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"Americans for Truth" article exposes "twisted perversions" at Chicago's Palmer House Hilton.
...and just guess who they've got a photo of.
The “orientation” of this grown man in a diaper and sucking on a baby pacifier is “infantilism.” He was photographed in the lobby of the Palmer House Hilton at IML 2006.
I've finally made it! I'm not the one my mother warned me about... I'm the one that right wing freaks use to warn their people about us! |
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Shitty day.
but weeeeirder. WAY weirder than that...
I don't GET déja vu. EVER. Well... once in a great while... and only at SUPER-fucking-weird and radically karmically important moments.
And today... during an overwhelmingly annoying day, it happened again.
Twice.
First, while I was standing outside of a new club I'm trying to get setup... While the owners were being dicks and I was reeeally annoyed by them, so I was havin a smoke outside... So I was on the phone. With a vendor. About a lighting system.
And there was a guy near me, workin for this club... talkin on his phone about "ladies night" promos.
except
I'd BEEN there before.
The first time I was there.
I was on the phone. Outside, having a smoke. Talkin to the same vendor about the same lighting system. And a guy was outside near me, talkin on his phone about "ladies night" promos. SAME conversation. Verbatim.
I don't normally notice coincidences... But that was tooooo many factors all at once.
Freaked me the fuck out.
But I was annoyed enuff that I ignored it.
Then, since the bar owners were being fuckin wankers, I threw a fit and went home.
==[ time passes ]==
Driving home from da bars tonight, listening to some tunes at full volume (I just installed new speakers that fucking ROCK in my car... you should see the shitty stock speakers I pulled out and gave a decent burial)...
On Lake Drive, near my house... Another déja vu. This already happened to me, a couple weeks ago:
I was drivin home, and a rabbit dashed out onto the road. I didn't have time to brake. I was on the phone with *wb* at the time... and I actually started crying over hitting the bunny.
THIS time, I managed to hit the brakes in time, as another rabbit (or the same one?) dashed out from the exact same fucking spot that one dashed out from last time. Since I missed him this time, that means I did something right, right?
I hope so.
Cuz I need some sort of positive moment today.
Everything else is stressing me the fuck out...
Déja vu is supposed to mean something other than just a glitch in the matrix... If you're given any opportunity to do something over again, ya hope you did it right this time...
I think.
I think.
Now I'm just hoping that when I wake up tomorrow, it'll be a different day. Maybe warm. Maybe good. Somethin new... |
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I'm not sure how to begin this.
Unlike a great deal (ALL) of my blogs, this one is very important.
Unlike a great deal (ALL) of my posts, I'm gonna try and keep this concise.
I was informed earlier this weekend that my son, Matthew Maas, passed away.
Of a drug overdose.
We hadn't spoken in over a year... Mostly mutual blame, if there is any.
I wasn't happy with you, but that could've been lived through. Even after all you did.
but you left with unfinished business.
I truly feel I've lost my child.
For those of you that don't know, Dave and I did have children. "Adopted." Matthew we adopted at age 15 (about 14 years ago), and both Dave and I gave him all we could... help and understanding and love and guidance... and gave him a home as best we could, whenever we could. He had had a very rough life before that, and afterward, I know we at least gave him someplace(s) he could call home. Given his unceasingly tumultuous existence... from start to finish... I'm honored that he considered us his parents, and all in all, good times and bad (yes, many of both), I'm glad to have had a child like Matt.
I listen to this song... Can't decide whether it's reassuring me or mocking me. We spent most of a lifetime as family... I'm pretty sure I knew you well. but I wish I could've done more. I know that I couldn't have.
But I wish we'd had more time.
I'm not sure how to end this.Current Music: The Fray: How To Save A Life |
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Okay... I'm not actually fleeing... But I am headin toward England! FINALLY!I've never even left the country before... so this should rock!
I am currently sitting in O'Hare Airport, International Terminal, Gate M16... About a mile away from the last point I had an opportunity to have a cigarette. A situation really exacerbated by the cute lil british lady sitting across from me ranting about the same thing. Stop saying "cigarette" dammit!
Y'know, everyone sitting around me in the lil waiting area here all has a British (or nearby) accent. I wonder... when I'm flying back home, will everyone sittin around me at that waiting area have aggravatingly American accents?
Security screening wasn't nearly as nightmarish as I'd expected... Took a helluva lot longer to stand in line at check-in.
Well, there's 90 minutes until I should actually be on my way across the Pond! FINALLY!I feel like I'm achieving a personal milestone in becoming a real person.
Updates should be posted a few times while I'm away... Stay tuned for the Exciting Adventures of the newly-internationalized BabyDavee!
Nov. 30th, 2006 @ 06:05 pm
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I'm having a stupid day. Literally... according to my biorhythm.
I can probably lift heavy things tho.
I need a nap.
Sep. 21st, 2006 @ 06:24 pm
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| » They wonder why I'm bitter... |
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Soooo...
