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beandelphiki) wrote2002-06-22 01:51 pm
beandelphiki) wrote2002-06-22 01:51 pm
Around and around we go...
Yes, I know I promised I would stay away for a while, but I'm feeling better today. Nobody has yelled at me, online or otherwise, for a least 24 hours. Which is good, because getting yelled at makes me feel dizzy and faint, but I'm good now.
Last night I got dragged off to Lloyd's roller rink by my hair, but bah....it wasn't that bad. I just tend to dislike going out with my friends when I know I will have to negotiate public restrooms...UGH. That always spoils the fun. But it didn't tonight, because
I used the GUYS bathroom! *excited* Yes, I DID!
A while ago I ran across the idea that if you pee into the toilet it sounds like a girl, and then "they" will all know it's a girl in there...etc, etc, which has instilled me with a similar phobia. Completely unfair, because I didn't even think of it. But this time it was okay, because the music was so loud in there that I couldn't even hear myself piss. Yeah, I just know you wanted to read that.
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Some old (theatre) techs showed up, ones who've graduated, including Chad. I never met Chad when he went to (my high school) Q.E., but it was fun to hang around him. He's just a funny kind of guy. We seem to have a similar sense of humour, but he is... a tad more vocal than I. *grin*
Although...he did ask me at one point in the night what my name is...I said Dan, and he asked me if that was my FULL name, in that mildly suspicious tone people get when they think you are screwing them over.
I told him that my full name is Daniel, but that no one, not even my parents call me that, they call me Dan. Which was true enough. He seemed to accept it at that point, but it always bothers me to think, "Great, I have something to prove."
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Almost as soon as we got to the roller rink, about FOUR frickin FULL busloads of LITTLE kids showed up - a youth group on a Friday night outing. Shoot me now. Chad said you couldn't push off without hitting 30 people.
It kind of amazed me, actually. At school, lots of kids will bemoan their bad science grades. "I can't do physics!" Oh, yes you can.
It was amazing, because in all probability we all SHOULD have been on the floor at some point. Over a hundred people, on a hundred slightly different trajectories...and there are a hundred frightening near-collisions a minute, but very few actual mishaps. Amazing, I tell you. Especially when you consider people who go fast when they should go slow, or slow when they should go fast, people who form dangerous chains and block passage, people who don't look where they're going, people who try to perform crazy tricks on such a full floor...all generally insane people out to kill others through sheer, unadulterated stupidity.
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My friend Kendall had us all meet another girl, Amy. God knows where they met, I've never seen this girl in my life. Kendall leaned over to me at one point coasting around the rink and whispered, "Don't worry, I won't tell!" Oddest moment of the night.
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An old tech, Ryan, is dating my friend Donna. They decided that when we left at 11, they would go to Mike's, which is a pool hall. Ryan asked me if I wanted to go.
"Uh, Ryan, I'm still 17."
"Yeah, so?"
I tried again. "Don't they sell alcohol at pool halls?"
"Yeah, but I'm sure you could find someone 18 to buy something for you."
I gave up. But it turns out Mike's is all ages. le sigh.
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My friend Nicole both annoys me and draws me because she reminds me so much of ME when I was a kid...when books were my best friends, when I honestly believed in "work hard, play little" and when I didn't really get what it meant to be spontaneous and fun. Before I figured out that you can get the same props in this world for half the work, if you can filter out The Internal Critic (tm). Nicole hasn't learned that, and maybe she never will.
I have a nasty blister on my ankle now. :(
Useless entry. *yawns*
Last night I got dragged off to Lloyd's roller rink by my hair, but bah....it wasn't that bad. I just tend to dislike going out with my friends when I know I will have to negotiate public restrooms...UGH. That always spoils the fun. But it didn't tonight, because
I used the GUYS bathroom! *excited* Yes, I DID!
A while ago I ran across the idea that if you pee into the toilet it sounds like a girl, and then "they" will all know it's a girl in there...etc, etc, which has instilled me with a similar phobia. Completely unfair, because I didn't even think of it. But this time it was okay, because the music was so loud in there that I couldn't even hear myself piss. Yeah, I just know you wanted to read that.
