God Save The Queen
The queen pondered. Was she a clairvoyant and had she picked up a few little tricks from the land of make believe, otherwise known as full blown mania?
When her third eye blinked in the sunshine on the southern hemisphere while on vacation in mid-January she knew damn skippy something was surely out of wack.
Life never did return to normal for the queen after her breakdown, she just learned not to freak the fuck out when her spiritual guide was trying to tell her something. It was a hard lesson learned-- learning to sit back and ride out her “racing thoughts”.
She found pleasure when others spoke, where she could simply sit back, high on Lithium, and let the world yap away. It seemed to her that she could never get a word in edgewise, ever in life, even before the nervous breakdown– so she gave up, sat back and let everyone else do the talking.
But there came times in life when the queen just couldn’t resist and had to throw in a line or two to show those around her the gifts she had inherited on the other side.
She and her lover had encountered several handsome Dominican men while on vacation and had sex with them. It was a tradition for the couple– twice each year they traversed to the Caribbean to enjoy the sexual freedoms of being society’s sexual outcasts– on their birthdays.
On day three of the journey, the couple was purely exhausted and decided to once again practice monogamy.
They were shopping, like monogamist do in Walgreens while on vacation. They found inexpensive souvenirs, shelves of toothpaste and everything else forgotten in the suitcase.
The queen’s lover was new to the gay scene. He didn’t realize that three-somes were as common in gay culture as circumcisions in ancient Israel. The Queen decided to show her lover her gifts and how, at whim, she could stir up shit.
One of their Dominican one night stands came bopping along down the aisle of Walgreens. “Hey guys! What’s up,” said the sexually outrageous dude the couple had tossed around two evenings prior. The Queen’s lover did what all gay men do when they realize they are now “out”. He ran and hid behind a shelf of tube socks and sun tan lotion.
“Come out from behind there, dear,” exclaimed the queen. “You know you are a whore and its time to leave the island when you start bumping into those dicks you sucked when you were starving!”
Her lover came out from behind aisle seven in Walgreens, not very pleased at the statement, and noticed another one of their vacation only sex-buddies on aisle eight. “I’m gettin’ the hell out of here,” replied her down-low lover.
The queen winked at the fags in Walgreens trying to steal her man and whispered, “We’re on the down-low, get lost!”
When her third eye blinked in the sunshine on the southern hemisphere while on vacation in mid-January she knew damn skippy something was surely out of wack.
Life never did return to normal for the queen after her breakdown, she just learned not to freak the fuck out when her spiritual guide was trying to tell her something. It was a hard lesson learned-- learning to sit back and ride out her “racing thoughts”.
She found pleasure when others spoke, where she could simply sit back, high on Lithium, and let the world yap away. It seemed to her that she could never get a word in edgewise, ever in life, even before the nervous breakdown– so she gave up, sat back and let everyone else do the talking.
But there came times in life when the queen just couldn’t resist and had to throw in a line or two to show those around her the gifts she had inherited on the other side.
She and her lover had encountered several handsome Dominican men while on vacation and had sex with them. It was a tradition for the couple– twice each year they traversed to the Caribbean to enjoy the sexual freedoms of being society’s sexual outcasts– on their birthdays.
On day three of the journey, the couple was purely exhausted and decided to once again practice monogamy.
They were shopping, like monogamist do in Walgreens while on vacation. They found inexpensive souvenirs, shelves of toothpaste and everything else forgotten in the suitcase.
The queen’s lover was new to the gay scene. He didn’t realize that three-somes were as common in gay culture as circumcisions in ancient Israel. The Queen decided to show her lover her gifts and how, at whim, she could stir up shit.
One of their Dominican one night stands came bopping along down the aisle of Walgreens. “Hey guys! What’s up,” said the sexually outrageous dude the couple had tossed around two evenings prior. The Queen’s lover did what all gay men do when they realize they are now “out”. He ran and hid behind a shelf of tube socks and sun tan lotion.
“Come out from behind there, dear,” exclaimed the queen. “You know you are a whore and its time to leave the island when you start bumping into those dicks you sucked when you were starving!”
Her lover came out from behind aisle seven in Walgreens, not very pleased at the statement, and noticed another one of their vacation only sex-buddies on aisle eight. “I’m gettin’ the hell out of here,” replied her down-low lover.
The queen winked at the fags in Walgreens trying to steal her man and whispered, “We’re on the down-low, get lost!”
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