Okay, so i’m back in London. We know this and already everything is going hidieously wrong. When i left…everyone was all ‘happy happy-joy joy’ when i came back from my delicious northern adventure, (where i spent time with my loved ones) everyone had changed and were distinctly miserable and broken. I like fun, laughter, love and cuddles, therefore broken and half full is always a downer for me. I don’t like to be around it and it just seemed like, i was surrounded my a crowd of frowning faces of despair. Even the ones that seemed happy weren’t. They were just drunk. Therefore, i’m deciding to take a time out and spend some time alone. At times you have to protect yourself from the sadness of the world with a Glamour Pussy force field of blockage. I can only do this by not being around it.
As loads of you know already (oh and thankyou soooo much for all my messages…i love you very much) Last night, i got thrown out of
G-A-Y late for apparently being a giant homophobe..which everyone finds hilarious becaus e not only is it very apparent that i adore my gays ( i mean we like the same thing….MEN n bronzer) and i’m the Ultimate gay rights Fag Hag of the century (trophy please) AND i’m.. as my best friend Samuel (who i love very deeply) who just so happens to be…oh my god…wait…. NOT straight says i’m practically like a gay man trapped inside a hot asian dolls body…therefore the chances of me being a big old homophobe are slim to none. HOWEVER, under no circumstances is it okay for ANYONE (no matter what box of sexual preference they tick) to bully my friends, infront of me and it be FINE. I’m a feisty one. I’ll make sure you KNOW it’s not okay…and well that’s what i did…in a lovely drunken fashion. Those £3.50 pitchers really do hit you after a while. I’m soooo glad i saw samuel out! LOVE HIM!
Anyway, After taking Queeny insults from a gentleman in G-A-Y late, who thought he could fakey bully people, and not get bullied back. I mean, don’t talk the talk, if you can’t walk it honey pie. I listened. I looked at my friends who just seemed to be okay with being pushed around…(which i don’t like..i find it odd, when people don’t dare stick up for themselves…i mean if you are unable to fight for what you stand for, then you might aswell let life eat you alive) i got involved (which i shouldn’t have really) and bitched this gentleman out…and called him a ‘gay bastard.’ Which is the same as him calling me a ‘straight bitch’…or as the term he used was ‘a tranny.’ (Which i do find funny…lol) Anyway long story short…the baby bully gets all upset and runs away to get the manager, because i called him ‘GAY’ (when infact i wanted the focus to be on the word ‘bastard‘ 🙂 ) and i get asked to leave…and i do. I go outside away from trouble, after kicking off BIGTIME. And whilst i’m outside waiting for my friends, (and i am drunk, therefore i am being rude to everyone because i was immensely heated by all the marlarky) the baby bully continues to bully my friends inside. Hmm…? I mean he kept shoving them and pretending he was going to get his big beefy friends to beat them up outside ‘Heaven.’ Which i can’ t help but giggle at. Firstly, you get beat up before you reach the doors of total enlightenment. Secondly what exactly was he intending to do? *Pout* us to death? Please, i’m a Glamour Puss, i could ‘out pout’ anything!
Anyway, i’m outside waiting and being huffy and infact oddly hugging Wunna fans who we’re waiting to get in. Lol. Hilarious! I met some really awesome people during that awkward moment. Haha. I went from fighty ninja, to ‘happy happy.’ I loved you guys. But yeah, my friends (who i’m told we’re attempting to resolve the issue..which is sweet) finally come out and feel all gutted. Two of them went back in and partied. I mean they might aswell. But one of them (the one i stuck up for) comes out and storms off in a paddy…which i don’t like. Then bitches me out all the way home…which again i feel is ridiculous. (We’ve made up now but at the time, he thought my behaviour was embarrasing. Well i think his behaviour was mildly embarassing. ) I stood up for what i believed was right without fear. Could you? The people who stand up for what they believe in, are the people who make it in this world. I refused to apologize for something that i’m not. I’m not a homophobe…therefore why would i say ‘sorry‘ for being one?? I’m not one. Done! *Hair Toss*
Today, i woke up feeling awful. I had to miss lunch with my sammie…but i told him all about it. And let me tell you Mr.Hextall, who was so fun on that night. We were dancing around like twats and loving every moment of it. I can’t even remember how many people we annoyed. I LOVE HIM. Well anyway, HE was the ONLY ONE who actually stood up for Me and himself. We’re both fighters, when it comes to standing by our cause and well to me…that boy is a MAN!! He couldn’t even believe it and fought my case with a true sense of loyalty..to the point where NOW apologies have been made to ME. How sexy! Good boy!! That’s a proper friend. A proper soldier. He’s fearless and we’re both people who KNOW who we are and know what we stand for and we’re not afraid to show it. He’s my hero of the hour!! I love him deeply. Plus, i wasn’t bothered about the getting thrown out part…i’m a socialite, i can go to every other bar and have fun. It’s not the end of the world. I love G-A-Y but at least at another bar i’m not going to get Diva’ed on by rudies…. over a hair do. *Yawns at pettiness.*I was bothered by the fact that the ‘Queen’ tried to make out that i was a homophobe to get me thrown out…because he couldn’t take what he was dishing out. Bizarre? The reason why i don’t like being accused of it, is simply because there are REAL LIFE people, going around bashing gays to death…for their simple choice in sexual preference. I’m not that. I’m COMPLETELY against that. And it pisses me off, because that ‘Queen’ should be grateful for people like me…who can stand up for others regardless. Bottom line…i love my gays. But you all know that, again thanks for all the love my dolls. I needed it. It was a shit day. I got fined for littering and then got on a train that had no working brakes. UGH!! It was a loooong journey. Plus earlier in the night, people had made me cry and we’re just being dickheads to me, because they felt awful about themselves.
On a better note…the career is going really well. I’m keeping it to myself and moving upward fast and silently. I like it. I’m happy and i have you to thank for that. The love life is finger licking good. I’m feeling much better now and basically i wish everyone would cheer up and cuddle. It makes life run smoother. I can’t be around bitchiness. It’s negative. It’s exhausting and Kitties don’t toy with anything too strenuous, now do we. We glide and strut and play with the loveliness of life and fun. I’ve managed to notice who’s on Team Wunna and who’s obviously not (quite) hahah. And well i don’t think my life could be any better. I’m doing well…but guarding my ‘ooh laa’ from being poked by all things negatory.
Glad i got his blog out the way! I feel so much lighter. This blog is like an emotional ’empty.’ Oooh and on the boy front, today i’ve been getting the most loveliest ‘handsomes’ from all over this doll of a world sending me the sweetest messages. It really perked me up. You are delicious. Thankyou. I love men that put my faith back in romance. They have been lovely lovely today! I’m a lucky little girl. Valentines day is on the way and well Cupid is certainly shining on me. (Finally….the lazy bitch. 🙂 )