vodka, knives, and bandaids

what an interesting xmas. my parents gave me vodka, knives, and bandaids. how fitting. since they gave it to me, am i allowed to drink it now? i did bring my flask with me...

after the 4loko era, it seems that regular liquor doesn't quite seem the same.

i said something out loud the other day. something i had never said before. but something that i believe whole-heartedly. i was sitting in a room with a lot of my colleagues and i was asked to present about one of my social identities. and i said "being gay saved my life". i hadn't really thought about it before but as soon as i said it, i knew it was true. i'm not sure that i would necessarily be dead, but i am 100% positive that i would not be living. when i was in high school, and even in my early years at UofM, i was extremely depressed and very self-destructive. i hated everything and everyone... including myself. if not for the amazing community of queer people i found, i would not be where i am today. i found a community that had my back no matter what - just because we had an identity in common. i found a community that allowed me to become an activist and a leader. it was a stepping stone to this new life i've created as someone who is passionate and who cares. if not for being gay, i wouldn't have had that community, that experience, or this life. it saved me. i am so grateful.

i know this isn't typical material for my blog, but it is something i needed to talk about. now time to go get back to the boozin.

peace&love

tops, tequila, and trannies

apparently thoughtful drunk conversations are more of a summer thing. in the winter, we talk about how cold we are, how we don't want to walk in the snow, how we want to go on vacations, etc. now that we're back in the game, i suppose there is a lot of catching up to do.
i recently rediscovered the joy of having a bottom who really makes the sex good. i was talking to my roommate, a gay male top, about what makes the sex good or bad for him. in my head, he was sticking it in, moving it around, and getting it out. he started talking about how the bottoms words and actions really have an affect on how enjoyable it is for the top. it clicked, and i was like "OH DUH" its the same for lesbians. fucking a bottom who just sits there, no matter how hot she is, SUCKS! i don't care if i can get you off right away, i still won't enjoy it! to all of you bottoms out there; take some pointers. 1) being a bottom does not mean that there is only one position that should be utilized 2) make some noise, don't be ashamed 3) your facial expression says it all, so please try to be sexy 4) seriously, move around some - fight me for it because if i wanted you to be still, i'd tie you down 5) touch me. easy, right? well spread the word because some women (and men i'm sure) just don't get it.
moving on....
so everyone gets different drunk depending on what kind of alcohol they are drinking, right? for me, red wine makes me snuggly drunk, white wine makes me happy drunk, beer makes me "i'm so butch" drunk, vodka makes me drunk drunk, and tequila... well tequila makes me fuck-me-right-now drunk. apparently girls think its funny to buy me shots of patron because as long as they're near me approximately 10 minutes after i take it back, we'll probably hook up. should i be ashamed of this? a new friend recently told me that i shouldn't drink tequila in public. but old friends love me most when i'm jumping the closest hottie. i guess what i'm getting to here is the question of responsibility. is it my own responsibility to censor my liquor intake when i know that it will make me want to fuck right away? and is this really any different from any other homo and the friday night hotspot? until i get in trouble for public indecency, i think that i'm okay.
last but not least, i want to say something to all of the drunken ignorant assholes out there. when you are at gay night, and see someone who appears to have a sex and gender identity that don't necessarily match up, don't be rude. we're all a part of the same community so stop drinking, go home, educate yourself, then maybe we'll talk. or maybe i'll kick you in the balls. either way, go home.