Sometimes ex-boyfriends are the best…
I call him miserably hung over and he finds out I am in bed naked and freshly showered and is on the way with burgers from Wendy’s. I am so fucking miserable. I know he will feed me and give me a massage and hold me till my pain goes away.

So there is this other guy that really likes me, and I am not sure what to think. He is cute and nice, and fun, and I make out with him, but in my old age I have been becoming a tease. He came home with me and held me all night twice now and I still haven’t done anything but kiss A LOT. He seems so smitten. Jacque thinks I should start dating him. I don’t know. The exes from this past year have really left me not feeling like seeing anyone…that is why the other ex is my safe haven. It seems that all the guys in this town are damaged goods. They are so backwards and fucked up. Atleast I know all of George’s (aka napoleon) hang ups. I call him napoleon because of his napoleonic complex. He is a control freak, but he has realized that he can’t change me, we have come to a great understanding. We no longer argue because I just tell him that I don’t have to listen to his criticizing because I am no longer his girlfriend and if he doesn’t like it there’s the door. Ahhhh, It’s beautiful. All the privledges of a relationship with no bullshit. Even though we still see each other I refuse to call him my boyfriend, he is eternally the ex. And we have always been in an open relationship so I can tell him anything about my twisted love lives. Neither of us have ever been jelous about each other. We have been seeing each other off and on for 4 years. I think I am reluctant to get involved very deeply with others for many reasons, but one of them is because I don’t think anyone I date would understand how George and I work, and if it got serious they would probably be jelous of George. My last fiance was. He hated that George and I talked and George would come over and help me with stuff.

It got really bad when George and I had the mother of his son and my last fiance in the car with us both. There was this tention between the two of them because they knew that George and I are closer to each other like they wanted to be to us.

George was shocked to recently find out he is in love with me. I knew that since we met, with in the first 15 minutes. He is part of why I moved here. The past couple of times he has told me he was inlove with me, I just told him,I know that.” I hold him dear, but I think being inlove is a psychosematic illness. You are inlove because you feel a need to be, and whe you don’t desire such intense passion you just simply love them rather than being in love with them. It’s simply a crush.

I have to admit, I have a larger than life lifestyle, and it can really set me apart from the other people that my lovers date. I can have fun in ways that other people are scared of. I am a bi-sexual dragqueen in a woman’s body. I think in my life I most relate to gay men.