Saturday, 19 June 2010

Tegan and Sara saved my soul

Hey hey gays sorry for the delay but I’ve still been in post concert ecstasy the past week.

Oh my and WHAT a concert it was…

I arrived with my friend Sarah in tow (who I’ve been attempting to seduce for the past 6 years but she remains impervious to my advances woe is me) on that warm summer evening and we were greeted to a mile long wash of check shirts and stylishly straightened Justin Beiber haircuts we knew we were in the right place. We decided to skip the line and have a coffee as we waited for the doors to open an hour later. Over mocha lattes I explained to Sarah the uniform of the lesbian and why Tegan and Sara have such a HUGE international following which made me feel epic win as Sarah is a music aficionado.

I entered the Mandela hall a bundle of caffeine induced nerves and practically downed my first pint. I’d changed no less than 4 times for this gig, did my hair too much and was giddy as a girl could be. I was more excited about this gig than I was for my first date…THAT is how much I love Tegan and Sara.

They have been one of my favourite bands since my first girlfriend sent me their song “The Con” in order to “Express her feelings for me as she couldn’t find the words” how tragically baby gay but it worked. I’ve been hooked on them ever since, but never dreamed I’d ever get to see them live and in person.

The warm up act was the lame of LAME he really did not understand the crucial moment he was involved in. But after a few boos from antsy lesbians he got the idea and soon shut up…

Then they arrived to the loudest reception I’ve ever heard and yours truly had flirted her way up to the third row so I was very close. I proceeded to experience something quite spiritual it was fantastic they played the longest set I’ve ever seen a band play (almost 3hours) played not only their new track but ALL of their hits and every one of my favourite songs…it was like I had wrote the set list it was orgasmic. I heard all of the songs I listened to during my first break up but instead of feeling sadness I felt nothing but un-adulterated joy and it was like a re-birth. I have never felt so connected with myself EVER it was fan-bloody-tastic…an experience that will never be topped.

Since that concert I have felt something bubbling inside of me and it’s still there brewing away.

Tegan and Sara saved my soul

Cherry Cherry Boom Boom


Sunday, 13 June 2010

I want my copy of Diva tesco why do you deny me!‏

I’ve been reading DIVA since coming out 3 years ago and have been happily purchasing it without problems in Liverpool since then. DIVA has been many a great conversation starter on buses and makes me feel like I am a connected gay, a lesbian with some class, who just happens to love the gossip and pretty girls amongst the arty articles. Now that I’m back in Ireland I’ve suffered withdrawals from my daily dose of gay that I’m used to (what with my bi (steady on) daily trips to the Lisbon and Thursday nights in G-Bar) but at least I could relay on DIVA to keep my gaydar burning…or so I thought.

This month I went to the nearest Tesco superstore to fill my lesbian needs (who are listed as stockist) and smiled as I passed the smaller Men’s section and saw amongst the usual ititts, teeth n technology collection, GT and Men’s Health popping their gay friendly heads up from the shelf. “OH JOY!” I declared “They shall have DIVA! These are gay friendly folk after all!” I was sadly disappointed as I was confronted by the usually tabloid rubbish, Wedding material, and several different psychology magazines. Now I have it on very good authority that there are more lesbians in Lisburn (where I am sadly stuck) than psychologists and people here are generally mental due to the earth crushing boredom of living here.

So I politely inquired at customer services desk and was meet with a vacant stare and as I explained a bit more the guy on shift started to drool slightly and didn't have a clue as to what I should do. While the situation is pretty lame what made me more angry than anything and made me put my “Ranty feminist” hat on was the fact that they were happily selling the gay boy favourites and didn’t have ANYTHING for us gay girls….why have GT and not DIVA? Are lesbians not welcome but flamboyant lovely lads who kiss lads are? A sad message for any baby dyke looking for an outlet for her curiosities…I was that baby dyke and wouldn’t like to see others suffer.

Luckily I have happy news that the Eason’s 3 miles away DOES stock DIVA but I feel Tesco should contribute to my £2.30 bus fare to retrieve my favourite magazine so that I can keep up with the latest Justin Bieber haircut and shrug jeans because being gay is tricky enough without being out of the fashion loop which would surely cause my ultimate dating death when I do return to normality.

Oh the lengths I will go to JUST to stay in the lesbian loop of cool


Cherry cherry boom boom


Saturday, 12 June 2010

Football n beer makes Emuh goes crazy

So it's that time again World cup time "YAY!" I hear you cry and "Boo!" I hear your girlfriends cry. Well I for one am deffo in the "Yay!" tribe despite my problems with the amount footballers get paid and how much they get away with I love football. It's my sporting indulgance and it turns my usual calm, cool self into a ranting raving lunatic.

I'm a healthily competative person as in I'll try my hardest to win but don't mind to loose to a better turns me into a ladette and I get very passionate.

Usually on the mens world stage I am a Brazil fan through and through but after all the bad luck England have suffered on the run up to this tornument I felt it was my duty as an English Citizen to show the guys some support...OK OK it's really because I loath the US football team they are arrogant toss pots that need to be taken down a peg or two...and they cheat! (well they did in tonights game) bad show I destest bad sportsmanship with a passion what's the point in playing if you have to play dirty to win? SIGH

However I have every faith England will make it past group and into the semi-finals...where they will ruin their chances as they do every world cup.

I only wish the Womens team got as much support because they're twice the team and get further with more consistentcy (we've won the world cup twice pre-fifa sponsership) sigh but what are you gonna do fact is boys just don't like girls being good at football...

well my gay girl points went up today as I drank beer and watched football in my 2006 kit RETRO ding

cherry cherry boom boom


Friday, 11 June 2010

Incy wincy spider...gave me a bump

NOT happy...

being a nature lovin' every creature has its place (except slugs ew) kinda girl I decided to save a spider from the bath last night and all went well...till the spider decided to stay put by the open door no biggie....till in a sleepy blurry eyed state I walked smack bang into head hurts

cherry cherry boom boom ow


Tuesday, 8 June 2010

This is the end

*comes out from under a rock fighting back vines and other impressive greenery*

pant pant pant BLOGGER!!

*sneaky vine attempts to wrap itself around leg of our valiant heroine*


*umberellllllllla whack!*

pant pant pant


seriously wtf happened to the past month!

I'll tell you what happend I just had to do exams that determine how the rest of my life will pan out is what happened!

So college is done I graduate in a month and I'm skerrrrrrrred!

I'm being forced to grow up and I don't wanna simple as that!


so here it is ladies the end of my wild lesbian shenanigans at college...and the begining of my life as a non baby gay...from now on I'm just a gay...and it makes me a bit sad I no longer have an excuse...still I'll be here blogging my disastors but the blog needs a new title as I am no longer a lesbian in college :(

cherry cherry boom boom


(p.s I'll have exciting gay outting to Tegan and Sara coming up so be ready for that;) )