im going to see the killaz tonite with phil ter, the hair, and the tan and hopefully if we are not on fire we will goto lee’s to see the tallest mexican that i know and love.  we are all wearing pink co-ordinating outfits so look out for us. i’ll be the one not wearing any pants.

 

and so i went to the clinic and i have to do a hmm “sample” tomorrow. there’s this crazy red liquid in one ofthe vials that i guess i get to make a milkshake out of once i add my special ingredient to it.  that thing on my stomache i was freaked over was from my pants afterall. i called my mum at her workout place and was all oh my god this thing on my belly bla bla and shes like im coming right over, got here and was like that’s fucking it im taking u there NOW that is NOTHING!

 

i read this from one of the fashion magazines and it made me think of all the drama going on in tim’s comments over at floorboards.blogspot.com about racism and the like so here it is, and, i quote Murray whyte, fashion & architecture, June 2004 Fashion Magazine:

 

“Every culture has its own set of curses and obscenities, dirty words muttered under our breath, used only to belittle and disparage.”

 

Murray also said that modernism is not style but it’s an aesthetic philosophy, something directed toward the peeps with martinis who use the word modern. fuck don’t you want to slap those people. modern is up there with fabulous for pretentious words. guh. me, yer lucky if you can get me to speak english half the time.

 

anyway, fags can hate on homophobe frat boys because they can and you can’t do anything about it.  i come from suburbia and i live in suburbia and fag is used every ten minutes to describe someone’s behaviour, outfit, things they say, what have you and these dudes are all frat boys who if were thrown out on their asses from their rich parents wouldn’t have a leg to stand on in the real world because someone’s credit card is always nearby.

 

i say fag all the time, ALL the time, AND lesbian and lesbo but i dont say it to people, i say it to my cat because he acts like a lesbo and it’s cute you know.  and i say it to my friends to hush them or make them laugh whatever you say it your mom says it your dad says it your dinosaur says it.

 

using a word that hurts people to describe their behaviour can be tricky you know, you just have to be careful who you say it to and know that these people are your flight attendants, doctor’s, accountants, best friend who you grew up with or even your child’s best friend.  think about who you’re hurting.

 

it’s hard because it is ingrained in our psyches to say this shit and it be socially acceptable and the norm but until you meet someone like kissyfur who speaks out and openly of his sexual orientation and in fact has hiv you shoot him down and say he is whining and you call him a girl. fuck you. that hurts my heart.

 

what if all your life you were gay and everyone called u a girl for it everyday of this life and finally you grow up and find people just like you who dont call you a girl and then u go places and people walk by you and call all of you a girl and then you get hiv because of your gayness once you are finally settled and content with being gay after years of a closeted life and fagbashing and then you die.

 

look, i love frat boys and i love gays. frat boys just have to realise that it’s ok to touch another dude’s penis once ‘n awhile and if that’s not your cup of penis then don’t hit a gay with a bat because it’s his cup of penis. don’t treat anybody like a second class citizen, ever.