck with gender, it's fun." I recommend you try it sometime...you'd be very surprised at what friends have a problem with it, or which ones are alarmed that you've gone out in a dress. It's something I bring up regularly on dates as a litmus test on tolerance. My best friends are freaks, and I am too. However, I strongly believe that heels are very bad for your spinal column, and I don't believe anyone should have to wear them on a regular basis.
And to close this rant, I again reiterate the phrase "A straight person wouldn't have said such an obnoxious comment," to illustrate a point. A straight former teammate audibly farted on a regular basis during practice ("That's a ripper!"), vomited before each match ("Get's me in the mood for a game."), and belched as much as possible at the post-match socials. That's pretty obnoxious, but that was his thing, and we loved him for it. And let me point out another obnoxious jimbo, the mighty straight version, who is celebrating his 2nd anniversary of blogging obnoxiousness.
Despite my sickiness, I'm also feelin' a bit like Posh Spice today...somebody send me a racy text message. Careful clickin' on the link at work now. Sure, it's a photomanipulation and you won't see a bod like that on a soccer player, but with a hot tub laced with Rogaine and a few good meals one can only hope.
Posted by jimbo at April 8, 2004 11:45 AM
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photomanipulation or not, that is SO your type. and he would crush me, but i would love it.
Posted by: brent at April 8, 2004 8:06 PM