by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid -
SGN A&E Writer
I have seen the enemy - though I don't like thinking of other humans as 'enemies,' 'cause I'm not into that kind of energy - and it ain't me, or, heck, anyone I know. They live in Burien, probably other places, too. Traveling through Burien on the bus to see The Fabulous Daughter a weekend ago, I happen to notice (then do a double-take that nearly gave me a neck cramp) the "anti" signs urging folks to reject Referendum 71. Yikes! Those people don't like to see people like me and my slave (who was dressed in a delicious Value Village find, a cute Mandarin dress, to see The 39 Steps last week), or anyone outside of their narrow view of "family," in their 'hood. Again, yikes!
To be fair, there weren't a lot of these horrid signs once I left the area around the new transit center, and even though I did see the jackoff who was putting the signs up, most of the rest of the South end - that being Des Moines, Cloverdale and Georgetown as well as Normandy Park in my travels to The Fabulous Daughter's - had the usual "vote for so-and-so" signs up.
Guess the jerks are a minority there, too - just a very organized and vocal minority. Scared me silent, and honey, that is something, believe me.
Me, I think a bunch of truly fabulous Queers, including my idols for their makeup technique, The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, should invade Burien, making their presence known to these myopic assholes. Nothing that'll get folks hurt or cause the Burien police to be called; just a presence, say, on the bus, in shops and maybe even in a few restaurants. How about it, my dears? Lunch, dinner or breakfast or a little shopping around Burien for a cause? Go for it, babies!
On a more positive and less scary note, this one and her slave/life partner did travel to the gorgeous Eastside for some energy adjustment via that one's chiropractor, the divine Shima Silber (who practices a new system of chiropractic called network that makes you feel like a million bucks, trust me!). After two treatments, my body is singing, honey, let me tell you, and my dear one has signed me up for the rest of the month, one session per week with zee ("zee" is the new term for gender-Queer folks if you didn't know, oh knowledgeable one), so we can "entrain" together. Can we say "yummy"? Oh, we do, we do, yes indeed!
Wanna make an appointment to get some of this marvelous body work on your own chassis? Then call Ms. Shima at 425-313-0433. You'll thank yourself later.
So what else has this one been up to besides realigning a life's worth of trouble into good, flowing energy in Issaquah with my sweetie? Well, I've checked out a few new shows for this season, and out of the three I watched (Being Erika on the Canadian station, Trauma on NBC, and The Vampire Diaries on the CW), I like Being Erika and Trauma the best. Also checked out The Forgotten, and I must say, this one isn't that much impressed with this Without a Trace and CSI knockoff. I do, however love Durham County on ION, with the guy who was so good on Flashpoint (miss them in this new season) as the lead character hunting a very creepy, very scary serial killer. Check them all out and see what you think. I still like my vampires really scary, though, so though I like Vampire Diaries, it's still just another Twilight to me. Maybe it needs a werewolf or a ghoul or two.
And that one and I, besides getting our bodies worked on, have been having some earth-shaking times in the sheets at The Digs, using our newly released energy in some amazing, tantric ways that probably has some of my neighbors hating us even more. Ah well, when you're as happy as we are, no worries, eh? Plus, between losing weight via my very sensible eating plan and having just plain good taste, we look good, too, so we dare any haters out there to trouble our waters, honey.
Now, you also read this column to see what new things I've tried and loved, so on to that part, my impatient ones. I can tell you that after using Giovanni's L.A. Natural Styling Gel on my darling's hair to keep her looking gorgeous for a night at the theatre, I'm a fan. Pick this up at Madison Market along with their excellent other hair products, which me and baby use a lot for our luscious locks. And do get your booties to Nordstrom and pick up their Even Better Skin Tone Corrector and Creed's Virgin Island Water eau de parfum. Tell 'em Lipstick and Lust sent ya!
So, that's it for now, my little apples, and my personal message to anyone who had anything to do with me getting my healthcare coverage back from the State, thanky thanky thanky, and then some! Nice to have our healthcare system occasionally work for us po' folk. Also, to whoever gets in as mayor in the next election, how about having a different route for First Avenue buses during a game so those waiting for the number 10 and number 11 can get where they're going in time for a change? And, baby, take down those awful "two-hour parking" signs and replace them with at least "four-hour parking" so folks don't have to get up at the crack of dawn to move cars, lest they get slapped with an outrageously expensive ticket (like this one's honey has had to do more than once while staying over at The Digs for a night of joy for this one). I know you're all about "greening" the city and all, but hey, do the Diamond Parking folks really need any more cash? I don't think so.
Enjoy the crisp weather we're having, and check out the Wellies in Victorian Trading Company's catalogue, and your feet can be warm and dry like mine were the other day when it poured rain like a bucket turned over. Be tolerant, share the road, stop for pedestrians, and bicyclists, please wear reflective clothing at night in the outlying areas, and stop throwing trash on Mother Nature, folks; it ain't cool. And be nice to your bus driver, and, bus drivers, remember we pay your salary, so try to smile more and growl at us less, 'kay? Peace out, kiss kiss, buhbye!
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