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I wanna join the gay rodeo.
Alright children, there is much I must must update you on. No really, the usual thrills of life only: more death, more grief, making destiny, expressions of love and care, getting lost, feeling helpless, challenging yourself, moving, making things and friends, and whole heaping mounds of change in general.
BUT in the mean time since my laptop has been infected by some Italian porno advert virus (and the ‘Computer Guru’ is a total yerk 4 sho) for now till I can get my hands on the proper updates I had written, you’ll be getting the fairly inane day to day ones. Beginning with:
Last night at karaoke my dream came true. Yes. There in the middle of the cleared dance floor, gleaming, resting still an majestic, surrounded by bouncy air mattresses and scattered hay..was…A Bucking Mechanical Bull!
As if by talking about it a month ago at the very same event had brought it into being.
I signed a waiver, took a quick anxious pee and hopped the hell on that thing and grabbed the horn. YeeeHAW!!
Apparently I was the only person to stay on the damn thing. If you ask me they didn’t turn the thing up as fast as it could go. I was kinda disappointed by the end of the ride. Next time if they have it again I’m gonna spank the damn thing till they have it bucking off its hydraulics.
It was only after talking to my friends I realized how sexualized and simply sexist the bull was- mostly women were riding it as if it were some dude they were grinding and mostly dudes were a hollerin’ at this display.
Of course, in Ari’s little head, the bull was obviously there for the single purpose of making my week. F the pedestrian onlookers.
last modified Nov 5, 2006 at 20:27
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