My sister told me I was a Drama Queen

A mirror I told her and that’s all. I am just trying to keep loving her until she forgives me because I have no choice.

Then she told me I didn’t love her I loved drama and I was dead to her.

But I know I’m not a Drama Queen, I am more like a Drama Princess.

But I have to ask myself could it be… Could I really be one of those adrenaline junkies I am so quick to spot out in a crowd? The special kind of person who is the best person you want in a crisis because they stay calm in the eye of the storm. But if it’s not a life or death situation they like to make it feel like one.

I know I am dramatic and I feel things intensely, and maybe I haven’t had the greatest outlets for that drama in the past many years. Maybe I should be doing Gorilla Theater on the streets.

All I have done for years is write. It started just as promise to everyone that I would stay in touch to ease their worries that I was still alive. Then maybe it just became something I did for myself to remind myself I was alive.

People eventually got over the semi-annual Aradia's going away or coming home party.

Now that’s Dramatic. I love it.

Now I try to have my keep my pity parties private.

Really honestly though, I gotta tell ya, I actually feel like a Drag Queen. I remember the days when I was a teenager with Sharon and we would watch Pricilla Queen of the Dessert over and over again hoping to someday grow up to be Drag Queens that beautiful.

Sometimes I feel like a dude trapped in a curvy ladies body. I’ve done so many things gone so many places that women don’t really go, things women don’t do alone. Man’s worlds. I got tough in places that world told me women aren’t supposed to be tough. I found out, why it is, those cultures don’t have women in those places. I have seen shit I would rather pretend doesn’t exist in real human persons lives. I have always kept myself safe though, trusting my gut, and using common sense. Plus lucky for me I’m usually bigger then the men in those countries. Rarely used em' but often flexed me muscles.

Plus I spent years holding people for a living. I learned to hold half naked men and woman's bodies in my arms without turning on 1 percent of my sexual engery so that they would feel safe. And could remember the orginal nuturer.

But oddly enough I feel disarmed here in this country and confused at the customs because I think I should already understand them. Been confused at times at how to turn my sexual engery back on.

Sometimes I feel like an ethereal virgin removed from and disconnected from all but my practice. I've spent months of my life dressed all in white. Seen by my neighbors as the oldest unmarried woman on earth, and the only one they had ever seen live alone. Pobrecita. They kept an eye out for me.

People at home might find that hard to believe. Someone (I still don’t know who) told my sweetie when he was out and about on Alberta street. Watch out for that girl she has a boyfriend in every state, probably every country.

Now… I do not for the record have any boyfriends in a majority of the states or a majority of the countries in this world. And honestly I have lots of boy friends. I have one Boyfriend these days which really what I wanted all along.

But people can say what they will because I know myself and my sweetie knows me. And wants to know me more.

To my family I am seen as the raging social extrovert who runs off with her whims. But fragile in ways, and in need of being protected at times from herself.

To my friends who have known me through the years they know I am sensitive in ways that often overwhelm me, and I’m also raging social extrovert who runs off with her whims.

I am a base line optimist and usually assume the best about people. Although I have heard through the grapevine that people thought I was stuck up, self-absorbed, or that I snubbed them.

ME??? I just have a terrible memory people. Quite fickle and selective.

And I am like humans tend to be self-absorbed.

Can you change in your life from an Extrovert to an Introvert based on your environment?? I think someone told me it was less about how you behaved in the world and more about you how recharged.

I learned how to recharge by being alone. But not until I got away from my all 16 of siblings and all 29 of my parents. ( i also NEVER exaggerate and am very modest) So I suppose I am introvert. Just an introverted Drama Drag Queen that tries her best to function in the world but is also an epileptic insomniac with a possible martyr complex.

Really though, labels are for entertainment purposes only. So call me whatever you feel like.
Just call me.
Anything please,
but stuck up,
I really do like people they just scare me sometimes.