Rambling Faggy Tranny,
Living in Utah.
My name is Dexter and I was assigned the gender "female" at birth. Since December of 2008, there's been a whole lotta social and physical transition going on up in here. Why? To help my brain and body physiologically connect. Importantly, my gender identity (genderqueer) hasn't changed and doubtfully ever will. Male, female, genderqueer, he, she, ze... whatev.
I'm currently a college student and a McNair Scholar majoring in Psychology. I intend to nab me a PhD!
Kiddle Era:
Can you count, suckers? I say, the future is ours... if you can count!
Upcoming Semester ~FIN~
Fuckin’ this semester. Seriously. And fuckin’ Statistics. And fuckin’ finals. And fuckin’ my bloody stress eyeball and my consta-compromised immune system. And fuckin’ whining. Which I do a lot of lately.
Alas, this semester is almost over. So… close… can’t… wait.
Then it starts all over again.
But, for a minute there, it’ll be nothing but puppy walking and snow-shielded sunshine and freedom and obsessing over the upcoming film Strippers vs. Werewolves. And getting caught up on Werewolf News. And blogging. And forgetting everything I’ve memorised this semester. All very important!
Go Buck Angels! I’m totally gonna make some.
Sunday Taco Bell adventure with Gany the family pup.
Before it’s too late, I figured that I should throw up a few gruesome Halloween pictures. My friend, Aaron, and I went with the Marvel Zombie theme. X-Men Cyclops n’ Cap’n America! The highlight of the night? When we rode on a PACKED train with a gazillion dressed in red fan paraphernalia University of Utah college football fans. None of which seemed all that amused. At one point Aaron commented, “I guess we went with the wrong theme this year.”, to which I replied, “At least we got the red down.” Still - no amusement. Gosh!
I’m glad that I could help my friend with 3 seconds of his 1 minute movie! Especially when the cool half of the makeup was shrouded in darkness.
hate.smashedprincess. ;)
Here was the makeup:
I am illegal (by RedDuckles)
My first film. Thank you VeganBattleBot for the make-up!
Apparently the balls-in-my-face trauma bachelorette party incident was captured on multiple phones via multiple angles via multiple friends. Who knew witnessing trauma could generate so much happiness. >:|
Here’s one. Gawd.
Bachelorette Par-Tay
… is synonymous with trauma.
The corner of queer-ville I’ve resided in for these past 29 years has not been the host of many weddings. I think a total of… oh, three? None of which included my being invited to a bachelorette party - until Friday night.
My adorable friend, Nicole, recently took a trip to New York to marry her same-sex partner. They had a ceremony shindig there. Then another shindig of some romantic sort in Phoenix with family. And then a reception with friends here last night, in Utah.
But, before said reception, a bachelorette party was planned for Nicole. A bachelorette party including her male + female bridesmaids, queers galore with oh, maybe two heterosexual-identified? Anyway, this party included a male stripper - in a police outfit which very swiftly became a tiny thong g-string situation. Given the fact that Nicole is as queer as they come, watching her sweat and grimace under the wrath of a grinding male stripper had me smiling, laughing and hooting for an hour straight. My throat and face still hurt (which could also be partially attributed to waking up on the slightly sick side of the coughy phlegmy bed).
The fun and games didn’t last forever. As the whirlwind of male strippage ensued and he had people laying on their backs beneath him with strawberries in mouths and whipped cream (vegan, of course), someone started to chant my name. “Dexter! Dexter!”. Nicole hopped on the band wagon fast, and next thing I knew there I was on my back on the hard, wooden floor with a strawberry in my mouth.
Apparently this is “NSFW” (not safe for work). Pssht.
