We were approved for our apartment on Wednesday. Yesterday I found out my girlfriend won't be back in town until Monday, so we can't move in until then. The apartment people won't let one of us move in before the other. Today I found out that shooting for the movie she is working on was canceled for today and that they are all worried about getting paid. Target has lost my estradiol prescription. I am freaking out.
I'm worried that if my girlfriend doesn't get paid she won't have the money for our apartment and I won't have anyplace to move into on Monday. That I have decided probably isn't going to happen.
I'm worried that something got screwed up with my estradiol prescription. I dropped both prescriptions off at the same time, I don't know why one wouldn't be in the computer system when the other was. I'm thinking that maybe something was wrong with my blood tests and my prescription was canceled. This I know is highly unlikely. My nurse practitioner would have called me, and then she doesn't know where I get my prescriptions filled so...It's all just a mistake. Target has just simply lost my estradiol prescription. I'm still on edge. I can't even begin to describe what it would be like if my body became any more masculine than it is right now (ie: it started reverting back to its former state).
The thing is I have a severe case of GID. For a while fear was able to keep me from transitioning, until my mid twenties anyway, and even as afraid as I was I took massive amounts of phytoestrogens, and purchased estradiol over the internet. The moment I worked up the courage to leave my apartment and meet people as Natalie it was all over.
I think when I started this blog I was still talking about not being sure I wanted to transition, blah blah blah. That all went out the window when I started socializing as Natalie. Actually what became difficult very quickly was continuing my life as Nathan. That didn't last long. Six months after leaving my apartment as Natalie for the "first" time, I was quitting my insurance sales job. Psychologically I had lost the ability to present as male even part time.
There is no doubt in my mind that I need my estradiol prescription. The fact that very possibility of its being interrupted has me so freaked out should say something. What I hadn't realized prior to transitioning because of fear mostly was that I absolutely hated having a male body. It was actually a fairly traumatic experience for me. I mean I'm kind of a girly girl.
I've had two revelations about myself where all of a sudden I just made sense to myself. The first was when I realized that I am not "probably a transsexual," but I am a female (which makes me transsexual) and that I have always been female, and that I always will be female. The second revelation was that I am a lesbian, I always have been a lesbian, and I always will be a lesbian. The second seems like it should have been obvious to me, but I guess it was that for quite a while in my life I though my sexual attraction towards women was heterosexual. So it was really the realization that sexuality must necessarily involve one's self, and hence since I am utterly incapable of imagining myself sexually as a man I was never heterosexual. Thinking of myself as a rather feminine homosexual female with a boy's body, my entire life made sense to me and it never had before.
I've now been on HRT for almost twelve months. I absolutely have no doubts as to whether it was a medically necessary step for me. I also have no doubts that I will never regret changing my body to be more feminine. I wish I had transitioned earlier in life, and that my bone structure could have been young enough to have benefited from estrogen. Also having experienced the changes I have I know that I do not want to go back. My biggest fear is that some circumstance would force me to. For this reason I REALLY want to get an orchiectomy ASAP.
Obviously my first choice would be SRS, but unfortunately it might be years before I can save for that. An orchiectomy would at least insure that my body doesn't produce testosterone which I have to take medicine to block. I'd still be worried about an interruption in my estradiol, but at least I wouldn't have to also worry about what any free testosterone in my system might do, or worry that my spironalactone prescription might be cut back.
Anyway this entry is rambling. I am stressed out about a few things at once, not the least of which is having everything in order to move into this apartment on Monday.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Dear Tim, and Mr. _______,
I wanted to let you know that I have vacated _________________. Jayson ____ and Phillip _____ have harassed me, and threatened me, and I do not feel safe with either of them living in the apartment. On the night of Friday Nov. 4th they kept me up all night long. First with loud music above noise violation levels, and then with yelling and threats after I asked them to turn their music down. They called me the names "Tranny Bitch" and "Cunt with a Dick," as well as threatening my property which I stored in the bathroom we shared, my employment, and my habitation. They did this while violently kicking my door. I called the cops after about an hour of threats, after which they quieted down but did not cease in threatening me through my door which I kept dead-bolted. Jayson then called in a bogus assualt charge on me and had the cops at our apartment the second time. This was after they had been barred from the bar I work, during one of my shifts, as Jayson exposed himself to the bartender. After the cops left the second time Jayson and Phillip continued their threats and resumed their loud music until they finally passed out around 10:00 AM. I left the apartment at that time and have been staying with friends through most of November.
