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THE HITLER
DIARIES
VOLUME TWO: MI VIDA LOCA. In which our heroine has a run-in
with the border patrol, discovers her bisexuality, and is nearly raped
by an over-enthusiastic suitor. Also, she whines about her health and appearance.
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10/01/98
Jesus, I've had nightmares like this... Pictures of Ursula made the rounds at my job! I was checking my email at work, and Empira had been kind enough to send me some pictures of my appearance on Music for Nimrods. I looked ultra-skanky in most of these pics, the one I posted in the first volume of this-here diary was far and away the least nauseating of the bunch. I can never tell if I'm really gorgeous in a weird way, or if I'm so hideous that I should just put a bag over my head and go live under a bridge. I know I look OK in the pictures on this site, but those ARE glamour shots after all... they don't really show off the Gillian Anderson kink in the bridge of my nose, or the fact that I'm about as tall as two regular girls put together. Seeing pictures of myself in drag is always weird; in some pictures I'm this ravishing beauty, in others I'm a total beast. Sometimes I'll think a picture is hideous to start with, then a few weeks later I'll see it again and I'll think I look great. Or vice versa. The pictures from the Nimrods show were genuinely traumatic. I was so slouchy and pasty and gross, I looked like Ringo Starr in a dress. I just wanted them to GO AWAY, but when I was closing down my email I guess I did something wrong, because somehow the pictures ended up getting sent to the secretary whose computer I had been using! I had no clue about it until a week or so later, when one of my editors happened to mention it when we were talking on the phone. "Um... we came across these weird pictures in the system... some kind of... TRANSVESTITE party??" I tried to just act super-casual about the whole thing, but since then I've noticed some of my co-workers giving me really WEIRD looks. I could maybe deal with the people at work knowing about Ursula, but of course I just HAD to look like a total bow-wow in those pictures! If I had to be outed, I would've at least liked to have looked my prettiest when it happened. I think my parents are starting to get a clue about Ursula, too. They were helping me move the last of my stuff out of my old place, and I noticed a big DRAG BOOK sticking out of one of the boxes they'd packed up! It was some fat pink book with big painted queens all over the cover, the kinda thing that'd make any parent suspicious. I'm sure they've also wondered about litle details like my shaved arms, and the various cosmetics I've accidentally left in plain sight once or twice when my folks dropped by for a visit. I just know that one of these days when mommy and daddy are dropping by I'll screw up and leave a size 12 high-heel lying around! Of course I'm tempted to just tell my parents the truth & be done with it, but that's NOT a good idea. I love my mom & dad, but they're not too cool about some things; just recently drag queens somehow came up when I was talking to my mom, & she went into this big bigoted rant, it was loads of fun to listen to. I doubt my parents would disown me if I told them all about Ursula, but it would be this HUGE family trauma with lots of tears and hollering and sleepless nights for all concerned. Considering how these days I only see my parents once or twice a month (they live way out in the desert,) I think I'm doing us all a favor by keeping my shameful proclivities a secret. Unfortunately the more Ursula invades my life, the less I have to talk about with my parents when I do see them. I'm so busy trying to remember everything I CAN'T talk about that I don't have much energy left to think of stuff that I CAN talk about. My parents must wonder why I've been gradually shutting them out of my life. We were so close once, and now every conversation is strained at best and downright painful at worst. I wish I could tell them the truth: we're losing each other because I love them too much to hurt them by letting them see who I really am. 10/4/98
