Monday, November 27, 2006

Don't Hate Me Because I'm Busy


Well, I hate to say it, but I've got waaaay too much on my plate at the moment to even think about coming up with something creative. Between a truckload of work and preparing for an upcoming vacation (yes, another one), I just won't have the time to post. I'd rather take a few weeks off than put up something ass-numbingly dull and insult your intelligence.

So, as it stands, don't expect to see anything new until the 18th of December. I hope you all won't forget me while I'm gone. Take care of yourselves. I'll be back before you know it.

XOXOX,

Trixie

ps...comments will be disabled while I'm away.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

They're Kidding, Right?

I went shopping last night for some, um, naughtier attire that I need for an upcoming trip. You know, the kind that they don't sell at Victoria's Secret or Frederick's of Hollywood. In fact, I think even Freddy himself would turn his perverted little nose up at the sight of the kinds of things I bought.

Chicago has hundreds of these tiny little mom & pop stores that service a more "exotic" clientele. Of course, being that their product is lingerie, they need to have a strict return policy. Hygiene and all, you know. However, there's strict, and then there's down-right funny. Here's an actual picture of my receipt. I swear, this is real. I couldn't make this shit up.



I'll leave you to your laughter.

XOXOX,

Trixie

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

The Not So Friendly Skies

I just got back from another wonderful trip to NYC. I had a blast, and can't wait to get back there soon. The only part I dread is getting there.

I've been traveling a good deal lately, and I have to tell you, I'm beginning to like flying less and less. I used to get excited before a trip. I loved sitting in airports. I would watch everyone and create stories about where they were going and what their lives were like. On the plane, the seat belt wasn't for my safety, but rather something to hold me back from jumping out of my seat from the anticipation of what lay ahead on my journey. Now it's all I can do not to use it to hang myself with.

It's bad enough that we're already forced to deal with weather issues, over-booked flights, delays for repairs and security checks. There's nothing we can do about these things. One would think that being in the same boat with 300 other passengers would be a bonding experience. Yet we're constantly adding to the annoyance level by acting like complete shits and making our already miserable experience worse.

The truth is, cramped quarters really do bring out the worst in people. There are a lot of selfish people out there who, for whatever reason, completely forget about the collective "we" factor when stuck in an uncomfortable spot and focus only on the "I." I can't tell you how many times I've seen some jackass completely go off on a poor gate agent because a flight is delayed or cancelled, as if their life was the only one affected. We've all witnessed this kind of behavior at one time or another.

So, sitting on my VERY delayed flight, I began to make a list of all the crappy things that I've either seen or had happen to me while flying the "friendly" skies. Of course, when I finished it, I knew I'd post it here as another of my Public Service Announcements. I swear to you, each and every situation below HAS happened to me. If I can save just one of you, I've done my job. So here you go...


Trixie's Guide To Being a Polite Airline Passenger

DO NOT change your child's diaper IN THE SEAT between other passengers. What kind of person does this? CRAP belongs in the bathroom.

DO keep the volume down on your ipod. There's a reason they come with headphones...so other people don't have to hear your shitty choice in music.

DO NOT use your tray table, or the seat in front of you as a drum set.

DO tell your children to stop kicking the seat in front of them. Tie their ankles together if you have to.

DO NOT continuously crack your knuckles, or your gum, or you'll get my hand cracked over your head.

DO bathe and apply deodorant before your flight.

DO NOT bathe in your perfume or cologne before your flight.

DO brush your teeth before your flight. NOTHING is worse than sitting next to someone with halitosis for three hours.

DO NOT talk loudly on your cell phone before takeoff and after landing. The whole cabin does not want to hear how you fucked some guy from Jersey this weekend.

DO turn your electronics off when they ask you to. They won't take off until you do, you jerkoff.

DON'T knowingly try to carry on a bag that's too overstuffed to fit in the overhead compartment. Check that shit. I don't want to wait while they gate-check your bag.

DO observe the personal space of the people sitting next to you. I don't want your fucking thigh on me for the duration of a four hour flight.

