Bleeding

We are asexual.

Oh yes, we are. Sex is over-rated. And making love is such a waste of time. Unlike eating. Or sleeping. Or watching Kath and Kim. We concur.

Vertical drilling or trudging or tunnelling or excavating doesn't interest us no more. And that gobbling up and down gives us locked jaw too.

So these days, we are asexual. Oh yes, we are. Gaze into each other eyes till we fall asleep. Eat and then sleep. Or go online and then sleep.

Oh, we are asexual. And we love it. And how we wished we are.

For motel bills are not nice. Really really not nice.

Six Feet Under Still

Crikey, it's been long innit ?

Oh well, being queer basically means I can just choose NOT to blog coz well, there's nothing fey-worthy to blog about. No ?

The thing is well, things has been pretty much mundane and douche-free for the couple of months, so honestly, salacious gossips I offered none. Liza with the Z would have agreed.

Anyway, bitching of being queer and all, thanks to a certain fab soul, I've recently discovered the joy of singing my mary heart out watching this ! If this ain't something fab, I have no idea what is !

Hug me hard, please ! Peace out ...