I was at Triangle tonight (I know... on a Tuesday? SHOCKING!) and I was talking with one of those guys I know from seeing him out at the bar... for like forever... We're just bar acquaintances, but he knows who I am, and I know who he is.
So.
We're talking... and discussing why I'm not getting laid. I say I'm just lookin for a nice guy... who's hot and smart and kinky too... and he says we're all lookin for a nice, hot, kinky guy. I said "Nooooooo... Cuz I am one and being kinky is the reason I'm not gettin laid."
He said "I'm gonna go out on a limb... I have a question." I said "It's true." He said "I heard..." I said "It's true." He said "I heard... you like DIAPERS." I said "I just said it's true. Among many other things... But that's the reason I'm not gettin any... No matter what, any time someone even mentions me in this town, that comes up."
I cited an example:
At a restaurant, a few weeks ago, I waved at someone I knew (another basic bar acquaintance) who had arrived with his boyfriend in tow.
His boyfriend asked him who he was waving to.
He replied, "BabyDavee.He's a DJ.They call him BabyDavee cuz he has a diaper fetish."
No break, no breath, no need for him to explain all that, but that's how I get brought up.
EVERY fucking TIME.
I relate this to the long-term bar acquaintance I've been chatting with and he says, with total sincerity...
"I didn't know you're a DJ!"
*sigh*
Sep. 20th, 2006 @ 02:51 am
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Mmhmm...
I got up... did my thang... Was watching "My Fair Lady" on AMC... then the phone rang. My Aby admin... talkin about some site updates n stuff... okay... wait... Since when is My Fair Lady in bluetooth-y stereo?
ROFLMAO... Naturally, my equally Gay admin counterpart Mikey is also watching My Fair Lady. Guess it's singalong time. *giggles madly*
Anyway... We worked on FAQs and shit... til ring ring... URGENT phone call... OMG I hadda run...
[Descriptive paragraph on what I did from 3:15 til 5:45 deleted at insistence of primary subject/object of actions/activities. Ask WB if u really need to know.]
Took a nap... went out... boring night... until...
Chattin with some friends at L'etc...
a pretty cute boy I've never met before approaches us... chats with all of us about the "one-of-a-kind" shirt he was wearing.
He's kinda cute... 22y/o, eyebrows entirely too shaped... but I could deal with that.
He's flirting... I'm flirting...
He says I need to be more dominant.
I say "I can, but I'm super kinky... not sure if you're ready for that."
He says (batting eyelashes, flashing eyes, bein so flirty) "No such thing. I'm not worried, I've seen it all!
The only thing I don't do is DIAPERS!"
*sigh*
Missed it by thatmuch.
Jul. 8th, 2006 @ 03:29 am
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Ohhhhh AndrewTom...
*whimper* He's so hot.
...and he leaps and frolics and cavorts about...
lounges erotically in those so so sexy red briefs...
wears a retro-hottie headband and armband...
gropes himself since I can't molest him
cuz he only exists for me on screen...
and he even cleans!
I don't need an actual boyfriend...
I've got my man, thanks to the Interweb.
dammit.. now I'm missing Buffy all over again.
[EDIT] For clarity... That boy, Tom, played Andrew. On Buffy. the series.
Jul. 6th, 2006 @ 10:20 pm
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| » Happy fourth. |
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I am one hell of a guy, I can do anything I want only I just don't have the faintest idea what.
-Zaphod Beeblebrox
That pretty much sums up my state of mind... The in[s]anity of the post-weekend-weekend should be over now... I hope.
I missed the fireworks.
That's probably okay.
On the less-relevant side...
I'm currently obsessed with a few things.
1. The Honda Ruckus.
godDAMN I want one....
It's like baby butch!
And it gets 100MPG.
2. My future husband, Ze Frank.
Beautiful. Brilliant. Sarcastic. Sexy.
He's straight. *le sigh*
But if he weren't... Ohhhhh what I'd do...
3. Flip-flops.
I haven't bought flip-flops in like 15 years. I've bought 3 pair in the last 3 weeks. I finally found some that fit. I'm still re-learning to walk in em tho. But I feel so trendy... Then again, wearing black rubber tight-fitting semi-SM bondage-y restrictive things on my naked feet, I also sorta feel like I'm doing something naughty and vaguely sexual all the time. It's a good thing.
4. The word "peculiar".
Somebody around me said it recently... now it's stuck in my head. And it keeps popping up in conversation. I need some new synonyms, I think. Or a whole new thesaurus.
Anyway... that's my coredump for tonight... off to bed!
Jul. 5th, 2006 @ 02:35 am
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| » I'm blogging this. |
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The t-shirt just says "I'm blogging this."
...which would've been a good birthday gift. But since the vast majority of the people who (in this entry) will hereafter be referred to as "friends" neglected to remember that I would have a birthday, was going to have a birthday, was having a birthday, did have a birthday, had a birthday, or was otherwise engaged in the inevitable act of aging, it was not, regrettably, a gift of any kind.
Anyway...
Here we are again
Where?
Why...
( Highlights are NOT for children! )
Jun. 30th, 2006 @ 02:21 am
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