Automated Attack Monkeys, Scalpel Mines, & Acid

Having spent several days now shuttling between a bit miserable and the depths of despair, which my medication is barely denting and a trip to the doctor hasn't really helped, something has happened today which has given me a spike of genuine happiness.

I don't generally like the Sun. It makes my skin fall off and makes me all sweaty and dries my garden out and makes my doggies panty. But it does have one welcome effect.

matgb is wearing shorts. Phwooooooooor.

Yesterday was fun. I did a full shift at work, and then went to my friend Reenie's 50th birthday party. Reenie is a lesbian, and lots of her friends are lesbians. I reckon there were about five blokes in the whole place. I did lots of dancing, and a reasonable amount of drinking, and there was some kissing and cuddling too. It was really nice to be in an atmosphere and a place where I felt completely unjudged and unwary about what people might think of me for being bi and having odd hair and all that sort of thing.

This morning has been less fun. I finally got around to filling in my candidature forms for being a council candidate. Hopefully I will be approved. This will mean that in May people might get to vote for me. It's a prospect I approach with some trepidation: the minutiae of my life are all on the internet for anyone to see, and I suspect that somewhere I have said unwise things that an opponent could try to make political capital from. Plus, you know, the whole bi/poly/open thing. I'm by no means ashamed of my lifestyle, but it might not necessarily make good headlines in the local rag... Still, we shall see how it goes.

Oh well, another eight hour shift to do today, but then day off tomorrow...

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My March sponsor is Mark Reckons, who has tagged me in a meme which I will do later.

I have added a word to my profile. It appears to be a nealogism. I'd like to see it adopted into the language. To me, a cad is someone a bit devil-may-care. The type of man who wears a cravat, and has a Beard of Evil ^TM; he drives a classic Jag, and never, EVER puts ice in his single malt whisky. He's not evil, exactly, but he doesn't have traditional morals. He's naughty.

Oh yes, I'm definitely a Cadophile.

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My March sponsor is Mark Reckons, who isn't caddish at all, but I don't hold that against him.

I don't think I have ever officially come out as bi. There ought to be some sort of ceremony or something, with respect to David's eloquent opinions. Instead it's just been casually dropped into enough conversations that word got around and now everyone knows. To be honest, I feel like kind of a fraud even typing this. I'm cisgendered, I'm in a very happy and committed (albeit open) heterosexual relationship, both of which facts allow me to pass for normal to anyone who doesn't want to scratch below the surface (and most people don't). Therefore I have never faced the kind of bald prejudice that a lot of my gay, or bi-but-in-same-sex-relationship, or trans friends have. I am comfortable in my sexuality, and most people who I spend time with (including customers in the pub, to my somewhat-surprise) don't seem bothered at all; or at least, if they are, they don't show it in front of me.

If only everyone had it as easy as I have.

I'll continue to try to do my bit to make sure that one day, everyone will.

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Not in front of the socks, Julian!



Lunch date turned into quite long ramble in the park and then trip to the pub and then drunken shopping in Sainers.

Sarah = bad influence.

Also, she has new BF and so we were having discussions which inevitably turned extremely filthy. And we're now planning to do internet shopping of the worst kind. Hurrah!

(and now she's teasing me about my dirty laugh. I can't help it! Yes, definitely a bad influence >:D )

ginasketch tagged me to post pictures of my top ten celebrity crushes. I am declining, but only because I couldn't POSSIBLY restrict myself to ten (it was hard enough trimming them down to 15) and I aren't posting them in any particular order. ( click for hot sexy manflesh )

Happy Buffday to gilesgurl and the lovely James May.

I think I bit my tongue in my sleep. It has all painful lacerations on it. Woe. Could be something to do with the dreams I had last night.

Honestly, what do people expect when they tell me this?

"...Samuel West follows his parents, Timothy West and Prunella Scales, in appearing in Midsommer Murders. He plays Jeremy Thacker, a virgin in his 30s."

Cue lots of deflowering dreams.

* eyebrow waggle *

In other news, Shrubby has been watching Peppa Pig this morning and is now insisting on calling me "mummy pig"...