What an amazing weekend!

My cousin, one of my best friends (also my cousin's boyfriend), his brother, and I, hit the town—hard! The original plan had been to have a house party Saturday night, but as we were the only four present, we decided to take our party to the public instead, like gate crashers stuck in reverse. Indy time is quite crazy here on the Gold Coast, so we knew we were in for an awesome time.

While waiting for the bus, a man passing by approached us, stopping to dribble some unintelligible drunk-speak before asking if he could kiss my cousin. She refused, and hid behind her boyfriend, so he then asked if he could kiss me instead—the next best thing? Even with my facial hair, I suppose I must have been the next closest thing to a woman there, as I was wearing makeup, but only eyeliner this time though. I loved the bearded lady freak show look that I had going on, but it's unfortunate that I didn't take any photos, as I'm now clean-shaven again, with a haircut to soon follow.

So, anyway, I'm no stranger to being hit on by gay guys (it must be my feminine vibe), but this is the first time a straight man has bent in my presence. Perhaps I just have that effect on people! I told him to do whatever he must, to which he replied with a sloppy kiss to my cheek. We bid him adieu, and our party of four shared a good laugh over that one.

I should probably say that I'm not gay, but I'm often asked if I am, to which the conversation usually goes as follows:

"Are you gay?"
"No, I'm an androgyne."
"What's that?"
"It means that my gender identity, who I am in my mind, is somewhere between, or both, male and female."
"So you're bisexual?"
"No. Gender identity and sexual orientation are two separate things. Think of me as being a male lesbian."

At this point, they generally pretend to understand what I'm talking about, or decide that the enigma that is me is not worth the effort to figure out.

The bus was quite late, so we decided to catch a taxi into town instead. Soon after, one just simply stopped without being hailed or anything, with the driver asking us if we needed a ride. Things have a habit of just falling into place like that when I'm around, and I'm sure my companions are as appreciative of it as I am. You see, the universe and I have a special understanding. I do whatever it asks me to do, and I'll be thrown a bone or two for my trouble. It's like we have this shady, under-the-table deal going on that nobody else is aware of, with each experience of synchronicity and serendipity existing as God's all-knowing wink.

We finally made it into town, and headed straight for a club we hadn't been to before that supposedly plays rave music, Elsewhere. Skate shoes weren't allowed apparently, not even my ones with the pretty red laces, so we literally went elsewhere, to my usual haunt, Cocktails and Dreams.

I didn't drink anything but water while out, as I have an ever-growing aversion to alcohol. I don't see the point in using drugs that steal your awareness, and money for that matter. Alcohol now makes me feel worse rather than better. It must be said that I don't judge anyone that likes to drink, it's just that I, personally, don't need it anymore. Could this be the same guy that once had to drown himself in a sea of inebriation before he would even take one step onto the dancefloor? How amazing this transformation has been for me!

I have a habit of dancing myself into trance, and this night was no different. In this state, I become the music—I don't dance to it; it moves me. It seems that every time I go out to nightclubs, my dancing gets complimented. I remember an amusing occasion that happened a couple of months ago. I was trance dancing when I suddenly heard a female voice by my side: "He didn't even see me!"

It soon became apparent that this gorgeous girl had tried to dance with me, but I'd been totally oblivious to her presence. Oops!

As the intensity of the night blossomed, there was an orgy of dry sex on the dancefloor, but I remained a body grinding virgin this time round. I danced with a few lovely ladies, but I didn't feel a special connection with any of them. Well, there was one, but she had another guy in her eyes, so I let her go. There was also another one that I sensed, but I didn't get to dance with her as she not only had another guy in her eyes, but in her arms, and down her throat.

I thought it would be a good time to take a break before I danced myself into paraplegia, so I made rendezvous with my cousin and friend who were already outside. We sat at a table nearby to watch the nightlife dance by our eyes. People spectating is one of my most favourite pastimes.

A woman dropped her handbag from the balcony above onto the ground below, and I was dismayed to see that the first few people that walked by just pretended that they didn't see it, but one man passing by retrieved it, and successfully passed it back up on his second attempt. For his chivalry, I praised him with an enthusiastic applause, and he approached our table and bowed before us, before striking a number of hero-like poses. He had me laughing so hard I was surprised that my guts didn't burst out of my belly button!

His girlfriend then came over and said how sorry she was for his behaviour, and that he doesn't get out much. Huh? Her apologies were simply projections of her own judgment of him, and she was completely unaware of how utterly enamoured I was with this man's spirit. He made my night!

It's so beautiful to fall in love with everybody that I meet, but I feel a much deeper connection with the angels with the light in their eyes, and I seem to be meeting more and more of these gorgeous creatures as I allow this light to shine through myself.

I had a little heart-to-heart with my cousin about how she will never be happy by comparing herself to these other girls, who she saw as being so much more beautiful than herself. I know what it's like to judge and hate yourself like that, so I was only too happy to share my own experience of how I came to love myself. I learned so much about using empathy and love as a means for transmission. She appreciated my words, and praised me for my wisdom, to which my friend replied: "See! I told you that you should talk to your cousin more often!"

Aren't my dears so damn adorable? I love them to bits and pieces.

My friend's brother suddenly appeared out of nowhere with someone he knew (she was an absolute sweetheart), and we decided that we'd had enough for the night and to venture back to his place, where we all talked for some time about everything and nothing.

I'm so grateful to have the opportunity to share these special moments with those I love.