I have a new email pal, a cantankerous young author named Revered Tom. I first met him when he sent me a vicious parody of my online diary: "First I went to this club and then I went to that club and then I went to another club and then the next day my boss yelled at me at work, don't you HATE it when that happens, so that night I went to another club and I met this guy he was SO cute and now I'm in love and the next morning I'm not in love anymore. Don't you HATE it when that happens?" He made Ursula sound like the biggest airhead in the world! I did think it was pretty funny, but it was so mean! It was riddled with errors, too... like I never said I was in love with any boy but K! Linna doesn't count. Even if she's got a penis, she's still all-girl. & I yelled at my boss, not the other way 'round! Anyhow, that first email was certainly a strange way to try & win a girl's heart, but then that's how so many of you boys operate... when you like a girl you can't resist pulling her pigtails, flipping her skirt up, spilling ink on the front of her dress. Quite sad. Tom was a handful to begin with, but now I've tamed him & he treats Ursula with proper respect. He's actually quite the little gentleman - he even requested a song for me on Music for Nimrods! OK, I asked him to do it, but he picked just the RIGHT song. All Tomorrow's Parties. Isn't that great? It's so Ursula! 10/15/98
Once I got inside, I felt like the biggest dope in the history of the planet; I'd dressed up in this big shmantzy prom dress and driven halfway across the state just to sit around for an hour or two and talk! The absurdity of it hit me all at once, & I had a pretty bad case of nervous giggles. Our little visit went fine enough once we settled down, but then on my drive home I got stopped by the border patrol! I had paranoid visions of being strip-searched, buggered senseless, & thrown in some 6x6 cell with a bunch of blood-thirsty banditos who'd cut me open and feast on my entrails like they were albondigas, but I got lucky; the cop just gave me a blank stare and waved me on. Mi vida loca! 10/7/98
10/21/98
All of this junk was going through my mind in the few seconds that the kiss lasted, but the thing that was really making my brain do somersaults in my skull was the fact that I had seen a couple of K's friends at the club earlier. What if they saw me being kissed by this queen, and they told K all about it?? What would K think? Maybe she'd think I was having an affair! She wouldn't know that I'd just been standing there when this crazy queen walked up and planted a big wet smacker on me! Yikes! I gently pushed the queen away and told him I was seeing somebody, and he countered by telling me that he was MARRIED! I said no a few more times, until he finally got the message. Then his two friends re-materialized as quickly and mysteriously as they'd vanished, and they all left the club together. Now, this is where things get WEIRD. I was
standing there in the corner, still feeling kinda dizzy, when this huge,
good-looking, really muscular guy walks up & asks if I'm OK. He was
dressed all in black and looked like a bouncer, so I figured he'd seen
me kind've pushing the queen away before and he'd assumed I'd been assaulted
or something. I said I was OK, and he gave me some gum... and then, after
about five seconds of chatting, HE started kissing me! I pulled away, but
he was all over me, with his giant hands pulling me up against him and
his big, dry lips all over my face. It felt like a grizzly bear attack.
I REALLY didn't wanna make this gigantic face-sucker mad, so I kept trying
to politely decline, but he was relentless, "all hands" as the girls say.
It was so weird, because the whole situation was EXACTLY like some cheesy
tranny fantasies I've read online, and even had myself on occasion: Giant
gorgeous guy, in a club, won't take no for answer, etc... he even had an
English accent, although Lord knows if it was real. In those stories it
sounds like this big erotic thing, but the reality was AWFUL, and it was
made worse by the fact that if K's friends were watching me, they were
now gonna tell her that I'd been hanging out in a dark corner kissing TWO
different boys! K was gonna dump me for sure now, and I hadn't even DONE
anything.
The idea of trying to REALLY fight back by
kicking or biting him or whatever never occurred to me, I was simply too
afraid. I used to be a real juvie once upon a time, I got in fights in
high school & all that, but in recent years Ursula has taken over to
such a degree that I've become quite a delicate creature. These days I
don't think I COULD fight if I wanted to! I've gotten so in touch with
my feminine side, if somebody so much as called me a bad name I'd probably
burst into tears.
