
Yeah, what we like or don't like, approve or disapprove of, those are our things. My exhaustive wall of nonsense is just what I have taken away from my experiences. Gah, if you can you believe it, that was more annoying to write than to read!
The blackface issue was serious beyond this to a point that I wish we could let that drop. It was part of a persistent, culture wide dehumanization of an entire race that should in no way be used as an example or an exclamation point for any other modern topic.
Bah! My views and I am done preaching. The Other Woman, one of my favorite movies, makes several jokes at transsexuals' expense and I struggle with that. On the one hand here is a movie that I could see a good bit of my relationships with my friends in, on the other they really push the trans issue into a negative light. And my friends think that I am being too sensitive, You are not like that, no one sees you like that so why does it bother you so much? The thing is it is still me, no matter how different I am from the majority of the trans community or how much I am excluded from it, at the center there is an undeniable sameness. I don't know the answers. I do know that I am tired of our culture of censorship, and a lot of how I react to many things is pushing back against that. Pay no attention to me. Lol, my one trans friend and I have had to develop an agreed to disagree attitude to a lot of issues. I won't express my views here anymore.
Yep, strip clubs and things like that are not for me either. There are girls that love them, and not just the male strip clubs. I do like the men but I don't have any desire to ever go to one of those again either. It was fun once, an interesting experience to say the least and I don't regret going but it is not for me. I think that I am indifferent to female strip clubs, I don't want to be them and I don't care one way or another to look at them, they are making money though and people seem to enjoy it so, okay. Honestly, I hate high heels the closest that I have is a pair of wedges that I never wear. My sister took me to a really expensive strip show one time that was really good. It didn't feel the same as other things that I had seen, it was a story with men and women and I thought it was beautiful. Made us both cry at one point which seem counterproductive to what a strip show should be about. My last roommate and I have been friends since high school and she loves boobs, and kissing girls but I don't think she a lesbian or ever had sex with a woman, sorry, got off track. She says that I was too critical of the women, I don't think so. At some point my mind needed something to keep it occupied and I started to compare them but not that one was better than others or that anything was unattractive. Oo, oo, I have the perfect analogy for the thread. My older brother lllloooooooovvvvveeeesssss drag and he used to make me go every year to a three day event with him. I only went one day, there are not enough guns in the world to make me go three. Seriously how do you look at cars and watch them drive down a short road for three days? Sorry, it is so lame how much enjoyment I get out of stupid things, still makes me smile that you were envisioning my brother making me go to a drag show with him.

It was mind numbing to me for almost the same reason that stip clubs are, the noise and my indifference to the subject matter. Then again, I don't think anyone has ever gotten a sunburn at a strip club. Curse you fair skin! Thinking about the sun I believe I got a sunburn on my elbow just now.
Oh my god, there I go again! Seriously, I am not like this in real life, I talk much, much less. And I am always smiling. Hmmm, seems the me here is actually the anti me. Sorry?
Laters