Or just Camp. Yes. let's stick to Camp. Explanation below.
I went to a braai in Parklands last night, in one of the few areas of Darklands NOT riddles with crime, where walking your dogs in the evening actually excludes the Tazer and the security spray. I was invited and taken by my friend N and her wingman. Now, the evening started out all nice and calm and stuff, but as is typical at gatherings featuring more than six queers, three quarters of the room knew each other and made no attempt to draw the three of us in. The hostess and her sister, certainly, but that's because they're actually nice girls.
So, the sister's girlfriend has issues, much of it family-orientated. It got a bit much to handle and she and N spent some time chatting in the bathroom ( luckily the house has two loos ). During that time, the girl for whom the braai had been arranged, also an N, was having her drink and her straight little brother went into the bathroom and asked what the fuck was going on? Man, was that the wrong thing at the wrong time to say for the Wingman to hear. From there things just sort of went south and very badly degraded. The next thing anyone knows the Wingman is enemy #1 and the other N wants to climb into him. If not for my N and the hostess, I do really think something would have happened. A compromise was reached that Straight Boy ( and he really is more like a little boy than a 20-year-old ) and the Wingman wouldn't even look at each other for the rest of the night, and yes, it took almost an hour, but finally a good time was had by all.
Or so it seemed by the time I left.
About an hour after I got home N texted me to say it's just as well I was home - the other N and her bedamned friend caused kak with N and the Wingman in any case! and the poor girlfriend wasn't left out of it either.
You know, it's things like this that really make me ashamed to call myself queer. I mean, really, we've tried so hard for so long to break out of the stereotyping of "guys are fem" and "girls are butch" ( you should know what I mean ) and that the guys run from fights while the girls go looking for them. I mean, my god, what the fuck happened last night? You didn't like the way he LOOKED at your brother!? Grow the FUCK UP!! Stupid woman, you and your friend give queers everywhere a kak name, and it's those like you, that look for fights and run towards the trouble and WANT to make life difficult for others that the world sees, that the world associates with the rest of us, guy or girl, and says, "Look at how terrible they are!"
So, the CTTA have a nice artistic project to work one: design your twelve favourite tarot cards using playing cards as the stock and build them up from there. I LOVE the idea! As it happens, I saw a blog entry somewhere by a lady who does just that, taking little things litke playing cards and building works of art onto them - it might even have been on DeviantArt. We have carte blanche to use whatever we want or can to create our tarot cards. We will get to develope a closer relationship with our chosen cards and can even use our cards of the year as our models ( your card of the year is your personal card for the current year, in case you're wondering - e-mail me for instructions if you want them :) ). Mine, for instance, works out to Key 11: Justice. Or Strength, depending on the style of your deck ( RWS or Marseilles ). Huh... I just had a thought: you could then use either card if your card of the year boils down to 11. Or the Key 2: The High Priestess if you REALLY want to reduce it all the way down.
HA HAAA!! Enough moaning and babbling now.
Have a blessed week - LOTSA LOVE!!
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