"THE STRAIGHT-TALK EXPRESS"

PhotoBooth Madness

Smidge and I took a magical trip to the most infamous of Dirty Jersey's boardwalks last week. We wanted to get some pictures taken in one of the old photo booths but all we could find were these new and improved types. The quality is pretty good but the whole process was a bit ridiculous. We put the money in and it immediately started to take our picture no warning, no guidelines about how to position ourselves or anything. Now we have this cute strip of pictures but the only place that sells frames for them is Whispering Willow. Smidge and I really don't need stained glass frames with butterflies and hearts. Apparently I'm going to have to come up with some clever way to hang this up in the new apartment. Through my search for photo booth frames I've discovered this gem of a website, photobooth.net.


In other news we attempted to go to Laid last night in Park Slope but the venue was so small and the line was so long that they cut off entry by 12:30. Catty Shack had a twenty dollar cover because it was the night of Brooklyn pride. So basically we drove into Brooklyn, got a bite at Cheers Thai, searched for some good times, didn't find any and then drove back home. Obnoxious. At least we have a four day camping trip at the end of the week to look forward to. Yay for six hour drives to New York state.

Don't Stereotype the Lesbians

One of my other favorite past times since my recent unemployment is watching the EuroNews channel on our new disgustingly large television. I really enjoy actually being informed by the news. I was watching BBC news yesterday and apparently the people of Lesbos are pissed off. They're currently going to court in order to reclaim the title of Lesbian. If they win their court case they intend to expand their cause globally. I sympathize with these Greek Islanders, I mean they were lesbians long before I came out of the closet. It might be fun to redefine ourselves. What would our new label be? Carpet muncher? Lip nibbler? Maybe we could reclaim the term dyke or possibly just alter the spelling of lesbian. (Lesbyan? Lezbian? Lezbyan?) It could be a chance for the community to reevaluate their image and start a new. But my guess is everyone will just get up in arms about it and begin a new crusade which calls for the total freedom of expression for homosexuals everywhere.




Side Note: I was just looking up gay terminology for some inspiration and I found interesting info. My blue jeep compass is named Kiki and it turns out that this was actually a term for lesbians in the '50s and '60s.

Definition: Kiki is a term that was used in the lesbian bar culture of the 1950s and 1960s to describe someone who was neither butch nor femme. At that time, the bar culture was very much into roles and most women were pressured to choose either butch or femme.

Homo Say What?
This is a sound clip from one of the gay slang dictionaries. Grossly stereotypical?? Or Hilarious??

All of the gay slang dictionaries I found were terribly outdated; usually from the mid-90s. I think we need to create a new one, urbandictionary.com style, so that homos everywhere can define themselves however they see fit.

[BBC Video Lesbos Versus Lesbians]

I'm Over It

I seem to have issues keeping jobs lately. I'm only categorized as an undergrad for one more year and I'm feeling overqualified for everything. I don't want to be your waitress, sell you watches, knock on your door for environmental issues or receive huge shipments of wholesale bathing suits. I'm done with all these jobs I've been forced to model through just to afford my education.

Needless to say I've recently become unemployed. Downsized from one job and quit the other. I actually left my last job in the middle of work, had Smidge come and pick me up. For anyone who hasn't canvassed before I highly recommend it. Talking to strangers every day and trying to make them give away money for the environment or HRC has been an incredible experience. It's soul crushing yet eye opening. Just make sure you don't do it for too long. There's a high probability that they will convince you to take on more responsibility than you originally planned; locking you into a six day, 14-hour each, work week; but you'll be so busy fighting for "the fund" that you probably won't even notice that your life is slipping away from you.

I plan on hanging out in my new apartment with Smidge and Mish until I'm crippled with either boredom or financial instability. So far I've been hiding out at the Jersey shore; trying my best to pretend I'm somewhere else. Living in a dream world where it's 2012 and I live in Southern California selling sea shells to tourists. At least I have statistics, poetry and journalism to keep me slightly grounded (although commuting to school is becoming physically painful). All in all things are quite nice right now but I'm sure by next week I'll be chomping at the bit to get back into the work force. That's the bad thing about working so much since you were so small. You tend to feel a little lost without that familiar role in your life. I wonder where I'll end up next.