Cassandra Disque | October 23, 2002
I finally got around to chopping off my hair after it bothering me for being too shaggy the past few months. Not as short as ‘s, nor as short as I chopped it in the spring, but similar to that. Looks better this time. darby said I look gorgeous, and one must always trust the [...]
Cassandra Disque | October 23, 2002
I look better without my mask. (Past entries such as this one reveal what I’m talking about.) I gave away a wig today. I may give away the other tomorrow. All my club and queen clothes are being sold. Those days are over.
Cassandra Disque | October 22, 2002
I moved back to D.C. in December 2000/January 2001. My parents and friends begged me to come back, I was so sick. I was an out patient at a Pittsburgh hospital for both physical and mental illness, though the doctors urged me to check myself in as an in patient. My apartment was literally killing [...]
Cassandra Disque | October 5, 2002
The sudden realization that I have performed sexual acts with almost two thirds of the people on my Livejournal friends list hits me tonight as I sit on the toilet while I furiously masturbate and mentally count on my fingers as I try to remember who amongst the many accounts has seen me naked. In [...]
Cassandra Disque | October 4, 2002
Last week five different people commented on all the weight I have lost in the past month. “All the weight” being ten pounds. Thirty-five pounds since May. Down a full fifty since the last time I had previously weighed myself, which was last July. Eran mentioned losing weight and disappearing in one of his entries; [...]
Since 1996, my life has been a long journey of visiting one doctor after another. I look more or less fine, but I'm not. My daily pill count is like playing the dozens with a hospice patient. One doctor will say I'm doomed, and send me to another for treatment, but the treating doctor will find nothing within his or her area of practice that can be treated.
My life is better than a comedy, better than a drama. Anyone who has done this knows what I mean when I say that you have to not only know the rules, but also play the part in order to be allowed in the game. Most people find what we go through in the medical merry-go-round to be unbelievable, which is why I call it "The Drag of Gimp."
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