shortest version possible: moving should not occur more than once in six months. DEFINITELY not in six weeks.

and it is even LESS acceptable when it is all on the account that the possibility of the roommate getting some is far more important than my actual likelihood of ending up in the ICU because he can't tell her not only did i say NO to her moving in at all, but that i said "bring that fucking cat in my house and it will be at the humane society in five minutes" after he was too scared to tell her i'd be dead in six hours... or even TRY to find an alternate home for it until i could move out to my own place like i suggested... because kitty-poo is apparently her veto right to not move here in the first place? (wtf? if you -need- a veto... christ.)

don't get me wrong. i LOVE cats. they are so cute and mysterious and wise... and weird! i wish i could still have them. they are one of my favourite animals! but after developing a severe severe allergy at 10, they will kill me. i can last exactly one hour drugged to the gills in the presence of one before i have to hit the hospital. i keep a separate bag of meds, inhalers, and a watch JUST for going to cat-owner's houses that i keep in my car. living in the same building with one even overnight is a pipe dream. he lied to her and to me about the whole issue, and then announced (with just five days grace) they were both going to be here next week. and he basically told me that getting some was worth more than... my health and safety, and... well. there. i might take a -slight- offense to that.

sigh. there's more. but i'll spare you. or maybe i will fill you in when i am less... Wrath Embodied. i'd be better off at least, if i could channel all this fury into something constructive, but it's just too chaotic and soul-devouring right now. (and writing a song? riiiight. i'll end up with some metal version of Smelly Cat from FRIENDS or something!)

i really just don't get where people like that even come from. or how they ended up in my inner circle of friends... and i didn't notice! *smacking head in shame*

sorry i've been absent in letters and blogs even--i've been up to my throat in unexpected drama and the joys of my quirky/fun (but not nearly paying the bills) day job... and hunting for a new one! which may or may not pay off soon... *crossing fingers*

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~ i am learning that my heart knows its destiny, and my brain is for survival along the journey, but should really learn not to intrude. KLB~

~Love is when another person's happiness is essential to your own.--RAH~

always spread contagion and places for health! good to hear!

thanks! that's not the normal reaction i get when i talk about my androgyny, lol~ usually i get some moron trying to take my pants off to see (thinking hermaphrodite is synonymous) in public, even!... or people visibly shudder, then run for good, forever... or they think it's all in my head, think i can't read it on their faces, and i find out from someone else later.

i was inspired to write about it by a very dear old friend of mine who is in transition, who writes blogs and speaks about it and does youth outreach throughout the midwest. she reminded me how rare i am, that most other glbt people (including transgenders, who obviously know being in the wrong body is possible) don't believe we exist.(it's kind of cool. like being told, "surprise! you are a unicorn!" or a dinosaur. or something.) i thought, "oh. you can take me as an exhibit for your speeches."

and the more we talked, the more i thought, well, fuck. i should write about it then. for people like me that wander around for years going, WHAT the HELL --IS-- THIS??? something that big and odd... somebody has to.

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~ i am learning that my heart knows its destiny, and my brain is for survival along the journey, but should really learn not to intrude. KLB~

~Love is when another person's happiness is essential to your own.--RAH~

....hmmm.... first thought is ‘Being there’

Pleasure bud