king lezzard

its weird being a deeply by nature "just some guy" type of dyke (and ESPECIALLY an asexual one) cus occasionally people take me to drag shows or burlesque or cabaret events or whatever and i sit there feeling like someones uncle

going to the barbers is kind of a mixed bag cus on one hand it feels incredibly bad to express any kind of want or desire to look a certain way and even worse to explain what that might look like, but on the other hand it does feel incredibly good to have your head gently manhandled by a turkish bloke called deano for half an hour

through my own toil and painful exertion ive recently become someone who can just-about-kind-of talk to people at social gatherings which is pretty great for me and less great for the guy i was briefly friends with in primary school who has to hear me 3 drinks deep try to explain how morrissey and johnny marr were secret gay lovers

walking thru the village where i grew up always gives me such fun throwbacks like oh hey thats the garden i broke into that one time to genuinely steal pond water. mind you this wasn't when i was 13 or whatever, i was like 20. fuckall else to do in the south west