Had quite a social week this week. Wednesday I ventured into town to meet up with the very lovely Ruffian and his mates Phill and Gray. As usual it was full of love, laughs and all sorts of tales! I always have my favourite nights out with these guys, they make me laugh so much and are so much fun, I never get bored. Weird really seeing as they're a group of early-40s guys, married and divorced with kids! Strange how things turn out isn't it? Maybe I just enjoy the attention lol. I really like Ruffian, and he's the best hugger in the West.

Yesterday was a great day too. Started by heading into town for the Pride march. I LOVE the Pride march, there's such a great atmosphere and everyone smiles and some dance and people dress up and just be who they are. And then of course there's the oiled up guys in skintight pants lol. And curiously lots of lesbians in cowboy hats. Even my lesbian mates can't explain this one.
Quote of Pride:
(camp lispy queen to young cute policemen)
'oooh you're lovely, I want to have your babies'
LOL even the policeman smiled.

Didn't see any original logo t-shirts, which is a shame. The best one I've seen was at Brighton Pride last year on a large butch lesbian
'Dip me in chocolate and throw me to the lesbians'
Fabulous.

Anyway so we did the march, me with lots of glitter, huge jewelled falsh eyelashes, New Rock boots and lots of cleavage; Rallen in jeans and t-shirt looking bemused lol. He felt a bit out of place and underdressed but I told him, he has a bisexual flatmate - that qualifies him! And he's the most unhomophobic straight boy I know.

After the march we shunned the commercialised park event and headed to Clissold Park for a picnic with Pimms. There was 6 of us, me and Rallen, a lesbian couple and 2 gay men. An unexpected effort was made on my friend's part and we ended up with a feast of haloumi and roast vegetables, rice and chickpeas, pastries with cheese and spinich inside (cheesy puffs, of course), and ooooooh loads of lovely stuff. Of course after an hour it rained so we walked back to the lesbians house. We ended up watching some films - Bride of Chuckie (fucking HILARIOUS) and The Hunger. We then watched the top 100 best selling UK singles which turned into a monster bitching session - fablous. All in all it was a really fun day, I totally enjoyed it - even though the false eyelashes itched like a bastard.

So currently I'm sitting watching FUCKING CRICKET due to my ponce of a flatmate. Grrrr. At least he's cooking breakfast though. I've turned it over now and Big Brother USA is on, oh dear. These people are SUCH performers.

It's weird how American culture is SO different. Just the school system itself. In my school there were 450 people and apart from intellect everyone was pretty much the same. In the states everyone seems to get categorised - geeks, jocks, ummm and stuff! How awful, to be that thing. And I get the impression that once you are defined, you tend to stay in that category. I wonder how I would have fared. Like in junior school (age 7 - 11) I was the most intelligent child in my year, but still had quite a sharp sense of humour and was quite well-liked. I also excelled at sport and music. By 12 I was more rebellious, but still a grade A student. I had also developed more than my peers, being 5'8" and well into puberty. By 14 I was kinda gothic/bohemian, which I remain. I was still intelligent and good at music, but couldn't be bothered with sport any more, and didn't make as much effort. I was also flirty, and although more adult than any of them, I was one of the few not to lose my virginity whilst in school. I was popular generally but didn't fit in with a specific group. I used to hang out with different people almost every day, right down to the geeks. I found something interesting in everyone, and usually found that the quieter people were the most funny and interesting. So how would I have been categorised?

Come on American friends, let's hear your perspective on this, I'm really interested.

Hugs to all,

Lou/GD xxx