Unexpected non-rejection
When I was a much younger, much goth-ier pizzaforcat, in my more nihilistic moods I'd go to art exhibition openings with my brother, where we'd get truly wasted on free, cheap cask red and compete to see who could get rejected by the angriest lesbian we could find.

Sometimes, however, the shaven headed 50 year old woman in the bikie gear is actually just a 50 year old bikie that is flattered by the attention from a drunken young man, not a bull dyke.

Oddly she was one of the best shags I've had before or since, and we're still mates :)
(pizzaforcat ate some cement and HARDENED the FUCK UP on, Wed 10 Dec 2008, 23:09, 4 replies)

This amuses me greatly
what with me being a bikie lesbian!
Clicks for upsetting bull dykes!
( Rev. Jayneflakes Buy my book, I need the cash for drugs and hookers, Wed 10 Dec 2008, 23:41, closed)

It gets worse
My brother used to have this greatcoat with him, in which lived this rat called Wocket.

One of my fondest memories is getting into a slightly upper market art opening, pinching lots of bottles of red and lying in the gutter with little bro feeding this rat caviar and smoked salmon... how did I get so square, man?
(pizzaforcat ate some cement and HARDENED the FUCK UP on, Thu 11 Dec 2008, 0:51, closed)

As in
"There's a Wocket in my Pocket"?...

Just been reading that to my son.

Ace.
(Spreddum O Grrrr. That's my vicious circle, that is., Thu 11 Dec 2008, 8:36, closed)

This maketh me to giggle.
I've been glowered at by my share of hardcore dykes in the past due to my obvious maleness and heterosexuality, even without flirting with them. I wish it had occurred to me to try this...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 11 Dec 2008, 0:53, closed)