Political Tirade – Long Way to Happy
I rented a car and visited my best friend, Lisa, this weekend. It was a nice time, and felt good to get out of town. So much has happened in my life in such a short time span that, sometimes, I don’t realize how overwhelmed I feel until I step out of my daily environment.
The latest saga—some of which I haven’t blogged about, hence my recent silence—is work-related. In a nutshell, we had a rather large layoff last week. No, I didn’t lose my job, but some people I’ve known for a long time did, including my work-partner. So, now, it’s just me—I’m it for IT Training, and that’s pretty incredible to me.
Many other factors in my life are bringing me, presently, to what, today, feels like my lowest point in nearly 3 years. On the surface I am managing, but there’s just a lot of “hurry up and wait” because most of the depressing bullet-points are completely out of my control. All I can do is to take care of myself, which I am managing to do with modest success, but before, just a month ago, when I felt like I was finally shifting out of first gear, and into second, now I’m just idling in neutral…And it doesn’t matter how much I rev my engines. I might be behind the wheel, but others are under the hood.
So, what the fuck am I saying anyway? Don’t you just love my car-analogies? I know you do!
Lisa asked me when I was going to start updating my blog again because she missed my political tirades, as few and far between as they were. So, here you go, sweetheart—this one has been brewing for some time:
As an extremely modest word-sleuth, I hate the word “gay” in reference to homosexuality, but I nevertheless use it. Personally, I like the less politically correct “queer” and “dyke”—they resonate with me for some lone-wolf reason that I may never understand no matter how many Cadillacs I buy for my therapist. In all truth, I wish there was no distinction beyond the scientific, but we as a race of people have a long way to go before we see ourselves as merely humans—and, yes, we’re all guilty.
That being said, I will now say this: I AM GAY!
I am gay. I am queer. I am lesbian. I’m a dyke. I am a homo, a faggot, a lesbo, a carpet-muncher, but not a fudge-packer or a cock-sucker—just call me butch, and we’ll understand each other just fine, my friend. Clear now? Good, carry on…
Being mildly depressed as I am, I can’t tell you how uplifting it is to hear everyone from the President of the United States to my co-workers chime in on the same-sex marriage “issue” every day for the last bloody week. (Oh, I so love when someone calls it an "issue"—here, let me introduce you to my 2 x 4, esé.)
/sarcasm
I’ve stayed remarkably silent about the whole thing, for several reasons, one of them being out of a respect for a closeted friend; the other is that I worry that if I let myself get angry, I’m going to get angry about everything afflicting me, make rash decisions, and generally tell everyone kicking me while I’m down to suck shit out of my ass with a straw and choke. And don’t expect me to call 911, because they don’t give a shit about me: I’m just the crazy dyke in the purple house with a rap sheet.
But, I’m tired of remaining silent, because it’s not doing me any good—I still don’t have anything to look forward to, or even any fucking email. 12 days and counting, chica...
This post isn’t about same-sex marriage; so sorry. It’s about me, and I am not here for your entertainment; I am not an experiment; I’m not here to be a token friend so you feel progressive or flattered by my compliments; and I’m not a political tactic.
The only difference between you and me, my friend, is that I can make a woman climax with just a kiss and a persistent thigh, my dick is always hard, and I can tell if she’s faking. Oh, yea, and I’m a carpet-munching, spiky-haired dyke with a breaking heart and a soft white underbelly called you.
You really wanna know what the fuck an orgasm is all about? Call me--I just had a manicure.
Long Way to Happy
by P!nk
One night to you
Lasted six weeks for me
Just a bitter little pill now
Just to try to go to sleep
No more waking up to innocence
Say hello to hesitance
To everyone I meet
Thanks to you years ago
I guess I'll never know
What love means to me but oh
I'll keep on rolling down this road
But I've got a bad, bad feeling
It's gonna take a long time to love
It's gonna take a lot to hold on
It's gonna be a long way to happy, yeah
Left in the pieces that you broke me into
Torn apart but now I've got to
Keep on rolling like a stone
Cause it's gonna be a long long way to happy
Left my childhood behind
In a roll away bed
Everything was so damn simple
Now I'm losing my head
Trying to cover up the damage
And pad out all the bruises
Do you know I had it
So it didn't hurt to lose it
Didn't hurt to lose it
No but oh
I'll keep on rolling down this road
But I've got a bad, bad feeling
It's gonna take a long time to love
It's gonna take a lot to hold on
It's gonna be a long way to happy, yeah
Left in the pieces that you broke me into
Torn apart but now I've got to
Keep on rolling like a stone
Cause it's gonna be a long long way
Now I'm numb as hell and I can't feel a thing
But don't worry about regret or guilt cause I never knew your name
I just want to thank you
Thank you
From the bottem of my heart
For all the sleepless nights
And for tearing me apart yeah yeah
It's gonna take a long time to love
It's gonna take a lot to hold on
It's gonna be a long way to happy, yeah
Left in the pieces that you broke me into
Torn apart but now I've got to
Keep on rolling like a stone
Cause it's gonna be a long long way
It's gonna take a long time to love
It's gonna take a lot to hold on
It's gonna be a long, long, long, long way to happy, yeah
Left in the pieces that you broke me into
Torn apart but now I've got to
Keep on rolling like a stone
Cause it's gonna be a long long way to happy
The latest saga—some of which I haven’t blogged about, hence my recent silence—is work-related. In a nutshell, we had a rather large layoff last week. No, I didn’t lose my job, but some people I’ve known for a long time did, including my work-partner. So, now, it’s just me—I’m it for IT Training, and that’s pretty incredible to me.