Some old (theatre) techs showed up, ones who've graduated, including Chad. I never met Chad when he went to (my high school) Q.E., but it was fun to hang around him. He's just a funny kind of guy. We seem to have a similar sense of humour, but he is... a tad more vocal than I. *grin*
Although...he did ask me at one point in the night what my name is...I said Dan, and he asked me if that was my FULL name, in that mildly suspicious tone people get when they think you are screwing them over.
I told him that my full name is Daniel, but that no one, not even my parents call me that, they call me Dan. Which was true enough. He seemed to accept it at that point, but it always bothers me to think, "Great, I have something to prove."
Almost as soon as we got to the roller rink, about FOUR frickin FULL busloads of LITTLE kids showed up - a youth group on a Friday night outing. Shoot me now. Chad said you couldn't push off without hitting 30 people.
It kind of amazed me, actually. At school, lots of kids will bemoan their bad science grades. "I can't do physics!" Oh, yes you can.
It was amazing, because in all probability we all SHOULD have been on the floor at some point. Over a hundred people, on a hundred slightly different trajectories...and there are a hundred frightening near-collisions a minute, but very few actual mishaps. Amazing, I tell you. Especially when you consider people who go fast when they should go slow, or slow when they should go fast, people who form dangerous chains and block passage, people who don't look where they're going, people who try to perform crazy tricks on such a full floor...all generally insane people out to kill others through sheer, unadulterated stupidity.
My friend Kendall had us all meet another girl, Amy. God knows where they met, I've never seen this girl in my life. Kendall leaned over to me at one point coasting around the rink and whispered, "Don't worry, I won't tell!" Oddest moment of the night.
An old tech, Ryan, is dating my friend Donna. They decided that when we left at 11, they would go to Mike's, which is a pool hall. Ryan asked me if I wanted to go.
"Uh, Ryan, I'm still 17."
"Yeah, so?"
I tried again. "Don't they sell alcohol at pool halls?"
"Yeah, but I'm sure you could find someone 18 to buy something for you."
I gave up. But it turns out Mike's is all ages. le sigh.
My friend Nicole both annoys me and draws me because she reminds me so much of ME when I was a kid...when books were my best friends, when I honestly believed in "work hard, play little" and when I didn't really get what it meant to be spontaneous and fun. Before I figured out that you can get the same props in this world for half the work, if you can filter out The Internal Critic (tm). Nicole hasn't learned that, and maybe she never will.
I have a nasty blister on my ankle now. :(
Useless entry. *yawns*
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and there are bioguys who sit down to pee, and bioguys who are too peeshy to use the urinals... and really, if someone felt the need to confront you about the sitting thing (who would do that?? bathroom etiquette==you ignore everyone, nu?), just practice saying that you've got a P.A. that should scare 'em off.
the only times i have issues is when the stalls don't have doors--but generally, in those situations (usually skeezy gay bars), the women's room is pretty much all-gender...
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but it messes up your urine flow, so that you can't aim right, and thus can't stand to pee.
this excuse gets you cool points and points for giving graphic details about your penis.
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Ha, I'm gonna enjoy using that one. :)
using homophobia to your advantage
hee hee hee
this is only funny because i would *never* do that.
(hmm... alternatively--'i only show it if you're going to suck it' and scare them off or get bashed...)
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I'm happy for you :)!
I'm glad you had a good time :) I usually don't go out....*shrug*
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1) I've been a bio boi for twenty years now and have NEVER used a urinal...cause I'm weird and have a shy bladder, I also sorta understand the sounding like a gurl....cause I used to think guys would know I was gay by the way I peed.... I'm a freak I know...
2) I understand the gys bathroom thing, when I'm all femmed out in Drag I usually just hold it till I get home cause I can never decide if I'm supposed to go in the mens room or womens...damn why can't they have a "Queens" rest room...Yet again I'm a freak
Goddess Bless
Bran
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2) I would LOVE it if they had unisex washrooms I could use, but they don't...*pout* But maybe a "queens" washroom wouldn't be too bad either. Do ya think if I used it anyone would complain? ^_^
You are not a freak. *hugz*
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Goddess Bless
Bran
the whole "not looking' thing
(Anonymous) 2002-06-22 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)I wouldn't worry too much about people listening in on your urination to find out if you have a cock or not, if you tell people you're a guy, it's not something anyone will really question.
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