Random Musings

1. "If you can't Dodger, Rammer. If you can't Rammer, Dodger."
~ stencil on the back window of a half-ton truck that gunned past me on the TransCanada near Lac des Arcs this morning

This belongs in the category of "Things that make me feel lucky to be queer". Do women actually have sex with men who drive around with that kind of slogan on their vehicle? Anyone?

2. My girl called me a byke this weekend. (At first, I thought she was calling me a bike. As in, the town bike. But she didn't know that joke.) I hereby claim this the epithet for bisexual women everywhere! Isn't it great? Anyone?

3. A happy homo flirted with me. (Again.) He rubbed his beautiful buns on my thigh.
"They said you liked my ass," he yelled over the music.
"I do. Careful; I squeeze," I warned.
"Go for it."
When I did, he said, "So, you're not gay then?"
"I'm bi."
He said something incomprehensible that was meant to be PC. It started with "I support..." but ended with him nearly recoiling and ignoring me for the rest of the night, so he might as well have said nothing. Needle scratching across vinyl record. Short-circuit. Turntable spinning silently. Connection terminated. What is it with lovely fags throwing themselves at women? And then having an issue with bisexuality? Anyone?

4. Why does rope look so fetching wrapped around an erection? Anyone?

5. IKEA has an arrow painted on the floor. People flow through the showrooms at exactly the same pace like a river of obedient little consumer-sheep. It bugs me. I crossed the current to the other side. I backtracked from candles to linens. I slowed down, I sped up. Was that annoying of me? Anyone?