I have a lot to say........

......and mostly I just ramble on and on about stupid shit that happens to me, and in real life, I throw a bunch of graphic hand gestures and shit in, but your getting ripped off here, cause ya aint gettin all that shit here.

Well anyway, Ive been away from here for a few weeks. And I hate that I missed my two favorite blogs "Second Person Tales from the Gay YOUniverse and I Love Z" Sorry guys, no love loss, just no time.

I had a trip planned to go back home (to Canada) it was my first trip back home in 7 years. I hadn't seen my mom in almost 3 years, and the rest of my family it had been about 12 years. When I had last seen most of them, I was just out of the closet. So going back home was a big deal to me because I was bringing my fiance Curtis with me. If I hadn't gone into it before, I am from a backwoods country very Catholic family. This whole ordeal made me nervous, but being in California for 11 years has also made me pretty resiliant to giving the slightest fuck about what others thought.

I wont bore you with the details about the wedding, other than all of my family loves Curtis and they were even planning to come attend my wedding (thank god it didn't work out for them). And with my stripping and table dancing, I think some more distance in time is what I need from my family lol.

Ok, so the trip went well......for the most part. While I was there, I had to go to see my doctor. I had a couple of concerns. One thing I was worried about, and one thing I wasn't worried about. Turns out I shouldnt have been worried about one thing, and I should be worried about the other. I dont have time to worry about that though, I HAVE A FUCKING WEDDING TO PLAN. So the Big C can wait until after Im married.

In the meantime, I was at a Vote NO on Prop 8 party. I figured since I was getting married I should do my part and go...right? Well when I get there, I find out its a phone call party. Call all of the voters and try to sway their vote. I was having non of that. I figure all the money I am spending on my wedding, Im doing my part right? ....right.

So I proceeded to get absolutely hammered and hit on my friend's ( who also is my minister for the wedding) son. I couldnt do it before cause I have known the kid since he was, well, a kid. Now hes 22 and I was drunk, and he is straight unfortunately. But he is too damn hot. And subsequently, he was the hottest guy there.......the only hot guy there. And my fiance dropped me off and had to go work. So what is a poor fag to do? Get drunk and make a fool of himself. your right.

Anyway, while there, a drag queen (who looks much better dressed up btw) was there, and me and my drunk ass mind thought it would be a great idea for her/him to perform at my wedding. He/she does Fatney Spears. It seemed far too funny after a few beers. But then what doesn't. So now my wedding is turning into this three ring fagalicious circus. I just keep telling everyone that you can't fuck with the ceremony, after that, its free game. The unfortunate thing I think now is that I keep getting all of these messages about friends finding performers and shit, like Im the newest and greatest venue to book them in Oceanside? My mind is saying no, but my drunk mind is saying yes. My fiance is just not saying anything, which btw, he sure as hell doesn't do when I go shopping. WTF.

Ok, see, I rambled. It's quiet time at home, no one is here and Im not used to the quiet. So Im pretending yall are really listening. All 8 of you. lol.