Remember when I was bellyaching that I got passed over for a writing award? Turns out I actually got a 1st place award after all.
I feel like an ass. Although I don't feel like I'm a better writer for being acknowledged. Hell, I didn't even know I got acknowledged until Kiki called me and said he got something in his mailbox that said so. "Maybe it's a typo," he said.
Funny thing. Got an award, or didn't get an award, I'm the same fuckin' writer.
I. Must. Remember. This. Especially when I'm feeling like chucking it all and heading for the slammer for a little R & R.
. . . for her life. But no destination in mind other than that.
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- I am a gay cowboy in a girl suit.
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From Gershon Legman's "The Language of Homosexuality" (1941):
ki-ki (Pronounced with both 'i's' long, as in ice, and with both syllables stressed equally, or with only a slightly greater accent on the first syllable.) A homosexual male who is sexually attracted only to other homosexuals, or who engages in an affair with another homosexual for want of the money or personal attractiveness necessary for contact with heterosexuals. Such homosexuals are commonly considered to indulge in mutual fellation, simultaneous or turnabout, or, less commonly, in mutual pedication.
Pedication means butt-sex, by the way. Or as Gershon puts it: Anal coitus.
So, do you still like your nickname even though I apparently mispronounce it?
I think we might have to update the dictionary and redefine it. What you say?m
Congrats to you punkin'. It's okay to be a bit of a baby, periodically. No human can just chug full steam ahead at all times being perfect and present, escaping the uglier bits of life like loneliness, envy or fear. Matter of fact, I think the way we manage those uglier bits--do we wallow in that dirt and try to suck others into it with us, or recognize it, reflect, and haul ourselves out before we move on--defines us as much as our accomplishments born of positive events do.
And you always handle yourself pretty dang well. So don't beat yourself up over a few days of bitterness.
Now, if you'd hung on to that bitterness for a year or more, and started attacking her and her associates on some quest for vengeance over not being 'properly' recognized, we might have to have a little talk. But you're golden right now.
Loves ya! and congrats again!
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