When I informed Mr. _______ of this incident he spoke with Jayson and later informed me that Jayson was highly apologetic and that it had been agreed that Phillip _______ was not allowed on the property. After Thanksgiving I reoccupied my room and began to be harassed by Jayson again. I suspected, but could not confirm, that Phillip had moved back into the apartment. I was able to confirm this suspicion this morning when I caught him in Jayson's room.This letter is also to inform you that Jayson and Phillip have disregarded Mr. ________ agreement with me in regards to Phillip. I called my father to help me move when it became apparent that Jayson was not going to cease harassing me. This morning I moved out of _______________ with the help of my father.
Jayson and Phillip harassed us as we were loading my father's truck by telling my father he had no business hearing the "question" they needed to ask me, slamming doors behind us as we left the apartment, Phillip yelling "Fuck You!!" when I informed my father that Phillip was actually not supposed to be on the property, and finally occupying my room when my father and I returned to throw out the remaining furniture, and broken electronics, and give the room a final sweep. They demanded the keys of me saying that the third boy who was with them was moving into my room, and said they were on their way to speak to ___________about the new tenant to my room. I informed them that I would give the keys to ___________, which I will do either by mail on Monday or through his door slot on or before Monday. It is apparent to me that Jayson is a liar and that I cannot trust him as I believe he was very apologetic when he talked with __________, and that he understood that Phillip was not allowed back on the property.
I don't like to abandon my lease like I have, but I would not feel comfortable putting someone else in a similar situation as I, and I also believe that they have found someone to fill my room. I overheard a conversation a shortly after Thanksgiving to the effect that someone was moving into my room this week and the third boy who was occupying my room confirmed their story and was sleeping on one of the sofa's that they have chosen to store in the hallway when my father and I moved my belongings this morning.
I have been a good tenant and though I have gotten behind in rent because of some unemployment issues that my life transition was responsible for I have always caught up on rent as quickly as I could manage and paid rent through November even after this incident happened. When I signed the lease last August I expected to have three roommates each in separate bedrooms. I have been responsible for filling all the vacant rooms since that time with little help from Ace.
I believed Kenny and Ashley to be suitable for one room because they were married, and because I respect that they are going through difficult times but they are trying to get their life together. Jayson I allowed to move in because I knew the room had to be filled and I believed (at the time) that he and Phillip had broken up and he was moving into the apartment alone. Only later did it became apparent that they intended to move in together when Phillip began calling me with questions and pressuring me to change the terms of the lease which I informed him I did not have the power to do.
Currently Ace, Ashley, Kenny, Jayson, and Phillip occupy _______________. Five people should be more than enough to pay the rent for an apartment that was only meant to occupy four. Personally I believe that Jayson and Phillip have found someone to occupy my room, (though they must have been looking for quite some time now considering the effort it took me to fill theirs). If they haven't, I believe they should be held responsible for filling it or covering the rent because of their actions over the last month that have made me feel threatened and unsafe in a property that I have always felt safe at.
Under normal circumstances I would work to find a sublet until either my lease was up, but as Phillip and Jayson won't allow me to safely enter the property in their presence, and that I am leaving the apartment with at least one more person living there than it was designed to hold, I would really appreciate it if you would let me out of my lease and give me good reference for the apartment I am trying to move into with my girlfriend. I appreciate your help in regards to the situation with Jayson and Phillip and although I will not occupy the apartment as long as Phillip is living there, I believe it would be impossible to keep him away as long as Jayson remains a tenant. I sincerely hope that they enjoy and appreciate living on Monument Ave as much as I have, and though they are off to a disreputable start I hope that they prove to be suitable tenants.
Sincerely,
Natalie Colleen Gates
PS. For all future communications I wish only to be contacted by mail or email. My mail is being forwarded to _______
I wanted to let you know that I have vacated _________________. Jayson ____ and Phillip _____ have harassed me, and threatened me, and I do not feel safe with either of them living in the apartment. On the night of Friday Nov. 4th they kept me up all night long. First with loud music above noise violation levels, and then with yelling and threats after I asked them to turn their music down. They called me the names "Tranny Bitch" and "Cunt with a Dick," as well as threatening my property which I stored in the bathroom we shared, my employment, and my habitation. They did this while violently kicking my door. I called the cops after about an hour of threats, after which they quieted down but did not cease in threatening me through my door which I kept dead-bolted. Jayson then called in a bogus assualt charge on me and had the cops at our apartment the second time. This was after they had been barred from the bar I work, during one of my shifts, as Jayson exposed himself to the bartender. After the cops left the second time Jayson and Phillip continued their threats and resumed their loud music until they finally passed out around 10:00 AM. I left the apartment at that time and have been staying with friends through most of November.
When I informed Mr. _______ of this incident he spoke with Jayson and later informed me that Jayson was highly apologetic and that it had been agreed that Phillip _______ was not allowed on the property. After Thanksgiving I reoccupied my room and began to be harassed by Jayson again. I suspected, but could not confirm, that Phillip had moved back into the apartment. I was able to confirm this suspicion this morning when I caught him in Jayson's room.This letter is also to inform you that Jayson and Phillip have disregarded Mr. ________ agreement with me in regards to Phillip. I called my father to help me move when it became apparent that Jayson was not going to cease harassing me. This morning I moved out of _______________ with the help of my father.
