Alexis The Hunchback

I truly believe that SSL is embarrassed to bring me out in public.  What fucking else is new...  I still have not been able to put my finger on what exactly it is about me that he is embarrassed about. 

Maybe it's because I act "too white" for a Hispanic chick.

Maybe it's because I hate to wear makeup and he thinks that I'll look bad compared to other girls that are out in public.

Maybe it's because I just don't give a fuck about other people and do random things that will make him look like an amature babysitter.

Maybe he has another chick that he takes out instead and I'm the one that stays at home like a dickhead.

I'm sure that there are tons of things that he could use as reasons why he doesn't want me to be around him in certain settings.

1. My old profession as a Dominatrix
2. He doesn't want to bring sand to the beach
3. He has NEVER seen me dress up before and thinks that I don't know how to
4. I don't act "feminine" enough
5. And I don't fucking know... I can't handle my alcohol???



Here is how I see this little issue.  I could play the same stupid game and keep my personal life a secret, which would be very easy to do.  I chose not to because once someone is in my life, I don't give a damn what anyone else thinks about them.  Sorry, but I'm not like the rest of superficial 'America' who needs each and every little thing around them to look amazing so that in turn, they look the same.  This shit makes me hate relationships and males in general.  If it were not for males, then females would not feel the pressure of looking as close to perfection as they can.  They wouldn't walk around injected with silicon, buy their hair, eyes and nails, tan, spend their savings on bullshit clothing and act like morons so that a guy feels like he is superior.

So what is the proper course of action here?  I refuse to dress like a trophy piece so that's out of the question...

                             (Obviously I was drunk...  When I got dressed.)

My sister, who is really into fashion thinks that I'm a travesty and should be shot in the head because I walk around wearing workout clothing most of the time.  Whaaaat?!?!  How else am I going to remember to go to the gym?  I think that I am going to keep the status quo and just keep tabs.  Why?  Because revenge is a dish, best served cold.  When I finally get out of this slump and actually start wearing "normal" female clothing and actually do my hair in the morning, he is going to look at me and kick himself.  Why?  Because by then, it will be too late...