Sunday, March 26, 2006

Dressed in Drag

What can I even say about last night? Reed is awesome. Reed is so heterosexually, homosexually, bisexually, transexually awesome. Drag Ball was awesome. Awesome, awesome, AWESOME. The only way to get some kind of idea is to look at my album of wonderfully gender-confused pictures...

Drag Ball Pics

For a peek,



This morning, I woke up and couldn't move. Literally, my neck would not allow me to move. I must have slept on it weirdly, because I definitely wasn't drunk enough last night to have forgotten a big fall. So it hurt like a bitch and I took about an hour to get up. I still can't quite look to the left or up. So...if you're talking to me, you should be on my right side. After breakfast, I came back and beautified myself. There's nothing like a night as a man to make you want to feel feminine. So I put some shit in my hair, put on lots of makeup, blow-dried my hair and put some more shit in it. I feel artificial and manufactured, almost like a meretricious laaady. Hah. Is it possible to feel beautiful and so plastic at the same time? I think the shower refreshed me, and then I plasticized myself, fucking up the overall effect. Whatever. I don't know what I'm talking about. Let's just say it's my poor attempt at compensation.

Now I'm just waiting for my camera to be done charging so I can take pictures of my beautiful self. Is that vain?

(don't answer)

4 comments:

KillTheVocoder@gmail.com said...

It isn't vain if the pictures are just for me.

Enjoy the Silence said...

Haha...

of course they're just for you

KC said...

did you take your current facebook picture in your "feminie, girlish" form because it's a really cute picture and doesn't look fake at all. . .it looks very pretty!!

love you!

Enjoy the Silence said...

Hahahaha...yes actually. And thank you!