Mmmm. Finished the interview with the fabulous Drama Queens, the all-female drag queen troupe of three lovely and extremely interesting ladies. They really enjoy fucking with people's ideas about gender; since they are often mistaken for male drag queens. I think the most powerful thing I got out of the meeting was learning that being a drag queen of either gender means busting loose, going to the extreme, becoming the fashion whore/drama queen/slut that you always wanted to be but were frightened away by good taste or public opinion. I hope everyone will read the article once it comes out!

I think I broke my toe Saturday. It was really hurting, but now it's just numb and an awful lot of odd colors. I can't afford to get gangrene now. No health insurance as of Friday.

Daddy

He is everywhere,
effusive,
the airbag in the Volvo
exploding during the crash,
suffocating me,
snapping my neck
in the guise of rescue.

And I'm working on a poem that might be okay.

8 days till parents visit. I'm not freaking out yet. Yes I am. No I'm not. Yes.. No.. (Bad comedy hijinks ensue.)
I had a good date yesterday. Which I'm bursting to describe in all its tawdry (not at all: sorry, put it back in your pants) glory. But I won't, this being a public forum and... Okay, I'm scared he might read it and a girl has to preserve some mystery, doesn't she? At least that's what people tell me. It's hard enough having my poetry about sex in the elelevator out there for everyone to read and make solo love to.

Tonight I interview a gaggle of female drag queens for Wide Angle. My first interview ever. I'm terrified. a little.

So.
Friday was my last day at my old job. Various responses from co-workers saying goodbye. Some picked fights, some said stay in touch, others threw hissy-fits and ran out of the room. The director asked me, before I left, if I would come back for one day and work for free. Ahem. Right.
I hate leaving. Anything at all ever. That's why I keep staying in relationships that suck (tm).
I got so depressed leaving that place that I could barely drag myself out of bed in the morning. I just wanted to stay home curled in the fetal position. And of course they took it personally when I came in late. Which made me feel worse. Self defeating, anyone?

In the category of good news: I got a notice threatening eviction! Maybe Andy and I can be homeless together. Our creased and filthy cardboard sign will say

WILL RighT fer FooD