When I am out and about, strutting and slutting the fine sidewalks at the U of A, I constantly have to immediately call my Mammie over for my blood pressure medication. What might you ask is the cause? Bad posture. It drives me up the wall. I see boys dragging their feet, with hunched shoulders, and a slack mouth and I wanna just slap 'em. You look horrible. You already have enough working against you with ill-fitting clothing, bad haircuts, and a general lack of finesse. At least have the self-respect to carry yourself with some diginity and purpose.

I'm not asking these boys (gay, bi and straight to be certain) to prance around like I tend to do. Just assume some sense of self, stand up straight, and walk like you know what the hell is going on. It's not cute to look dazed, glazed, and confused by a place you go everyday.  You mother always nagged, "Stand up straight and don't slouch!" because she didn't want you to grow up looking like a douche. She also said that because it's better for the body and soul to have a string pulling you up by the top of your head. It creates better spinal health, circulation, core strength, and opens the chest for better breathing. So chin up, stand up, and put some damn bass in your walk boys. Wait. No, I didn't say anything about sashaying your hips to and fro. Okay, that's better.

So now I feel everyone has had fair warning, the next time I see any boys moping along the Quad, it's an automatic slap. No questions asked. I do it 'cause I love ya. And I love any good reason to slap a bitch.

Over and Out,
CampusQueer

What a day. A peculiar day. Nothing particularly interesting has happened. I haven't accomplished any great feats. I feel very contained and wrapped in my thoughts and emotions tighter than usual. I haven't eaten much, have yet to shower, and have no desire to go celebrate Mardi Gras weekend, Druid's Bal, or just the fact it's a Saturday night. I think I have just been reflecting on where my life has gone in the past year. One year ago today, I met somebody who truly changed the wind in my sails and I would never have imagined the effect it would have on the person I am now and will become. Intriguing, isn't it, how people can step into our lives with such an impact before we even notice where these whirlwinds of change have taken us? It's like that giant banner that you see where kids paint their hands in different colors and press them against it, leaving a collection of tiny palms, fingers, and drips of paint on an otherwise clean, white piece of paper. I have all these handprints on me; sometimes as Elphaba tells Glinda, "like a handprint on my heart."

Sometimes, when I feel I have somehow lost a connection with something in my life, I have music I can listen to and it seems to create this bridge for me to a time or maybe a place when things were the way I thought they should be. Today, I feel especially drawn into the arms of the music by Scott Alan, an especially gifted songwriter. I thought it would be only right to share these songs and these voices in hopes that someone out there needed their own bridge as well. The last one is actually performed by the man behind the music, Scott Alan.

Hold up. Wait a minute. It's the CampusQueer Vanity Hour. So I am one of the models for the Birmingham AVEDA Institute's hair show this coming Thursday as part of their grand opening celebration. Well, I get a little phone call last Friday that tells me they want to use me on one of their ABC 33/40 segment, which aired this morning. Basically, what all that entails is me getting up at 5 in the morning, arriving at AVEDA at 6. I get hair and make-up done, wait around for the two chicks to get primped, and cart off to the news station. We sit on a couch, watching the ABC national morning broadcast and I have to make sure to include my daily Gaga rant -- which was especially testy this morning due to last night's  rape and pillage at the Grammys by the AntiChrist also know as Taylor Swift. Wait, let me focus again. Right then. So after I have already dozed off and jerked my head up to regain consciousness several times, they take us back to the studio. And I stand. It's what I do. It's what I'm good at. I even throw in a few smiles "for the ladies" apparently (notice my mocking smirk in the vid) I'll not raise cain of the heterocentricity present. Whatevs.

were both really sweet. I am definitely excited about my new hair style I will be getting Wednesday in 
preparation for Thursday's hair show. We'll see what their shears unfold. That's about it for today 
though. I just wanted you to see my face. Hope it was all you could ever imagine and more.




Over and Out,
CampusQueer