michele

last night i rammed the size 2 tapered needle thru my earlobes and now i have super sweet glass tunnels. the hole is not big enough for my finger, but is still sizeable. i am so pleased! i might have to stay at this size. though i might concede going up to 0 just to have it be zero. (erica, if you want me to do your 4’s, lemme know. cause you can have mine now.)

tonight at work, i got to be in the VIP tent. the VIP tent is heated, full of comfy furniture, has free food, and very few customers. it’s kind of like heaven. including the part about being very boring. the highlights were the bamboo shrimp tree, chocolate dipped strawberries, and some visiting artists from the varekai show. bee-you-ti-full. oh man. this one guy–italian, dark brown wavy hair, cheekbones, accent, whole nine yards. he talked to me for a while at the register about zumanity and cabarets and i almost passed out.

i kind of want to see the photo exhibit of eric kroll’s at the shooting gallery in san francisco. does anyone else want to go? i could go saturday afternoon before i have to go to work. around 12 or 12:30?

press release

sf chron review of show

the thing is that i want them to be true so badly, i refuse to admit that they’re a lie. so maybe, even if i am pulling a kristen, if i work really hard i could still make everything i write true.

cute usher wasn’t at work today. but i’ll let you know what happens tuesday.

i’m contemplating going braidy again. the $800 suddenly flooding my bank account is making me feel rich.

me: so…how many transsexuals do you think are in the show?

cute usher: 2.

me: clever boy. what stage are they in?

cute usher: female on top, male on bottom.

me: and technically that would make them…?

cute usher: hermaphrodites.

me: ya-hoo bingo. you win a prize! do you think we could both fit in one of the toilet stalls at the same time?

and we could. and we did. thank goodness for handicapped bathrooms and 30 minute breaks on 2 show days.

i had the hugest crush on jonathan brandis growing up. and today they found him dead in his home and were calling it suicide.

drew: i should have known you, the white girl, would end up going for the white boy.

me: well, what do you expect? he’s so beautiful he makes my toes drool.

pause.

me: on reflection that doesn’t sound so appealing out loud. and he’s standing behind me isn’t he?

drew: yeah.

cute usher bends over and kisses the side of my neck below the ear.

me: if you…(shudder in deep breath)…if you ration that out as a reward, i’ll be really good.

cute usher: how are your toes doing?

me: soggy, but incredibly happy.

cute usher: well then, i don’t know if i’ll be able to control my kissing sprees.