No, I have not suddenly become religious, to anticipate that question. 
I'll try to catch up in here more often, mostly writing on the themes, as this is not my primary blog, but here and there I'll share a personal anecdote. Today it will be that...
I am a rabid fan of George Michael.
He was hugely popular in the 80s, when I was a young child, and I begged my mother to take me to his concert in the Louisiana Superdome in New Orleans, where I was born and lived at the time, when he came to give a concert. I was age 7 and my parents were in the middle of their horrendous divorce. I guilt-tripped her into buying floor tickets instead of paying her lawyer (who was useless anyway and slept with clients, but that's another story - he was disbarred for the same years ago) and then she broke her knee walking down a step at a McDonald's. I think she got a settlement out of it, but I'm not sure and it wouldn't have been substantial - just enough for medical bills. Louisiana's justice system is weird and I like it. Mostly.
I was heartbroken not because my mother broke her knee, but because that meant I probably wouldn't be going to the concert as promised. My father, as he always does to this day (my father is my best friend - he is a GREAT man even when he pisses me off, and I
him), stepped up to the plate. He bitched and bawwed a little bit, because he considered George Michael "faggoty" (not that I knew what that was at the time)... but he took me to the concert. I'm sure that had to have been painful for him. I love you Daddy if you're lurking - he does not have a BL screen name but he knows about BL and will donate when he has the means. He lives about 45 minutes from me, which is great because I can hop a train to see him. It is still early, I might fuck off from work early to go have dinner at home. 
I need to do laundry too and it is free there. It's awful to have panic disorder sometimes, though now that I am on Valium I am so calm I can literally not get angry. Feels good man.
Anyways, back to George Michael. If he was not a gay man with a history of GHB and glory holes, I'd be on that so fast, and I'd get a free pass from my beau. Unfortunately, I'm not a gay man. Why can't George Michael be bi like Elton John? I'd hit that like a trainwreck in the dressing rooms at Hammersmith in London in a fucking heartbeat. I'd even let him blow a line off my boobs, take pics, and not sell them to the Sun.
Oh, yes, and GM as an artist. He was DJing before it became popular. I don't know how to spin records without wrecking them, but luckily my friends mostly can. I'll get a set of tables someday. I admire production in musical works, and GM's flawless. I also like open sexuality without being too explicit in my music (similar to my own sex life which is on hold for now, so I need some kind of outlet). Ohhh yes.
I cheat on GM because he doesn't care and I'd never want a celebrity as a boyfriend permanently, I've never met him and he is gay anyway. He'd probably feel me up because gay men seem to be fascinated by breasts, but my ultimate fantasy will never be realized. I cheat on him with INXS, primarily, in addition to electronic music, particularly vocal trance. One of my friends did a stellar Madonna-INXS mashup. I nearly died of happiness. I'll post it here if he's cool with it, have to ask first. It's sick as fuck and I'm sure at least a few of you would love it.
I am a gay man trapped in a woman's body. It acts up at times, memories of how it became that way... I am certainly not trans, though. I love being female despite the annoyances at times. I also have a career where gender is not an issue as we are all equals - still I am a girly, girly, girl with the mind of a man at times. It's typical of female Aries. So I would never be right for George Michael. He's an Aries too. I get along famously with my own sign (not usually the case, but we Arians can hang together, ask any of my Arian friends), and I wish I could meet George Michael as it would be like a house on fire if only I had a penis.
Michael Hutchence from INXS might comfort me, but he is unfortunately deceased, so I walk alone in this regard for now.
I am back to figuring out what I will do today. It's raining horribly, which does not help, so I may go home to work. Dinner with Dad would be awesome, but I don't have my car with me (it's in his garage) so I have to decide whether the train will trigger a panic attack, and not get shitty on Valium first. 5 mg is even seeming like too much (and I am prescribed a LOT, we'll leave it at that) and I'd rather catch up on volunteer work and mailing two Aquarians their birthday gifts, perfectly wrapped with love, because that's one way I navigate through life these days. With love, affection, affinity, and that applies to platonic friendships too.
If you, my reader, are of similar mind, here are some treats courtesy of Youtube. Both apply to my life at the moment, though I am not ready to say why just yet.
George Michael - Fast Love
George Michael & Elton John - Don't Let the Sun Go Down On Me
Yes, this is love, inspiration, sluttiness and profundity all at once. Go, go, go.
Yes, George Michael, if you are ever in a place to fuck women, I'd rock you to your own song.
