August 4, 2010 by

Love and Rockets (Are Two Things That Crash)

Categories: all about me, intellectualisimus, silly blather

Right, ducks, so when last we left off, which was–Christ on a pontoon, over a month ago–your correspondent, C.L. Minou, was in love! Or like! Or crush! Something!

Well, anyway. Hey, guess what! It worked out. Kinda. Sorta. For a bit. Okay, a couple of good weekends. But it turns out that she–

What? Yes, ducks, are there questions? It’s true, I date girls now. Girls are cool.

…well, I mean it’s not like I haven’t dated girls before. Oh. Well, yes. Quite. Not like that. And let me tell you something–this way is much better! I highly recommend it, if you like that sort of thing, or even if you aren’t sure you would or wouldn’t. I would, because I’m one of those rare bisexuals who really doesn’t have a preference.

Anyay. As I was saying. Hey, this post is so much less oblique than the last one. I’m dating! A bit. I had another date this past weekend, with a cool lady, but we both agreed that there wasn’t enough of a spark between us. So it goes.

I dunno, ducks. Having a crush made me realize how lonely I’ve been, I think, and for a while. But here’s the fun part! If you’re like me. And if you think “fun” is a word for having your heart kicked around like a hockey puck. I’ve got the transarama thing going again.

You see, I’m on a popular dating site that appeals to the cheap among us. And I’ve put the OMG TEH TRANZ right there in the first line of the profile. Because I’m thir–ah ha ha, no peeking!–years old and I don’t want to waste time with folks that aren’t going to be cool with that.

But hey. That means that I’m always “that trans person I met on [popular dating website].” I’m always that trans person. Fucking fantastic! I know!

Sigh.

So you can’t escape the past, innit? At least I can’t. Others are better at this than me, maybe.

Anyway, I’m whining. We’ll have another fabulous post by Doc Morbius–have I mentioned how fabulous her stuff is? Cause it is!–and maybe something from Jetta soon. And I’ll start writing again! Kidding. Not. No, really! I’m kidding. Not.

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