DO NOT behave in a way that would require anyone on the plane to use the word "asshole" in reference to you.

DO sit down, shut up and let the rest of us travel in peace.

I think that's all I've got for now. Anyone care to add something else?


Friday, November 17, 2006

Happy Anniversary To Me

Exactly one year ago today, Bated Breath became a part of my life. Looking back on that first post, I wondered if I had any idea how this whole thing would affect my life. I think about the person I was then, to the one I am now, and though I'm still fundamentally the same, there are a few things about me that have changed. I think it's got something to do with the words being therapeutic. Once they started coming out, everything else in my life began to get better. It's amazing the difference a year can make in your life.

I'll be eternally grateful to this blog (and therefore, myself) for what it's given me. I've been allowed to reach out, to meet so many wonderful people that I may have never had the opportunity to know had it not been for this...people I couldn't imagine living my life without now. You all know who you are. I don't think I need to name names. Sure, there have been some regrets along the way, too. There are things that I would have liked to have said - and done - differently. But I can't change that now, and my only choice is to look forward to the wonderful things that lay before me.

So, before this starts to sound like a bad karaoke version of Sinatra's "My Way," I'd like to end this with a few thank you's. Thank you for reading. Thank you for sharing. Thank you for caring. Most importantly, thank you for letting me be ME.

XOXOX,

Trixie

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Screw THAT!

What do you get when you cross menstrual cramps that make one feel as if they're being stabbed to death, and enough bloating to make a girl feel like a beached whale? Answer:

A very pissed off Trixie


What don't you get? Answer:

An HNT.


Do I give a shit whether anyone likes it or not? Answer:

Not in the slightest.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Rainbow Girl

A long time ago, my father was complaining about a family member who was causing him no end of grief. I remember him saying to me, "Remember, Trix, you can choose your friends, but you can't choose your family." This is one time I'll disagree with him, and last evening proved why.

I went to a birthday party last night for the four year-old daughter of a close friend. I had sort of dreaded going, knowing I'd run in to an ex there (a story for another day), but in the end, I'm glad I went. I suppose I should give you a little background information, though, before I continue.

K-Bear, as I like to call her, is the child of a Caucasian mother and Jamaican and Nigerian father. Of course, she's beautiful, as most interracial children tend to be, and she's much smarter than your average 4 year old. Mom is a vegan, politically active (do I even need to tell you which party she belongs to?) and very involved in the community. Dad, on the other hand, is rather conservative, definitely NOT vegan, and prefers watching TV to protest rallies.

Mom's family is out West, and Dad's, well, let's just say that his family chose not to be in the picture. That being the case, they've created their own little family right here in Chicago. Comprised mostly of co-workers past and present, they've formed a pretty tight-knit, if not highly unlikely, little unit. We may not be blood relatives, but each and every one of us is K-Bear's aunt and uncle.

So, how to describe our motley crew, this makeshift group she calls her family? Well, let's see. There are vegan gay & lesbian couples, left-wing activists, "Joey Bagadonuts"-type nightclub managers with their silicone-breasted girlfriends, and a person of pretty much every race and spiritual belief under the sun. Basically, we're a bunch of people who wouldn't, under most circumstances, probably EVER be caught dead under the same roof. Yet there we were, getting along because we all have one thing in common...we love that little girl.

I envy K-Bear. She's growing up where the "abnormal" (as far as society sees it) is part of her every day life. She doesn't see skin color. She doesn't look away uncomfortably when she sees two women kissing. At four, she understands that love is love, no matter what nationality you are or whom you choose to commit yourself to. She already comprehends the meaning of the words acceptance and diversity.

She pulled all of us together, which is why my present to her (below), in the end, seemed so appropriate. She's our Rainbow Girl.



Ok, sure, it's a bit cheesy. Sue me.


Monday, November 13, 2006

A Question For My "Freakier" Readers

Does anyone know where I can pick up a pair of undies that glow? You know, like those necklaces you see at street festivals? I'd also love it if I could find a matching glowy bra. You can e-mail me directly if you'd like. Just click the link on my side bar.