Once I got free, I ran over to the remaining Nimrods (safety in numbers, you know) and hung around with them for awhile, making sure not to look around the room too much for fear of spotting my new boyfriend again. My car was parked far away, and I was honestly scared to leave by myself! I told Empira the basics of what'd happened, & she was very sweet about it, she kept saying, "Oh, you poor dear," and she offered to walk me back to my car. It was funny, because earlier in the evening EMPIRA had actually been groping me quite a bit! Empira gropes everybody though, and somehow her gropes always seem so cute & harmless, like when a kitten rubs up against your ankles to get attention. I can't explain the difference, but it was night and day, believe me. When I got home I paced back and forth all night, feeling bad nine different ways at once. I suddenly understood why so many girls feel so guilty after they've been raped; a voice in my head kept saying, "well, what'd you expect? You dress like a whore, you get treated like one! What did you put all that makeup on for? Before he grabbed you, weren't you wishing some boy would hit on you? You were ASKING FOR IT!" I'd fought to get away from the guy, but I was afraid of him, so maybe I hadn't fought hard enough. This was just from being pawed a little, I can't imagine what I would have felt like if I'd actually been raped. I thought about waking K up to tell her the whole story, but I also wondered if it was better not to say anything. After all, maybe her friends hadn't seen anything! I'd just ignore it, and maybe this whole nightmare would go away. Finally I had to face the fact that even if her friends didn't tell her, I'd never be able to keep a secret like that from K. I'm too used to telling her all the sordid details of my crazy life. When we woke up the next day I told her the whole story, and she amazed me by being completely cool and casual about it, even when I confessed that I'd actually enjoyed the first kiss. "Curiousity is natural," she told me. I'd thought she was going to be mad at me, but she was actually furious with the goon who had pawed me! "I wish I'd been there," she told me. "I woulda kicked his ass!" That was so adorable it almost made me cry; it was the man in her, coming to the surface and wanting to protect me. She was wonderful, even if she couldn't resist waggling her little index finger at me and saying "Maybe NOW you have some idea of what real girls go through!" I don't know how many sit-coms I've seen where a girl fights off some horny jerk in the backseat of a car. I've been that horny jerk myself once or twice. I've never raped anybody, but when I was a screwed-up teenager, there were nights when it took a lot of "no's" before I listened. I never imagined I'd know what it feels like to be that girl in the backseat. You feel very, very small, and there's this huge, heavy person on top of you who knows you're scared, and doesn't care. Maybe he even likes it. If you're lucky you get out unhurt, and then you go home and you wash off what's left of your makeup while trying not to look too closely at the face in the mirror. I still envy women, and I wish just for one night they knew what it was like to be an ugly, miserably horny boy that nobody wants to screw, the kind of boy girls actually laugh at when he asks them out. But I also wish every boy could spend a night as that girl in the backseat. I don't know what I'm going to DO with my newfound bisexuality, exactly. I guess me & K have some talking to do, but I know I'll never do anything to jeopardize being with her, and I'll never keep secrets from her. As long as I live, K is the only woman, as well as the only man, that I shall ever love. 10/25/98
Well, today was a splendid change of pace; Me & K went clothes shopping on Melrose (it's been FAR too long since we've had the chance to do this) & we ended up walking out of this one vintage store - Aardvark's - with BAGS of neat stuff. K got all kinds of boy stuff, including a cute tux coat, & I got two gorgeous ballgowns, one a dusky burgundy & the other a screaming purple. They look kind've Cinderlla-ish, but slutty. I'm going to wear one of them to the Fetish Ball next weekend, & K's gonna be a little Vampire Lestat goth boy. I know I won't have to worry about any crude advances from strangers this time; if anybody gets near me, K will BITE 'em! 11/1/98