Many other factors in my life are bringing me, presently, to what, today, feels like my lowest point in nearly 3 years. On the surface I am managing, but there’s just a lot of “hurry up and wait” because most of the depressing bullet-points are completely out of my control. All I can do is to take care of myself, which I am managing to do with modest success, but before, just a month ago, when I felt like I was finally shifting out of first gear, and into second, now I’m just idling in neutral…And it doesn’t matter how much I rev my engines. I might be behind the wheel, but others are under the hood.
So, what the fuck am I saying anyway? Don’t you just love my car-analogies? I know you do!
Lisa asked me when I was going to start updating my blog again because she missed my political tirades, as few and far between as they were. So, here you go, sweetheart—this one has been brewing for some time:
As an extremely modest word-sleuth, I hate the word “gay” in reference to homosexuality, but I nevertheless use it. Personally, I like the less politically correct “queer” and “dyke”—they resonate with me for some lone-wolf reason that I may never understand no matter how many Cadillacs I buy for my therapist. In all truth, I wish there was no distinction beyond the scientific, but we as a race of people have a long way to go before we see ourselves as merely humans—and, yes, we’re all guilty.
That being said, I will now say this: I AM GAY!
I am gay. I am queer. I am lesbian. I’m a dyke. I am a homo, a faggot, a lesbo, a carpet-muncher, but not a fudge-packer or a cock-sucker—just call me butch, and we’ll understand each other just fine, my friend. Clear now? Good, carry on…
Being mildly depressed as I am, I can’t tell you how uplifting it is to hear everyone from the President of the United States to my co-workers chime in on the same-sex marriage “issue” every day for the last bloody week. (Oh, I so love when someone calls it an "issue"—here, let me introduce you to my 2 x 4, esé.)
/sarcasm
I’ve stayed remarkably silent about the whole thing, for several reasons, one of them being out of a respect for a closeted friend; the other is that I worry that if I let myself get angry, I’m going to get angry about everything afflicting me, make rash decisions, and generally tell everyone kicking me while I’m down to suck shit out of my ass with a straw and choke. And don’t expect me to call 911, because they don’t give a shit about me: I’m just the crazy dyke in the purple house with a rap sheet.
But, I’m tired of remaining silent, because it’s not doing me any good—I still don’t have anything to look forward to, or even any fucking email. 12 days and counting, chica...
This post isn’t about same-sex marriage; so sorry. It’s about me, and I am not here for your entertainment; I am not an experiment; I’m not here to be a token friend so you feel progressive or flattered by my compliments; and I’m not a political tactic.
The only difference between you and me, my friend, is that I can make a woman climax with just a kiss and a persistent thigh, my dick is always hard, and I can tell if she’s faking. Oh, yea, and I’m a carpet-munching, spiky-haired dyke with a breaking heart and a soft white underbelly called you.
You really wanna know what the fuck an orgasm is all about? Call me--I just had a manicure.
Long Way to Happy
by P!nk
One night to you
Lasted six weeks for me
Just a bitter little pill now
Just to try to go to sleep
No more waking up to innocence
Say hello to hesitance
To everyone I meet
Thanks to you years ago
I guess I'll never know
What love means to me but oh
I'll keep on rolling down this road
But I've got a bad, bad feeling
It's gonna take a long time to love
It's gonna take a lot to hold on
It's gonna be a long way to happy, yeah
Left in the pieces that you broke me into
Torn apart but now I've got to
Keep on rolling like a stone
Cause it's gonna be a long long way to happy
Left my childhood behind
In a roll away bed
Everything was so damn simple
Now I'm losing my head
Trying to cover up the damage
And pad out all the bruises
Do you know I had it
So it didn't hurt to lose it
Didn't hurt to lose it
No but oh
I'll keep on rolling down this road
But I've got a bad, bad feeling
It's gonna take a long time to love
It's gonna take a lot to hold on
It's gonna be a long way to happy, yeah
Left in the pieces that you broke me into
Torn apart but now I've got to
Keep on rolling like a stone
Cause it's gonna be a long long way
Now I'm numb as hell and I can't feel a thing
But don't worry about regret or guilt cause I never knew your name
I just want to thank you
Thank you
From the bottem of my heart
For all the sleepless nights
And for tearing me apart yeah yeah
It's gonna take a long time to love
It's gonna take a lot to hold on
It's gonna be a long way to happy, yeah
Left in the pieces that you broke me into
Torn apart but now I've got to
Keep on rolling like a stone
Cause it's gonna be a long long way
It's gonna take a long time to love
It's gonna take a lot to hold on
It's gonna be a long, long, long, long way to happy, yeah
Left in the pieces that you broke me into
Torn apart but now I've got to
Keep on rolling like a stone
Cause it's gonna be a long long way to happy
posted by trace at 9:34 AM
2 Comments:
Yeah, it has been a joy over here on our side of the hall too as I am sure you can imagine. It sounds like you have some other stuff going on too. When it rains it pours, huh?
-lynne
Wicked Good comeback!!!!!!
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