looking for the fast forward

Cassandra Disque | December 29, 2006

I’m convinced that the doctors are confused; my ear drums weren’t perforated over the weekend. What has in fact happened, is that my brain has started to rot. It is now leaking out my nose and ears. This is what is causing the swelling, pain, and disgusting mess that has warranted the prescriptions of Prednisone, [...]

Holla if you’re gimpy

Cassandra Disque | December 27, 2006

Last week, Darpino and I went up to the Ottobar to catch The Ex. Or was that the week before? Time has been rushing so fluid, so quickly, like a a river over falls. I’ve lost track of everything. But it was around that time, right after Jamie left, that my cold started. I just [...]

Sugar babies

Cassandra Disque | December 20, 2006

My experiences with Vlad the Impaler taught me that what I had previously thought was an urban myth — the man who wants to spend his money on frivolous female upkeep (hair, nails, clothing, etc.) — actually does exist. I’ve just been dating feminists, or misogynist tightwads, or perhaps feminist tightwads. Or all the above. [...]

Thank god for drag queens

Cassandra Disque | December 10, 2006

Summer Camp with Oooh and La La, by Danny Fowler, at DC’s Crack The thing is, I’ve spent all my life aspiring to that. Nature gipped me. I was born in a female body, when I should have been born a drag queen. I simply can’t be that fun or fabulous. Last night’s show at [...]

"The Drag of Gimp"

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."


About the author

Cassandra Disque

Extemporaneous flibbertigibbet with bone lumps growing out of my coccyx. I was born in 1981. I was another case of "too much, too young," or at least I wanted to be. Now I'm leaning toward "too little, too late," as my body conks out on me, and I find I haven't done hardly any of the things I wanted. This is supposed to happen to people twice my age, so you might find my perspective on life to be a little unusual -- as in, I find just about everything to be hysterically funny, because there's little use in worrying when it's all going to go kaput.