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posted Friday, September 12, 2008 - Volume 36 Issue 37 |
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Who's hot, who's not and "akshon" in The Digs |
by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid -
SGN A&E Writer
Anita Bryant. Phyllis Schafly. Sarah Palin. The evolution (or "creation," if you will, since that's what these wackjobs believe) of the right wing's feminine side has not changed, so don't be fooled by all the hype McCain's "big announcement" is going for. Of course, we could all rent a van now and make sure our passports to Canada are in order. Just kidding! This one is going to fight, fight, fight for what I know is the real change: that elegant Leo, Obama. So there, that's my little stump and I'm sticking to it. And who's hot? That cute femme on the Dairy Queen turkey sandwich commercial, yum yum. Who's not hot? Ms. Palin in that flag bikini with a rifle (the guy with the cigarette in the back isn't hot either, ewww!). The photo might be a hoax, but one still has to wonder, with her rhetoric about hunting if the creator of that photo didn't unintentionally capture her essence. Either way, it's still an ewwwww to this one! Again, ewww and shades of Hitler's propaganda featuring the same sort of photos and posters to promote the femme side of the Third Reich. Scary!
Anyway, enough of all of that, let's get to the dish, or who I'm lusting for and my BIG EPIPHANY at the Gender Odyssey conference Labor Day weekend, when this one developed a humongous crush on a Trans man, and discovered my own Trans self inside.
I now go by the "label" genderqueer. Oh, and I've been writing poetry again, yay! Haven't heard from my new crush, but I'm still hoping, as we did chat about having tea at some point. Ah, and yes, I'm still gaga over a certain activist and a certain Wet Spot femme bottom. Fickle little me, tee hee!
Oh, and my my, did this little kitty do some purring and howling last weekend, when one of my "harem" showed up and rocked and rolled me 'til the wee hours of Saturday morn. No sleep, but a happy smile (and between "bouts," this one was also being chatted up by a certain tall, blond love interest who wanted to come over, but didn't because a three-way wasn't on that one's agenda. Unfortunately, the chatting up with that one later (and promise to come over) hasn't turned into anything, but seems to be lost in the confusion now surrounding everyone under these messed-up stars. Nothing like expecting nookie you never have and not hearing from the supposed nookie-giver. Bummer, big time! Still hoping, though, that something will happen eventually between us two.
So, what else has this one been up to besides playing changing partners (and lovin' every sweet second of it), and writing poetry about my new gender coming out (I guess that's what I'm calling it)? Well, this one read some of that new work (and one old poem from my second chapbook, The Dream Book) at the Ladies First open mic night last weekend, and was warmly received. Will definitely be doing that again next month, so come see me and mark the date, October 4 at Hidmo's (20th and Jackson). And what has this one tried that I love, love to death? Well, I'm so loving my Comme Un Evidence Moisturizing Perfumed Body Lotion from Yves Rocher (order from the catalogue at www.yvesrocher.com). Light, delish and perfect to make a stressful day of astrological ups and downs go bye-bye. Also, love the new Gold Mist Facial Moisturizer from Ocean Actives and the new Body Mist from the same. Get some now, so come the gnarly weather of fall, you can still glow with soft, heavenly skin on face and bod. To order this wonderful stuff, either call 1-800-804-0936 or visit drlark.com.
Trust me, you'll be glad to have these products in your arsenal of body care indulgences. So, that's it for now, my sweet pears, and do feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and check out my blog of this column at bloggerspot.com. And to the two women who've been hounded by jerky perv neighbors peeping in their window, I say, we should all of us peeped at-women get together and make some noise until these folks holler "mercy" and stop the madness. That's what I did when my old fossil of a neighbor (who also peeped until I called the law on his sorry ass) tried yet another attempt to make me talk to his dried-up self. Scared the bejesus out of this jackass, and made me feel so much better. Better than beating the crap out of this wiener brain, fo' sho'. Oh, and who's hot? That slutty, but delish redhead (maybe strawberry blond?) femme in the Quest commercial, although this one thinks she'd look hella hot with devil horns and tail. True, some folks would complain, but who cares? Who's not hot? Sarah Palin and John McCain, so get registered to vote and vote hotness and for change from the old guard, both in "that" Washington and in "our" Washington. Go Gregoire! Go Burner, buhbye!
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