notes from my pussygata

my sheree and i have a nickname for each other: "pussygata." in addition, she's also my pookie pie, my precious, my sweetness, my lovely, and my sexy, mean strap-on queen.

oh, yeah.

of course, for all the (really convincing) joking, we both agree that we just love men too much to be rockin' hot lesbian lovers, otherwise we'd just ditch the whole confusing world that is men and marry each other.

she's the greatest thing since ice cream.

and earlier tonight, when i'd signed in to my MySpace account, there was this message from her on my comments section. she so rocks...

You is the speshulist....
Sometimes I feel like I should be paying you hourly. Cuz you is like my therapist...You're like, doing recon missions in my psyche, you go in,,,sneak around and leave little landmines of light and love, instead of blowing your legs off, they blast little sparkles that tickle your nose and make you laugh...

do you know how much that effing rocks?!

i am la matadora de luz y amor, light and love. my muleta is pink and black, and my montera (the mickey-mouse-ears-type hat) is instead one of those antennae headbands, with big pink plastic stars sitting atop long narrow springs so they bob back and forth, and are equipped with flashing lights, so big pink flashy stars wink and go boing! atop my head. and instead of shouting "olé!" when i dance with el toro de desesperación, the crowd shouts, "rock ON!"

i am a revolutionary freedom fighter now doing recon missions inside your psyche, rigging joy mines bursting with faery dust and fireworks when you trip them. and i'm dressed for the revolution: knee-high pink go-go boots, springy-flashy pink star montera, a bandolier filled with glitter and lip gloss, and red-stained palms with an intricate pattern of red ink in dots and whorls tattooed up my arms...