I've opened #fembois as a channel for femboys, girlyboys, fans of such. Etcetera. It was made after a falling out after some drama in a similar channel. Since I didn't like the drama I made my own channel, but with blackjack! And hookers!

I haven't fully established a system of rules yet so far the ground work is in the channel topic:
Welcome to #fembois | A place for feminine guys and friends to hang out and chat. | Talk about anything, from clothing to video games. | No hardcore RP in channel | NSFW material is okay but will be criticized.

I didn't want to make the channel asexual like the last one I came from since I believe sex and gender exploration are linked (Personal opinion, don't want to fight about it). However I don't want it to be explicitly sex oriented. I also don't want it being a hug-box ( http://www.urbandictionary.com/defi.....hp?term=hugbox )

Updates/Edits may come.

Its been awhile since my last journal and I decided to get that other depressing journal off my page. It makes me look like I don't maintain my page care about its appearance (hint: I don't)

News for me:
Around Christmas: Had a fight with my stepmom over the fact that she outed me being gay and a crossdresser to my conservative relatives. Hooray family! Got one of each grade that semester.

My birthday: Was spend with my parents. Sort of boring. Spent the next friday having a party with my close friends and enjoyed their company. Got a new outfit and spent the week free of parents.

Friday after: Had a fight with my parents because I chose to go out crossdressing rather than pick them up at the airport. Jumped through hoops trying to find someone to do me a favor only to have them schedule their own means of conveyance, thus making me cancel said favor. Had a blast at my friend's birthday party as my alternate gendered persona.

Now: Spring break, regained vampiric hours of sleeping during the daytime. Trying to save Earth from Reapers.

Cons: Most likely not attending FWA. May or may not attend Elliot's pending on how my finances turn out.

A couple weeks ago we found out that one of our dogs had a tumor. It was the size of a large melon and was on his spleen. The spleen was removed and all was well. Now our second dog, the older of the two, started limping, leaning, and panting last night. She was taken to the vet and they found that she had a tumor on her liver. Apparently it had ruptured. When I saw her today she had gone blind and could barely catch her breath. The other dog was in the same room as her when she was put down because he had to get stitches removed.

I love the Venture Bros.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqKg.....SCez4&NR=1

Celebrating my twenty first birthday today! I had a wonderful time yesterday at the surprise party my friends threw for myself and three other friends. I was pleasantly surprised, not so good situational awareness. I got a dress, matching underwear, GaGa sunglasses, pirated media, a phallic bubblewand and a bag for my biirthday. Had a total blast.

In other news I have been living back with my parents for awhile, and have tried to grow up into a much more responsible adult. Still looking for a job, but focusing a lot on my studies.


-Edit- I went to the Mai Kai with my parents and friend, and I've had a Daquiri and Pina Colada and some of a Zombie. So I am not completely trashed.

Well my parents just threw me out of the house. I would be lying if I said I felt blindsided by this.
I did something stupid to deserve this. I tried to make raisins by cooking grapes in the oven, the got burned, my dad came home smelled the burnt grapes and launched himself into a drunken rage. I was able to grab my laptop and backpack and the car before I left.

Thankfully a good friend of mine has offered to lodge me for awhile. I hope I do not burden him or his family with my stay. Hopefully I will be able to finish this term of college and get a job so that I may relieve the burden of my stay.

This is just an update in the recent changes of my life.

Today I celebrate something special. Not just my country's independence from those tea-swilling-dentally-unhygienic-red-coat-wearing-queen-skirt-kissing-freedom-hating limeys, but the day I came out of the closet to my family and friends. Yes, its also my own queer little independence day, a day where its not just the fireworks that are producing flames.

At approximately 1 pm on July 4, 2009. My dad asked me about the note I left him for him in the kitchen. I pointed to the hickey I had on my neck, he asked "Who was she?" and I shook his hand and told him it was from a dude.

Some of you may be asking "Why are you sharing this with me?" and my answer is "because I feel entitled". And I promised that I would make a journal about this on the 4th of July. Hopefully I'll play with some fireworks and wreck shit like I normally do on this day, which is my right as an American.

In other news my laptop and P.C. are still down. I tried repairing my laptop but it looks like I'll have to get someone to transfer the data from the HDD first, before I can reformat it and reinstall the OS.

For those that bothered reading this I hope you have a wonderful fourth of July, try not to drink and drive. If you do however remember to suck on activated charcoal tablets to try and fool police breathalyzers, 'tis better to suck coal then to pay for a DUI.

So yeah... my laptop is completely borked. It won't even start up properly now. And I can't reformat it yet because I have information that I need to transfer from there.

You probably won't see me on msn, or yim, or skype much because the computer I am writing this from has one metaphorical foot in the grave. I had to try 7 times to boot this thing up properly. If you need to contact me you'll have to call my cellphone. If I don't know your number you should probably leave a voice mail.

I've also been looking for jobs this past week, and I am getting very frustrated at the scarcity in the job market. And since my laptop broke that probably ruined my chances of doing amateur porn. Not to mention my bank fucked me with a $150 overdraft fee, so I closed my accounts.

I'm too tired to write a proper closing paragraph so goodnight.

Well the good news is I gots me some money to go to Elliot's Spring Gathering, so for all of you who are going I will more than likely see you there. Also got some money to pay for Hotel, Fewd, and commissioning artists whilst there.

On the downside I found out that my grandmother is in the hospital and probably won't make it for very long. The doctor said "If you want to see her now would be the time to do so" or something to that effect. I wouldn't have felt so bad if it wasn't for the callous jokes I made a few days earlier before hearing the news.
-EDIT- 05/06/10: She's dead, Jim.

