Found My Soapbox

Yes I did. Indeed I did. My soapbox has gotten smaller and dusty but I having been holding back for a long time. For those of you who have never been around when I put on the bitchy britches and stomp on my soapbox, may want to come back on friday when we have special things planned.

I was overlooked and I am not happy about it. The last two weeks of this month the Imperial court has been running camp themed fund raisers. The last time I checked my resume and bookcase, I was the 2010 Kamp Kween. I guess the title doesn't mean much. One of the promoters of the pageant I won was running these shows. I never got any word. No e-mail. Not a single text message. Nobody even thought to call me.

We should step back and breathe for a second. On the bus trip we tried to figure out what shows we wanted to put on and charity titles we would go for. Jesse doesn't care. Scott brought up an excellent point. We don't live in the bar anymore. We get told about shows when they get planned and that is not enough time for us to take a night off. For Scott or myself. I don't want to live in the damn bar anymore! For damn sure I don't want to plan my week around the next drag show. I like not shaving every other day. Just letting the stubble be one with the omniverse. That may not sound liberating to some but it sure is. That is not to overlook any of the other things that it takes to complete the illusion. There are parts I like but it can be a true pain.

My microbiology teacher hit on me. He is overweight nerdy cute. Also he is 26. I used to not mind when people looked at me and assumed I was their age. A six to fifteen year difference may not seem like much. When I am around younger people it is like a jackhammer reminding me of where I came from. When I am around people that much older I do a lot of nodding. I don't have an encyclapedic knowledge of Golden Girls and or I Love Lucy episodes. Nor do I remember Dynasty or Falcon Crest. I was in elementary school for most of the 1980's.

Right...... you wanted to know what happened for my instructor to hit on me. He tangented onto genetics. That even the slightest variation in genetics creates an entirely new species of virus/bug/microbiotic. The difference between the e-coli that can kill you and the kind you find in your gut is about a 1-2% genetic difference. Then he pointed at me and said the difference between us genetically was probably 5-7%. "Despite the fact that we are both handsome and attractive men it is enough to make us different." I leaned back in my chair. We were leaving the classroom and the girl next to me asked if I was going to report it. Hell NO! I was flattered and know for a solid fact that it would never go anywhere. i couldn't remember the last time SOMEBODY told me I was pretty. I'll take it just not very far.

Just remember on the heels of Drag History Month, Rupauls Drag Race premiered season two last night. Here is what you missed last season. New girls this season. New drama.



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Dan