You know another word I hate? "Fruition." I'm not sure why. I just don't like it. Fortunately, few people use it.

I killed another four hours on the GED this afternoon. I'm finished with the writing unit and have moved on to social studies. 100% on the pre-test! Bitchin'.

We're going to the good Wal-mart tomorrow, so we can stock up on Gram's groceries and pick up the pieces of my costume. I've gotta get crackin'! It'll be some work, but at least I'm staying busy.

Gram says we might go to JoAnn's for fabric for my stepsister (for some unknown reason). If we do, I might look at their patterned stuff. I think I might try my hand at making a dress. Most of the year, I wear long pants day after day (and as a result, my legs are fishbelly-white), because I so hate the fashions that my fellow women wear. Ass-short skirts and shorts, tight, restrictive shirts, heels that wreck one's figure... it's part of the reason why I wear men's clothing. The other part is that I'm a pretty big chick anyway--six feet tall, 180 lbs. Women's clothing is too short for me, even if it's of a normal, acceptable, modest length. Or it's too tight. Guys have cooler clothes choices, too. I don't like pastels and pink. I prefer earthy tones, like green or brown or gray. Guys have more clothes in those kinds of colors. They also have the cooler band T-shirts (no, I don't want a rhinestone-logo pink AC/DC shirt, dammit--I want a BLACK AC/DC shirt with no sparklies whatsoever!) Guy clothes are more suitable and practical for the kind of stuff I do, too.

I swear--if I applied a shoe-polish 'stache and goatee, I'd be the most convincing drag king ever. I might do that as an experiment someday. Just to see how people react.

I wonder--if you were a drag king (or an FTM) dating a drag queen (or an MTF), neither with any desire for surgery, would that be classed as gay or straight? It doesn't matter, because love is love, and we need to stop putting labels and classes and shit on it. We just need to do it. To everybody.