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Decrees, anointments, and declarations from the Crown may be found here. I've been called a Queen, but I'm far from it. I've taken what I have darling. I am an Empress!
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::If I Could Turn Back Time::
I finally figured out how to solve my damn Blogger problem. Apparently the Blogger Folks did some tinkering to their system and fucked up more than a few people’s Blog in the process. I found directions on how to restore publishing; they however altered the design of my page. I just spent about an hour restoring my Blog to its original appearance. Ug! I did some minor changes, I wonder if anyone will notice. I wonder if anyone noticed that they can email me and comment on my Blog's by clinking on my name underneath my decrees, not that I necessarily want comments on my thoughts. Hmm.
The Crown
posted by Steven @
9/19/2002 11:05:00 AM
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::Frustrated::
I’m so frustrated today. My damn blogger still wont update, I want to be with Efrain right now, I have a shit load of work to do, and I’m still recovering from a cold.
I did have a high though! Two of them actually. I spoke to my baby boy today on the net for the first time in who knows when. He got the flowers I sent and loved them. Woo hoo! The fact that I made him happy made me tremendously happy. It was a bunch of sunflowers in a vase. I bought him a single stemmed sunflower for one of our anniversaries; he remembered that. That made me smile. =). My second high was the sight of “Lilo and Stitch.” Weeee! I saw it twice in Los Angeles, once with the Court and another time with my baby and Queen of Fairies. All I could think of was how I wish he were there in that empty seat near me watching my new favorite Disney Flick (tied with the Little Mermaid).
Well I was frustrated, but now I feel better. The funny things the very thought of a person can do to another. This person makes me feel great! Muah!
The Crown
posted by Steven @
9/19/2002 09:47:00 AM
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::Blogger::
I hate when the site is down. I feel as if I'm missing out on my own life. Funny what public thought does to a person.
The Crown
posted by Steven @
9/17/2002 09:56:00 AM
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::Germs::
(Written 9/17/02)
A cold is never a fun thing, but its what I have. I feel ill, tired, and restless. It totally sucks. I guess it doesn’t suck as much as I do. I’ve been thinking a lot lately, well since Royal Roger’s party. I’m not sure what I’m doing with my personal life. A bump on the head from a good friend, The Duke of Duplicity, knocked me into a think node.
I’m beginning to reevaluate what I want, where I wan to be, and how I plan to approach that final destination.
I’m looking long at hard at the view and see the bigger picture, but its hard not to focus on what sits directly at the middle of my small frame.
I reread recent emails and listen to new voicemail and am reminded of what really makes me happy. That’s what I want; I want happiness. Time for a helping of medicine.
The Crown
::Options::
(Written 9/12/02)
So after a night of live telecast from the US ala 9/11 I decided to hit the clubs to get away from my homework, the television, and personal frustrations.
The night had an uneventful beginning. I met Christ, Conqueror of Queendom, who had a very rough day and satisfied it by accidentally getting drunk. I got a bit distracted thought. I noticed there were other options to the life I had been leading. I decided to pursue it. Here I was in a smoke filled club trying new ways to approach my approach on life.
I started talking to Michael the Mysterious and let my mind role with the punches. I stopped allowing my environment to get to me. I took the things that I wanted to have into my frame of consciousness. I don’t know where I plan to go with them. I think I’ll just take this life were it goes.
Lets Roll!
The Crown
::True Blue::
(Written 9/10/02)
The fog lifts and I see a gray sky.
Though the weather is sunny and warm I feel cold and sleepy. I try my usual stomping grounds but find little comfort within the walls of my fictional world.
A break in the gray reveals a streak of light. Its origin obvious, but its destination unknown.
A change happens.
A split second of clarity interrupts the slumber. I will not be beat, I will not be let down and I will not falter. I will stand tall with my head up high. I will achieve all that I can. I will overcome and I will conquer.
(Clanking)
The Empress on Crown has been reaffirmed. Warnings to those who dare attempt to wrong or ignore me. My eyes are open and my memory is aware, ways of the past will not be tolerated in the life of the future. Pay attention to details and do not be misleading. Be weary, for I am watchful.
The Crown
::Toys::
(Written 9/8/02)
Today was a very special day, not only did I realize I was a Queen living on Crown Street (jk, I’m an Empress… =) ) but at one point there were four Queens standing on the Corner of Crown late at night for no particular reason (well okay we were waiting for the light to change, but the story is better without that part).
Craig, Master of Bondage, had us all over for a fun dinner party. It was a fantastically fun gay affair. There was Tori, fruit salad, three courses of food, and the usual what “would we like doing with certain foods to certain people” conversation. It seems that sex comes up at least once a meeting, note I stress the at least once.
After the “Feast of Fags” four of the five of us decided to go for an evening stroll down to Darling Harbor where, at least my friends say, I was hit on by a drunk Brazilian. I just thought he was making conversation, I noticed that I tend to miss when boys are trying to get a little piece of the Stdvia action because it always takes someone else to point it out. Oh well, I’m not looking so there’s nothing to miss really. Back to my story, after ice cream buying and a nice stroll the topic of oral sex came about, pardon the pun. Needless to say I learned lots about the preferences of my fellow Fags of Fury. The things one can do with a lil bit of fruit, ahem anyway.
As I sat and finished off the last bit of cream (that’s ice cream, tisk tisk any other sorts of thoughts) I was informed that the others had decided that we were all going to go to a sex toy shop and buy dildos. I of course didn’t object to the idea, but didn’t feel the need to engage in actual buying of the penis. After a quick chat on how Sydney Corporate Logos look a bit like kinky kangaroos getting a shag from glowing red ladies (just let that one go, please) we were off to the Tool Shed, home of an assortment of things that go buzz.
Its amazing how helpful the sales clerk was. James, Queen Curler of Canada and holder of the Emblem Award: Canada Chapter, was the lucky buyer of a perfectly shaped blue vibrating six-incher. The crowds when wild and the boys all went, umm let’s not go where the boys went.
We all cheered with gay glee and sprinted off to the nearest club to see if we could located our dancing Master of Bondage working the dance floor, but were disappointed when we realized he was no where to be found. Needless to say after a night of fattening food and sex talk we all decided to call it a night. Just like a boy to eat, fuck and run.
BBBuuuzzzzzz.
The Crown
posted by Steven @
9/16/2002 08:39:00 PM
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Monday |
::Believe::
Mah baby and I are talking!!! Not that we weren’t talking, it was a matter of not being able to. He changed cell phone companies and his computer died, making it virtually impossible to communicate. Gosh I was such a basket case. Hearing his voice makes everything so much better.
I was like totally in a panic, wondering what had happened to him and asking myself why he hadn’t responded. It took the good ole Duke of Debauchery to remind me that shit happens and I need to calm the hell down.
All was well after three e-mails from E and a phone to him. Turns out he was as frustrated as I was. I can hear the excitement in his voice whenever we speak; we’re both on edge constantly fumbling our words and masking our mistakes with lil giggles.
The other day he said he hoped I was having a good time and that I should give Sydney a bit longer before I decided I want to go home (I’ve been homesick). He promptly added I hope you don’t decide you do like it though. I thought that was the sweetest thing ever. God my face totally lit up with that wonderfully “selfish” comment. It was so nice to be reminded of how it feels to be really wanted. I love his openness and honesty. The two of us have grown up so much and with that so has our capacity to love, show emotion, and be loved. If this is one of the positive effects of aging then bring on the years; they’re nothing Cher’s plastic surgeon can’t fix.
The Crown
posted by Steven @
9/04/2002 02:59:00 AM
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