Haven't written in a while because I’ve been busy on the road and working on some stuff. I'm going to be on Jeffery and Cole Casserole this Friday at midnight on LOGO, which is exciting, so be sure to tune into that. I'm working on some other exciting stuff that I don’t want to jinx so I'm just gonna tell you about it later.
My weight is still a disaster. I mean I’m becoming more accepting of it and have sort of stopped the binge cycle, which is good. The diner downstairs hasn't heard from me as much and is probably wondering if I finally died.
Today I went shopping with one of my homos and tried on a Zac Posen rubber band skirt in a large and it was pretty depressing. Homo was like "yeah you can't wear that, at least not yet." It looked like someone was fisting some ricotta cheese in a nylon stocking, which, incidentally is an activity homo is very familiar with. That’s what I love about homo; he tells it like it is! He may not have any t-cells left but he's certainly got lots of moxy!
Speaking of AIDS, I wouldn’t mind getting laid myself. It’s been a while, although I did make out with a townie when I was doing some shows in Pittsburgh. I was torturing him from the stage and I guess he has an abuse fetish because he came up to me after and put his big masculine arms around my even bigger and more masculine waist and squeezed it and pulled me on top of his 20-year-old boner and stuck is tongue down my throat. He had a tattoo of a miller beer can on his bicep which I have to say was pretty hot in a "Let’s smoke some meth and beat up on some fags and blacks" sort of way.
I still have this stupid belief that I won't really get a man until I’m a certain size, which is stupid I know. Maybe one of the reasons I’m still not "that size" is so I can hold off on love for a while. Let the old ticker heal. Such stupid girl stuff. Puke (I wish)
But I have to say I am happy and doing good and good things are happening so I keep on movin. And as I sit here and type, my stomach resting comfortably on my lap, I think to myself, Bruce Vilanch, (that's what I call myself sometimes) Bruce Vilanch, take a fucking shower because you’re starting to smell like the poor.
Have a wonderful week button's!
