CTR

last weekend, at a jewelry exhibition soiree, too gay and they only had champagne drinks, i wore this little piece of jewelry to play my part at this event. still hurting from the night before, i jokingly "acronymed" the initials of the ring, CTR, to cuntaroo. my boif loves Ru, Roo of Winnie the pooh and me, only being able to device cunta from the letters C and T, came up with this cutesy bit, cuntaroo. my bu is a cuntaroo and on and on i giggled while calling him that. he didn't mind at all, he got the joke, it was an intimate moment shared in the showers'.

so we're at this soiree, and i'm having glass after glass of veuve clicquot where i was actually having a pretty decent time with these ladies of the yesteryear's punctuated conversations about jewelry, hereditary rights and who's who of purchased art. when out of no where, one of them, whom i was suspecting as a lesbian, pointed to my pinky ring and asked me if i knew what it stood for.

this pinky ring i had on was shaped like a teeny green medallion with the initials, CTR, on it. a gift that my bu had gotten from this girl in kindergarten. being a pack rat, he's kept it all these years and i had appropriated as my own and worn it to this event of jewelry. without letting the lesbian further divulge what she thought it meant, i told her that i didn't know, but had made a silly nickname from it for my boif using these initials, which she then asked for. hesitantly, i told her, knowing that, it was a semi-insult to any woman, but, hey, she seemed lesbianic so, i thought, what the hell, she must love pussy.

turns out it's a ring for the Mormon faith and that no, she's not a lesbian but had just suffered from cancer and was recovering from chemotherapy which was why her hair was short and not dyke-ish. oh, and it stands for "Choose the Right."



woops

oh hush already! turns out that she's Mormon, as was her 'friend'... who also
appeared lesbianic to my blurry intoxicated eyes.

lord all mighty jesus christ for the love of god jesus joseph and mary...
why in the world do i always end up putting my foot in my mouth.

oh well, at least i know what that ring stands for and it's not cuntaroo anymore...