If I seem exceptionally blue this evening, I've got good reason: Music for Nimrods has been cancelled! Apparently Dan had some guests on who spilled a soda or something, so KPFK up & fired him. Obviously, they were looking for a reason. They've been cutting back on all of their old and/or controversial shows lately. %$^#@&^%!! I'm gonna really, really miss that show... besides, I was kinda hoping to be a guest again soon! Well, our Halloween festivities went off reasonably well, although I wouldn't say tonight was one of our greatest excursions. We spent SO much time getting my dress ready... K was obsessed with making sure everything was just right! She spent all morning driving around to stores getting fabric & stuff, then in the afernoon she came home & got to work sewing. I tried to help, but mostly I just got in the way. The final result was pretty impressive, I must say; a big burgundy velvet ballgown, with lots of pettycoats & a hoop-skirt I bought off Ebay for ten bucks. I made a reasonably fetching countess, I think, and K was a GREAT little vampire count, with a total 17th century costume, including a sword, and sideburns! We had to park far away and wait in a long, LONG line outside, but once we got in we did see some neat costumes; an Asian Wonder Woman, a Dominatrix Unicorn, a Bug Lamp (he was wired up head-to-toe with lights, he looked like a one-man laserium show). I was such a delicate creature in my dress; stairs were hard to manage, as was sitting, or manuevering throgh a crowd, and I was so BIG, people couldn't help but bump into me all the time. I felt like a New Years Day float; huge and flowery and brittle. We were so naughty, we found a secluded corner and K did all kinds of crazy things to me, she peeled back my petticoats like the petals of a rose, exposing the tender pink bud within. Now my brand-new dress is all rumpled, & you can bet it'll need dry-cleaning. There's always so much CLEAVAGE at these things, it makes me want real boobs so bad. One of these days, I just gotta get my chest pumped full of baloney juice. A while back I read about this stripper who had rubber sacks put into her tits that she can inflate by squeezing these little pumps in her armpits. That way, she can have itty-bits tits or GIANT boobs, depending on her mood. It sounds kinda scary and Clive Barker-ish, but it also sounds fabulous! That way I could have big boobs, but I could put them away when I had to go to work or visit my parents. THAT's what I want for my birthday! 11/27/98
Oh yeah, November's Dragstrip was... fine. No, we had fun, it was just a kinda blah night. The dance floor was waaay too crowded with kamikaze slam-dance jerks & hardly anybody we knew showed up, but we still managed to have some fun. The theme was 1 Million Years BC, so we went as cave-people hipsters, with K in a leopard-print shirt & me in a leopard minidress. K did make one SEXY little cave-man, and I thought I made a pretty nifty cave-girl, if I may say so. K bought me the prettiest coat -- long and black and velvety, and it went with my outfit SO well. That boy knows how to win a girl's heart, no foolin'. 12/16/98
Most of the Nimrods gang was there,and we spent so long hanging around with them that afterwards we worried we'd made big pests of ourselves. Dashelle seems to be coming out of that post-cancellation funk, and she was looking ravishing as always. She is SUCH a flirt, it always makes my head spin. Dash's utterly lovely girlfriend, Katie, told us about this crazy medieval castle-thing she's built in her living room. Apparently it's about the size of a coffee table, and it sounds amazing. Hearing about it has gotten us re-inspired about or own wacky home decoration project. We're decorating each room like our house is a big theme-park, with different "lands". The computer room is our trashy sci-fi room, full of rockets and Frankensteins and K's Star Trek toys, while the bedroom is the gothic, Haunted Mansion-like area, the bathroom is the Atlantis room, and the backyard is the Exotic Jungle Bazaar, with wicker chairs and little statues and a big steamer trunk covered with stickers. When we're done, this place should look so neat we'll have to charge visitors admission. Um... where was I? Oh yeah, Dragstrip! Well, it was great overall, but there was one spooky moment when the guy who mauled me a few months ago (see above) showed up. As soon as I saw him I tried to kinda hide behind K, but it was too late, he'd already seen me. He hovered around for a minute, standing just a few feet away from K, but then finally he got the message that I wasn't interested in a second date & he took off. Whew! Just seeing him again scared me silly, but once he was gone it wasn't long before I'd forgotten he was even there. K never fails to surprise me! Normally I have
to pout for days to get her to dress up really girly, but this time it
was all her idea. I love stepping out with my man, but it was fantastic
being lesbian girlfriends for the night. By the end of the evening we were
both so covered with lipstick that we looked sunburned!
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