In other news, I am done with this semester's classes, caught two lizards today, and decided to push my car just to see if I can. And because my parents are away from home dealing with my grandmother I have the house to myself. So I can try and reenact that scene from Risky Business (with Tom Cruise) as much as I want without getting comments from the peanut gallery.

Hmm... I like peanuts, I want some now.

Lately I went to a cardiologist and was told that I have baseline tachycardia and I need to stop swilling caffeine, stop eating salt, and start exercising. I went to the beach to get some exercise, forgot sunscreen, got burned and my face peeled like cheap wallpaper off a sleazy motel. You know the kind that charge by the hour, and the only soundproofing is done by the rats and termites that have colonized the walls.
I have also been commissioning artists more frequently as of late. This fact combined with the advice from my doctor has lead me to develop this new dietary plan:
Instead of spending money on fast food, I'll use the money to commission artists!

So if anyone knows of any artists who are offering commissions let me know. Because honestly, art lasts longer than happy meals, and I can't decorate my room with cheap greasy food wrappers.

As for the exercising, I'll probably end up creating a routine that involves me lighting my pants on fire and sprinting to the pool. The only drawbacks is that I need a lot more pants.

I am only doing this under threat of my life. Normally I don't negotiate with terrorists. Tagged by  ladyeclair

1. Is there anyone of your friends that you would ever consider having sex with? Yes.

2. Sex in the morning, afternoon or night?
Afternoon or night, mornings are when I sleep.

3. What side of the bed do you sleep on?
the middle.

4. Have you ever taken your clothes off for money?
Nope just for fun.

5. Have you ever had sex in the shower or the bath?
I dropped...the soap *sobs*

6. Do you watch/read pornography?
Watched, Read, Made.


7. Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed?
I prefer passive aggressive, or aggressively passive

8. Do you love someone on your blogroll?
That sounds like prison food.

9. Would you choose love or money?
$15 dollah. Anyting you want baybee.

10. Your top three favorite kinks in bed?
Me, Myself, and I

11. Has anyone ever gone beyond your personal line of respect sexually?
respect?

12. Where is the most romantic place you have had sex?
My Car.

13. Where is the weirdest place you have had sex?
See Above

14. Have you ever been caught having sex?
Sorta. Walked in on, but not called out on it.

15. Ever been to a bar just to get sex?
Nope

16. Ever been picked up in a bar?
Funny story, when I was an infant my dad used to rent me out to my uncle so he could use me to pick up women. Other than that, No.

17. Have you ever kissed or had sex with someone of the same sex?
Did you know that the french unhinge their jaw in order to show affection? (Yes)

18. Had sex in a movie theater?
I wish, then I could say "HA HA! Climactic Ending"

20. Had sex in a bathroom?
Contemplated it, but had no one to sex up in said bathroom.

21. Have you ever had sex at work?
I have a job?

22. Bought something from an adult store?
Never been in one.
EDIT: 2/20/10 Yes with friends.

23. Do you own any sex toys?
Yes. And at times I've used things as sex toys that weren't meant for that.

24. Does anyone have naughty pics of you or are you on film?
HAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAH.

25. Have you ever had sex with someone and called them the wrong name?
No, I usually don't say names during sex. Just incoherent grunts, moans, and garbles.

26. Do you think oral sex constitutes as a form of intercourse?
Do I look like Ken Starr?

27. What's your favorite sexual position?
The 68. Thats when you blow me and I owe you one later. If not that, than cowgirl.

28. What's your favorite sex act?
Sah-Do-May-Heeeeee

29. Have you ever had sex with more than one person at a time?
Do HJ's count?

30. Tag anyone?
The Pope

(The purpose of this journal is to amuse myself at a later time in the future, continue reading at your own peril. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED; CONSIDER THIS YOUR DISCLAIMER)

I am quite aware I am two days late for Christmas, and ten days late for Saturnalia. I frequently personify Punctuality and Prudence as nothing more than a couple of common street whores who need to be smacked on, spat on, and put in their place (Further note to self: at a later more financially liberal time commission an artist to personify Punctuality and Prudence as sleazy, scuzzy, frothy Ladies of the Evening) and I will go out of my way to do so.

At the current moment I am doing laundry in my Halloween toga(Read as: Freeballing) because I have procrastinated and have nothing else to wear. After flirting and groping myself in front of the laundry room mirror, I began scent inspection of each laundry piece. I discovered a very queer oddity. Some of the shirts had the smells of unrecognized colognes(I found more than one strange cologne-esque non BO smell). I have formed five hypotheses to whom or what the culprit may be.

A.) I am having olfactory hallucinations (most likely)
B.) My room is a magic smell factory (equally likely)
C.) Gigolos are breaking in to my room and stealing my shirts, later returning them after use. (least likely but most desired)
D.) Quantum Physics
E.) Same as C.) but replace the Gigolos with time traveling invisible leprechauns (least likely and munchkins piss me off)

Now I regret having blocked out learning the process of the Scientific Method in school. That would have been the only way to validate or disqualify these hypotheses.

For all of those who endured that I sincerely hope you had a happy holiday season. I hope you awoke to gifts and presents and not doorhandles with a liberal amount of lipids applied.

(Another note to self: Buy a loincloth so you/I don't have to wear such a ridiculous outfit next time you/I procrastinate doing laundry)

Tuesday September 29th 8:18 PM
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