Horny posa is horny.
I'll try to catch up in here more often, mostly writing on the themes, as this is not my primary blog, but here and there I'll share a personal anecdote. Today it will be that...
I am a rabid fan of George Michael.
He was hugely popular in the 80s, when I was a young child, and I begged my mother to take me to his concert in the Louisiana Superdome in New Orleans, where I was born and lived at the time, when he came to give a concert. I was age 7 and my parents were in the middle of their horrendous divorce. I guilt-tripped her into buying floor tickets instead of paying her lawyer (who was useless anyway and slept with clients, but that's another story - he was disbarred for the same years ago) and then she broke her knee walking down a step at a McDonald's. I think she got a settlement out of it, but I'm not sure and it wouldn't have been substantial - just enough for medical bills. Louisiana's justice system is weird and I like it. Mostly.
I was heartbroken not because my mother broke her knee, but because that meant I probably wouldn't be going to the concert as promised. My father, as he always does to this day (my father is my best friend - he is a GREAT man even when he pisses me off, and I
him), stepped up to the plate. He bitched and bawwed a little bit, because he considered George Michael "faggoty" (not that I knew what that was at the time)... but he took me to the concert. I'm sure that had to have been painful for him. I love you Daddy if you're lurking - he does not have a BL screen name but he knows about BL and will donate when he has the means. He lives about 45 minutes from me, which is great because I can hop a train to see him. It is still early, I might fuck off from work early to go have dinner at home. I need to do laundry too and it is free there. It's awful to have panic disorder sometimes, though now that I am on Valium I am so calm I can literally not get angry. Feels good man.Anyways, back to George Michael. If he was not a gay man with a history of GHB and glory holes, I'd be on that so fast, and I'd get a free pass from my beau. Unfortunately, I'm not a gay man. Why can't George Michael be bi like Elton John? I'd hit that like a trainwreck in the dressing rooms at Hammersmith in London in a fucking heartbeat. I'd even let him blow a line off my boobs, take pics, and not sell them to the Sun.
Oh, yes, and GM as an artist. He was DJing before it became popular. I don't know how to spin records without wrecking them, but luckily my friends mostly can. I'll get a set of tables someday. I admire production in musical works, and GM's flawless. I also like open sexuality without being too explicit in my music (similar to my own sex life which is on hold for now, so I need some kind of outlet). Ohhh yes.
I cheat on GM because he doesn't care and I'd never want a celebrity as a boyfriend permanently, I've never met him and he is gay anyway. He'd probably feel me up because gay men seem to be fascinated by breasts, but my ultimate fantasy will never be realized. I cheat on him with INXS, primarily, in addition to electronic music, particularly vocal trance. One of my friends did a stellar Madonna-INXS mashup. I nearly died of happiness. I'll post it here if he's cool with it, have to ask first. It's sick as fuck and I'm sure at least a few of you would love it.
I am a gay man trapped in a woman's body. It acts up at times, memories of how it became that way... I am certainly not trans, though. I love being female despite the annoyances at times. I also have a career where gender is not an issue as we are all equals - still I am a girly, girly, girl with the mind of a man at times. It's typical of female Aries. So I would never be right for George Michael. He's an Aries too. I get along famously with my own sign (not usually the case, but we Arians can hang together, ask any of my Arian friends), and I wish I could meet George Michael as it would be like a house on fire if only I had a penis.
Michael Hutchence from INXS might comfort me, but he is unfortunately deceased, so I walk alone in this regard for now.
I am back to figuring out what I will do today. It's raining horribly, which does not help, so I may go home to work. Dinner with Dad would be awesome, but I don't have my car with me (it's in his garage) so I have to decide whether the train will trigger a panic attack, and not get shitty on Valium first. 5 mg is even seeming like too much (and I am prescribed a LOT, we'll leave it at that) and I'd rather catch up on volunteer work and mailing two Aquarians their birthday gifts, perfectly wrapped with love, because that's one way I navigate through life these days. With love, affection, affinity, and that applies to platonic friendships too.
If you, my reader, are of similar mind, here are some treats courtesy of Youtube. Both apply to my life at the moment, though I am not ready to say why just yet.
George Michael - Fast Love
George Michael & Elton John - Don't Let the Sun Go Down On Me
Yes, this is love, inspiration, sluttiness and profundity all at once. Go, go, go.
Yes, George Michael, if you are ever in a place to fuck women, I'd rock you to your own song.
Horny posa is horny.
