....The (gag) Horror.....

I can't even go into detail about anything else right now as I just literally shuddered reading this profile on Romeo from someone trying to hit me up for sex. Problem number one? 5'3, 297lbs. Let me just....post....ugh. Oh god.

I need to explain.I am 79 and I need my nurse, Mrs Holland to help me sometimes. First, she has to unplug me from the dialysis machine. Then she detaches my colostomy bag and cleans up the area. She helps me into my special frame where my legs are held open and my back supported. If she has to, she will spray my anal ulcers with anaesthetic. It can hurt sometimes when they flare up. Then she will cover your penis with disinfectant and lubricant and help you insert your cock inside me but only if you are not erect. If you are erect you will hurt me. She uses a spoon to help you in. Then when you are erect you can ejaculate inside me.

I need to go throw up. Excuse me.

Priiiiiiiide! (London, London, London...)

Yeah so this past Saturday was London Pride. Actually I wasn't going to go, because I didn't feel like it after the horrible experience of Farnborough the day before, but I realized it was a beautiful day and I really wanted to see it, so I dragged myself out the bed and threw on my Shiva wrap and a ton of silver glitter and headed down to Central.




It was really fun. I couldn't believe there were that many people out there. I guess that's what happens when gays decide that they want to do something worthwhile. Apparently it was supposed to happen in Soho but with the restructuring of the city, the council had told them that it wasn't going to happen because of a space ordinance and gave them the opportunity to get back to the 20,000 per bar in lost revenue or the ability to move it to Trafalgar Square. They chose option B, naturally.

Anyway, got down there and it was really nice to see everyone in support of gay rights. From what I understand, there was a million people plus there, which is awesome. I ran into Jon for a couple of minutes, and went off to enjoy the festivities, heading to Wagamama's afterward for dinner and lychee. It was a very nice day overall and I'm really happy I went.



What I would like to know is why so many gay dudes act like they are so offended by the idea of Pride? I got about sick and tired of people telling me (Tom included) that Pride is just whatever and that it's too sissified or whatever for them to go. I guess when you live in a place where such things are grounded and downplayed, you get the chance to act out when you get the chance. I guess maybe in places where it's considered pretty normal, it's not that big a deal but still he goes to school in Louisiana, and so I thought he'd understand my wanting to go a bit more. I'll talk more about that later.

July in Farnborough.

Wow this week has been so long. So, so, long. I'm glad that it's over. I can't express that enough. I've just been plowing through the script this week, trying to work on it for Liz and get it up to snuff. I had to make some pretty significant changes to the style of it, but I'm thinking that the style and the pace is much better suited now, so hopefully Liz will agree.

Other than that, it's pretty much been same ole same old. I went to Farnborough today, to an HE Fair that Tara sent me to because I wanted to get out of the city. In hindsight, I'm not sure that was a good thing because I had nothing but problems getting there and back. Getting there was easy enough, when the taxi picked me up this morning. I got to Clapham Junction and then that was where everything went wrong. Giving them the reservation they couldn't find anything and I was sitting there looking stupid. So I just went ahead and bought a ticket for myself. But doing this made me super late, and when I went to the staircase, I had to get in this weird contraption that I rolled in and she had to lower me backwards up the steps. Picture an adult-sized pram with military tread on the bottom. I can't think of any other way to put it. But I've never been so humiliated. It was very loud, very slow. I couldn't even look out at the people coming up the steps because I felt so humiliated. Then I got on the train and got there.

The fair was fine. Very long. But fine. And then I got ready to leave, got back to the station and talked to the manager and was told there was no way for disabled people to get across to the other side to get to Clapham Junction. So I had to head all the way down the track to this place Basingstoke and then go back to Clapham. Almost made me miss the Roehampton Car appointment I had. So annoying. So unnecessary. I don't think I'll be doing that again. Ugh.