“The constellations of these stars in the firmament of MacDowall’s beachhouse deck fills me with awe; my mind reels at what possibilities, relationships, conspiracies the various cliques might imply. Lauren Bacall and Rock Hudson! A nude Anthony Perkins (lounged, odalisque) talking to some bald guy, then calling Roddy MacDowall a fucker! Jane Fonda and James Fox! Kibitzing, tanning, eating, swimming, gossiping! (And what kind of high-octane gossip!)”
Come meet some nice people. We’re the awesome queermos. I mean, all queermos are pretty awesome but we’re super awesome. ANYHOO.
SATURDAY THE 28TH OF JANUARY, 2012 THAT’S TOMORROW!!
8PM!!
PLANET OUT IN EDINBURGH!! THAT’S AT 6 BAXTER’S PLACE EH1 3AF!!
PARTNERS AND FRIENDS WELCOME!! THAT’S ALL...
At the same time Aria also kind of looks like a steampunk jailbird which is fitting for steamy punk jailbait.
right? i think that’s what extreme couponing is for. to make you forget about your life. i think that might be the sole purpose of TLC’s existence, actually – so you can forget what it’s like to be you.
oh well this is easy – you’re looking for someone. you have to not be looking for someone in order to find someone. ‘finding someone’ is actually a made up thing. you don’t find people, they find you. just keep a book in your bag and your breath fresh and your eyes open.
hm. i never ‘went out.’ i mean i’ve been out, but not often enough to know anything about bar culture, so i don’t know how you would go about not being awkward. i think the key is smoking? it seems like people who smoke have automatic friends or something. the one time i went to a gay bar alone, i just sat by myself at a table for like 3 hrs texting and checking my email. and drinking. obviously.
also though, if the cat’s being weird, you should probably just leave.