Really, don't ask why. You don't want to know.

XOXOX,

Trixie

Thursday, November 09, 2006

A Political Statement HNT

I very rarely discuss my political views these days, save with those that I know share similar thoughts. I used to be one of those loud-and-proud crazy people, voicing my opinion to anyone within earshot. Believe me when I tell you that I've lost more than one friend because of it.

As I've gotten older, though, I've realized that while it's important to discuss the facts, it's often the quiet opinions that speak the loudest. Voting, for example. And then of course, there's this...


I'm blue, all the way down to my panties (well, thanks to Photoshop, I am).

Happy HNT everyone!

XOXOX,

Trixie

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Please, Oh, Please, Oh Please!


The Donkey
Originally uploaded by TrixieChicago.

Watching this shit like a hawk. No time for posting. Back later, either really freaking happy, or cranky as hell.

XOXOX,

Trixie

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Chopped



Yep, it's all gone. Chopped it right off. I feel better already. Definitely more Pixie-ish, no? Please excuse the lack of makeup. It's been a looooong day.

Until Tomorrow,

Trixie

Monday, November 06, 2006

I'm Not, I Don't, I Won't, I Am

Dear TD,

This letter is a long time coming, but it's not one I ever wanted to write. I feel, though, that my hand has been forced. Forced by you, and your behavior. So let's get a few things straight, shall we?

I'M NOT...
Your therapist, your sounding board, your babysitter, or your significant other. I'm not your child, mother or best friend. I'm not responsible for you.

I DON'T...
Get paid to deal with your bullshit every week. I don't have the time to listen to your sob stories or your lies. I don't enjoy having my time wasted, or making excuses for your actions to others.

I WON'T...
Take your abuse any longer. I won't solve your problems, and I won't listen to any more apologies. I won't watch you slowly kill yourself. I won't feel sorry for you for one more second.

I CAN'T...
Sit back and watch you ruin your life, and the lives of those that still care about you.

I AM...
Disgusted by you. I am tired of watching you sit there, night after night, stumbling drunk and making an ass of yourself rather than going home and trying to heal yourself.

I am your bartender, now, and nothing more. I DON'T, WON'T, CAN'T give a damn about you ever again. You have abused my good nature and my faith in our friendship for the very last time.

Trix

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Kissing the Water


Kissing the Water_R
Originally uploaded by TrixieChicago.


I think I'm going to forego the usual HNT, simply because I posted the equivalent of weeks worth of HNT's just yesterday. If you feel the need to see more skin, though, feel free to click on the photo above, or the Flickr badge on my sidebar. There's plenty of nekkidness there. I have also posted a few more sunset pics as well, for those of you who don't need to see my naked ass (or other parts) every day.

Now, as for the trip report I've been promising, I've decided against it. Why? Because I just don't think I'll be able to do it justice with mere words. It's something you have to experience for yourselves. I can tell you about it until I'm blue in the face, but you'll never get it until you're standing smack in the middle of it.

So instead, I'll hope that you'll enjoy the pictures, and that the images of fun and joy speak for themselves. I also hope that they'll inspire you to take the time to experience this amazing place at least once in your lifetime. I promise you, you won't be disappointed.

XOXOX,

Trixie

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words, Right?


The Other Side of Branded
Originally uploaded by TrixieChicago.


Well, if that's true, then I've written about 42,000 words tonight...and that's barely even scratched the surface. I've got more, but out of respect for the privacy of my friends, I think I'll keep a few of the photographs to myself. However, as promised, I have posted a bunch of Fantasy Fest pics here, or you can just click on the flickr badge on my sidebar.

I hope you enjoy looking at them as much as we enjoyed taking them. We all had an amazing time, and I highly recommend that each and every one of you check out Fantasy Fest for yourselves.

I'll post some more tomorrow, along with some thoughts and stories. So, until then, happy perving!!!

XOXOX,

Trixie