Decidedly Obscure Human Complaints.

Just saw the Salt Lake City premiere of a dark comedy called All About Evil as part of this weekend’s Damn These Heels LGBQT film festival - and oooooh was I amused. The official synopsis- All About Evil is a wicked black comedy set in the world of a horror movie about a mousy librarian (Lyonne) who inherits her father’s beloved but failing old movie house. In order to save the family business she discovers her inner serial killer – and a legion of rabid gore fans – when she starts turning out a series of grisly shorts. What her fans don’t realize yet is that the murders in the movies are all too real! Upon walking in to the theatre my chums and I were greeted by two “evil twins” in drag donning sexy red bellhop costumes. They were completely in-character with scowls across their faces, silent and solemn, as they handed out little Dixie cups (this made sense after watching the film). Then, the director, Joshua Grannell, arrived on stage as Peaches Christ - his epic drag queen al

Whether I have enough whiskage in reality or not just doesn’t matter - when I look at myself in the mirror, my self-image tells me, “Be one with the teenage side burns.” And thus, earlier tonight, for the first time ever, I’ve attempted to “carve” a facial hair style. I shaved my chinny chin and left the fuzzy sides: My fuzz is currently at 2 weeks of growth and I’m going to give it about 6-8 weeks to really gauge my progress. Fun! In other news, starting tomorrow morning I’ll be injecting every week instead of every two weeks. I chose to inject every week because it is supposed to minimise the mood swings associated with the ups and down of having a lot of T in my system right after I inject, then not very much 2 weeks later when it’s time for my next shot. This has become a pretty significant issue lately (school, stress, moods!) - so this should help.

losingmyfocus-deactivated201110 asked: thanks, mate! definitely helped a LOT. I think I'll try the underworks 997 one for now... seems like the best option for me. One question, though: I've read somewhere in a forum that the sizes of the underworks binders sometimes don't really "match", meaning, they should fit, but are too large/ small. Is that true? (I hope not... :/ ) It’s very true. I think I’ve ordered the correct size once - every other time, I had to send it back for another size. For example, I initially ordered the Underworks Model 997 in XL . It was blatantly way too large. I only wore it once so that I wouldn’t damage it. And even though I was tempted to try to shrink it or some other stupid move, instead I followed the return instructions on their site and asked for a size down: L . They sent a large in no time. However, when I tried it on for the first time, it felt way too tight. I wasn’t able to put it on like a shirt, and instead had to ste

Recently I stumbled across an alternative to testosterone injections - something called a “ Testopel Implant ” which claims to “normalize testosterone levels for 3-6 months per dose”. It is placed under the skin of the hip area and “the pellets will slowly dissolve away as they are delivering the medication over a 3-6 month period.” Does anyone do this instead of injections, or know anything about it positive/negative?

Last week my friend, Andrew, told me about a documentary called Beautiful Darling , which is about the life of a transgender woman named Candy Darling. It is currently playing at The Tower (a wonderful, local independent theatre). I’d learned my lesson about dismissing Andrew’s pop culture entertainment suggestions earlier on when he lent me Barbarella starring Jane Fonda. I let that 1968 gem sit there on my shelf for months gathering dust bunnies until, finally, 90% motivated to put a stop to his relentless, “Have you watched it yet???” harassment, I crumbled and put it in to my DVD player. After watching Jane Fonda run around scantily clad hunting Doctor Durand Durand I was hooked - especially after the scene where she explained to that hairy Catchman that Earth peoples no longer have old-fashioned penetrative intercourse, but instead swallow Exaultation Transference Pills and press palms together when their “psychocardiograms are in perfect harmony”. Bang! Top 10! S

If you don’t know about Miss City Weekly’s drag queen pageant, you should - and now you do. I absolutely had to go to this again after being blown away last year. I heart drag so hard. This year, the contestants were gorgeous n’ epic. Who knew a chair could be such a versatile prop? Even though every contestant gave it her all and rawked - there was one, in particular, who I was entirely struck by: Indi Skies. She’s a relatively new performer who was recently crowned the “Closet Ball Queen for The Royal Court of the Golden Spike Empire”. I don’t know what that means, but it sounds fancy. Whatever it is, she deserves it! During the performance segment she emerged on-stage dawning a long, blonde wig and a trench coat - which, came off in no time. The “climax” of the performance entailed her shaking a water bottle and spraying it at her chest, drenching her under-swimaroos. Then, during the Q&A my contestant preference deal was sealed when she answered every question with