Living The Go-Girl Lifestyle

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What a weekend. I was worried that I had retired for some time there. What, with my weekends of tea toddling and cursory political meta-referential discussion followed by hard weeks at Local Unionized Grocery Store, I thought perhaps I'd dried up.

Leave it for well-enough kept Toronto queer scene-ish party Vazeleen to get my booty shaking once more. I'd planned on being a troupe of Ninjas. But Raymond (stingray1975) decided he had a better costume. And I'd forgot parts of mine at home. So long story short John (jgrizz and Greg (plaidninja) kept to the plan. I became some sort of expired martial arts enthusiast from the 1980s. We drank, danced and I ended up in a place I never expected to be stone cold sober wearing a wig with a handsome man. One more unnecessary life experience to check off there.

Right, Vazeleen. What's so great about this party is that it's this awesome intersection of people. Indie gays, rock dykes, aesthete bears and all sorts of queer people come together and have an excellent time. I asked several people what band played but it was too fucking noisey to find out. Some caveman mook rock dance band from Montreal whom were not great but definitely performed well and had the party moving.

Saturday was Marget Cho with a bunch of gays. I've seen only a few performances by the woman and have always laughed. However her DVDs had my sides splitting. That doesn't happen very often to me, although I wish it would. We headed to the ghetto and slutted it up on the street. Some non-bear-club promoter bear club double speak party was happening above O'Grady's and seemed to be dispersing right as me and my gays arrived. Or at least all the guys I wanted to have sex with seemed to be leaving. Oh harshness, I know but whatever. I was ripped on Cho. cheap Australian wine and ready to fierce it. The street was exciting but not too much so. Gays dressed up as Hooters girls accosting Police squad cars etc.

I woke up the next morning and went to work. Handed out candy in Westdale and Martin and Lindsey's sitting around watching various weblog bits on the notebook WiFi New TV thingy. Went to bed slept like a rock... be more entertaining. OK. I'm try.

I joined a punk band and had my first rehearsal last night. They are called Red Label and play music I don't really listen to. So I am working as Ms. Bass discoing up their cute brand of hardcore metal punk with a nice slather of disco pink. The amp at the jam pad is much better than mine and can make a fierce cutting crunchy pick brushing sound when we really get into a groove. We'll see how it goes but it's my duty in the band thus far to have them do less dramatic metal turn around tempo stop theatrics and just stick to a little more jam.

To work! Afterwards an election party at Brendan's. Where we will drink to Kerry's win or continue drinking for Bush's until we are no longer conscious.

Obligatory Election Post

I voted.

Last July. And the Liberal party won even though the polls predicted a conservative majority. Well, that's a half truth. We have a minority government which with the seats of the NDP (Lefty party) or Bloc Québecquois (Francophone party) combined has control of the house.

But yeah, my point is about the polls. They're bullshit. Seriously, people are just like you. They change their mind up until the last minute, many of them. There is still an element of chance here.

But like many others I am strangely optimistic tonight. Combining the technical but not popular win of the GOP last year with the utterly pathetic mismanagement of the most important country in the world will have an effect. How that effect has been most effectively spun in the USA is still largely unknown.

Regardless of outcome the sun will rise tomorrow and the next presidential term will be an interesting one. Canada and the rest of the world is on your side in favour of a democratic process that works and equality for all Americans through inclusion.

Keep the faith and if you haven't voted then hop to it!