Labor day, of day of unrest me thinks. On this day that we attempt a blissful block of time reserved for some well deserved rest, we focus souly on the agenda of our lives and goals....(sweating). A block of time to refresh the mind, relax and mingle with friends and family. I Scoff at the supreme bullshit behind that thought process. I have worked my chubby buttocks off, catching up on reading material, organising, sorting and being oh so efficient. All the while I listen to the sardonic musings of David Sedaris...I want him, twould be just like me to want what I can't have, but I embrass his worldly sarcasims, I adore reality checks so long as they don't bounce, ya know! ; ) I would like to suggest to him that he become my bitch if at possible. I can only imagine a truly dysfunctional affair with complete and uncompromising love. Gay Men, how I do adore the noncommital adoration. ***sigh*** I sit staring in my laborious repose, sweat trickling down my cheek, and think to myself..."I'm a fag hag".
