The new and improved something or something

Sing with me now!

Oh,
I found a job
(He found a job)
I found a job
(He found a job)
I found a job so I can have my cake and eat’er


I’m now a worker
(He’s now a worker)
I’m now a worker
(He’s now a worker)
I’m now a worker for the Amphitheater.

I’ll now be shit on
And metaphorically caged
By serving people
(The fuming people)
And it’s all for minimum wage

But,
I found a job
(He found a job)
I found a job
(He found a job)
I found a job to sustain my way of living
(His way of living)

I’m now a worker
(He’s now a worker)
I’m now a worker
(He’s now a worker)
I’m now a worker and now I can’t stop shivering
(He can’t stop shivering)

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Yeah, that’s right. I found a job. Well, I don’t exactly have it yet, but I’m pretty sure it’s a "for sure" thing *knocks on wood*. The interview is on Monday, and I’m pretty sure I can nail it. It’s not like I’m a virgin to retail.

Speaking of virginity, guess whose hair-dying hymen has been torn? Mine! It was all the fun cherry-popping can be with out the blood (ew, I know). Now I’ve never thought my hair could look good, and even to a greater extent respectable, but I think my hair looks great! I’m absolutely in love with the colour, which is now a blue-black or a black-blue or whatever the colour’s name is.

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The knowledge of dying my hair will probably be added to the fire as fuel for “how James’s attitude became queerer than queer” (as spoken by a friend). The more I think about it the more irritated I get by this ignorant comment. When I was officially living under my mom and step-dad’s roof I was very restricted to what I could and could not do. One of the things I wanted to do was to dye my hair and to get a piercing or two. However long and however much (which wasn’t long or much-- there is a reason for this so read on) I pleaded with my parents to be a tad lenient for my piercing and hair-dying cause, I never won a match. They immediately black balled it. If you really know my parents you would then know as soon as they black ball something it’s never, ever up for discussion. Period. Not a comma, or semi-coma, or colon, but just a period. Actually it’s more like the pre-mature end of a book. Now that I’m no longer officially living under the roof of my parents, I’ve been able to do things I’ve wanted to do for a long time. My official coming out of the closet coincided with flying out of the nest, and so the things I got done (hair dying and piercings) seemed to a lot of people (more or less one or two friends) that I was only doing this because I was gay and that I’ve completely revamped my attitude because of this.
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Anyways... I guess I can thank my hairdresser for being the Jesus Christ of my hair. She showed me the way on how my hair can actually look good. While dying my hair we talked about a lot of issues, like same-sex issues, and we agreed on some things like how the gay community shouldn’t be in an up-roar about the catholic religion not wanting to marry gay couples, it’s simply against their religion. Granted the religion should change for the times, it’s just not in the Catholic religion’s doctrine or code of conduct. It’s like wanting the Jewish religion to start believing in Jesus. Well, not really, but you get the idea. The Jewish community still accepts the figure that Jesus is to a lot of people, but they just don’t believe in him.

We both talked about the controversial issue of the high school student wanting to take his boyfriend to the prom. We both agreed that he shouldn’t have taken the issue right to the supreme court of Canada. The Catholic school system obviously follows the Catholic religion, which doesn’t believe that two men should be together in any way but friends. If he wanted to take his boyfriend to the prom he should have realized that he should have gone to a public school to do so. I think people don’t realize what the gay community is really fighting for: acceptance. Just because a Catholic someone doesn’t believe that same-sex couples should get married doesn’t mean he can’t accept the idea of a same-sex couple and tolerate them. The one thing that I do advocate strongly, however, is the separation of church and state. Just because a group of people under a religious umbrella fails to believe in same-sex marriages doesn’t mean the entire state has to believe that as well. I don’t hear of the Jewish community fighting long and hard to make it illegal for Jesus paraphernalia, or anything Jesus for that matter, to be illegal. I’m not sure how well I connected the dots on this, but I hope I got the majority linked.

You know what’s funny? That Ashley and Madison commercial (the dating service that is actually promoting affairs and cheating between couples) being played during the Jerry Springer show. The world we live in.

Yesterday I ventured down town TO in the ferocious heat with Scott, Gabe and Katy. Fun times were had by all. The highlights of the trip (aside from seeing everyone) included a lame, lame trip to York’s campus, and various sex shop visits. Scott and I invested in a pair of hand-cuffs. I use the word “invested” not because we’ll make money off of this, but because the pleasure that will be made will be unfathomable. I think it’s extremely cute how Scott can be sort of reserved about these sorts of things.

God damn I love my hair.