Bite me

Shall we pretend you, my darling readers, all ... two and a half of you, have asked me: So, how have the last few days been? Vile my love. Completely vile. :D
We've had: cold shoulders, tantrums, unexpected reactions and really its quite obvious what someones been doing all weekend. But oddly enough I don't give a damn.
Last night was the first good night I've had in a long time. I bought one drink and paid my entry into a club and still managed to get fucked off my face. It was rather amazing, I was with people who don't expect anything from me and don't toss me aside like an old shoe just because they can and because someone else is there. It was like going home. I've always said that lot are like family to me and they so are, last night proved it. I adore them completely because even after months of not seeing each other properly nothings changed. Its a nice reminder that some people are stable in what they think of me.
The only downside of last night was the rather large girl who took a shine to me. I was in my docs, skinny jeans rolled up, punisher shirt and braces. Looking very boy. As I do. First off she asks me if I'm a transman - I was really tempted to bind last night but decided against it. My answer: No... I just like drag. And I wasn't particularly dragged. Really. Its strange the reaction people have when you say: Yeah tonight my names jack. But then she took to deciding I 'must' dance, which I didn't out of pride because she practically tried to carry me to the dance floor, I'm impressed with my resistance because she was damn huge and I'm a rake and she couldn't budge me. But in doing this she broke my braces, well, my MATE'S braces that I borrowed, ARGH not good. Fucker.
What else..? Friday day I managed to bite off one of the balls on my tongue bar and swallow it, really not impressed. Friday was a nice day, up until the point I got to the pub. I had been over excitable and bouncy for nearly two days solid and the minute there's a door slammed in my face it kinda sobered me up from it all and I just plunged into tired and a sick feeling. I think she's shut the door good and proper this time, because she's 'being good' with who exactly? Me or everyone? Just me I reckon. This is one of the things I hate about women, they can be completely fine with you and then a few hours later that's it. You've had it all and that's it. I'm not worrying though. As I said before, she can do what she wants and so can I.
Fundamental law of this girl: When she's there she's really there and when she's not she's REALLY not. (Imagine the high pitched squeak at 'REALLY'.) But that's okay. Because there's a new fundamental law building into my system, its called 'the bite me' reaction/system/device... whatever I'm not sure what it is. It starts like: You either want me or you don't want me. Not just some of the time not just most of the time, its either all the time or nothing, just me and no one else. And if you can't deal with that, you can bite me cos I'm not settling for less. This is coupled with: Clearly if I don't believe a word your saying because EVERYTHING you're doing is completely contradicting everything you're saying then, you also bite me.
Self preservation. Definition: Protecting what I've got left, before you desecrate that as well.