Jayson and Phillip harassed us as we were loading my father's truck by telling my father he had no business hearing the "question" they needed to ask me, slamming doors behind us as we left the apartment, Phillip yelling "Fuck You!!" when I informed my father that Phillip was actually not supposed to be on the property, and finally occupying my room when my father and I returned to throw out the remaining furniture, and broken electronics, and give the room a final sweep. They demanded the keys of me saying that the third boy who was with them was moving into my room, and said they were on their way to speak to ___________about the new tenant to my room. I informed them that I would give the keys to ___________, which I will do either by mail on Monday or through his door slot on or before Monday. It is apparent to me that Jayson is a liar and that I cannot trust him as I believe he was very apologetic when he talked with __________, and that he understood that Phillip was not allowed back on the property.
I don't like to abandon my lease like I have, but I would not feel comfortable putting someone else in a similar situation as I, and I also believe that they have found someone to fill my room. I overheard a conversation a shortly after Thanksgiving to the effect that someone was moving into my room this week and the third boy who was occupying my room confirmed their story and was sleeping on one of the sofa's that they have chosen to store in the hallway when my father and I moved my belongings this morning.
I have been a good tenant and though I have gotten behind in rent because of some unemployment issues that my life transition was responsible for I have always caught up on rent as quickly as I could manage and paid rent through November even after this incident happened. When I signed the lease last August I expected to have three roommates each in separate bedrooms. I have been responsible for filling all the vacant rooms since that time with little help from Ace.
I believed Kenny and Ashley to be suitable for one room because they were married, and because I respect that they are going through difficult times but they are trying to get their life together. Jayson I allowed to move in because I knew the room had to be filled and I believed (at the time) that he and Phillip had broken up and he was moving into the apartment alone. Only later did it became apparent that they intended to move in together when Phillip began calling me with questions and pressuring me to change the terms of the lease which I informed him I did not have the power to do.
Currently Ace, Ashley, Kenny, Jayson, and Phillip occupy _______________. Five people should be more than enough to pay the rent for an apartment that was only meant to occupy four. Personally I believe that Jayson and Phillip have found someone to occupy my room, (though they must have been looking for quite some time now considering the effort it took me to fill theirs). If they haven't, I believe they should be held responsible for filling it or covering the rent because of their actions over the last month that have made me feel threatened and unsafe in a property that I have always felt safe at.
Under normal circumstances I would work to find a sublet until either my lease was up, but as Phillip and Jayson won't allow me to safely enter the property in their presence, and that I am leaving the apartment with at least one more person living there than it was designed to hold, I would really appreciate it if you would let me out of my lease and give me good reference for the apartment I am trying to move into with my girlfriend. I appreciate your help in regards to the situation with Jayson and Phillip and although I will not occupy the apartment as long as Phillip is living there, I believe it would be impossible to keep him away as long as Jayson remains a tenant. I sincerely hope that they enjoy and appreciate living on Monument Ave as much as I have, and though they are off to a disreputable start I hope that they prove to be suitable tenants.
Sincerely,
Natalie Colleen Gates
PS. For all future communications I wish only to be contacted by mail or email. My mail is being forwarded to _______
Moving out of the shittiest apartment in Richmond; leaving it to the vermin
As I wrote in my last entry I had some trouble with Sociopath the Flamer and his boyfriend Stupid when I Thursday morning so I vacated the property only to return to move my stuff this morning with my father. I had already packed most of my stuff into however I did have about an hour left of packing, in which I enlisted my father's help. By about noon we had loaded the truck and rented a u-haul storage space leaving only my paintings, bedding and a few odds and ends.
We hadn't any confrontation with S.F. and P until after we had loaded my bedding into the truck and were working on the paintings. "Natalie, I need to ask you a question." SF said and kept repeating. I ignored him but he was rather insistent until my father asked him to go ahead and ask it.
"I wasn't talking to you," S.F. said "I need to ask her a question."
"Well go ahead and ask the question." My dad said.
"I'm not talking to you I'm talking to her..."
"Whatever you need to ask you can ask in front of me."
Well of course that isn't what they wanted to do. They never did ask the question S started telling my dad to mind his own business, and "Don't come in our room," and "You better stay where you are.."
My Dad was already a little angry and this egging on had him yelling. I think the absurdity of a 22 year old drug addict fresh from jail telling a middle aged school teacher twice his size what he can and can't do gave my dad the excuse to yell at them a little. S reached into his pocket. (My dad assumed for a gun or knife) so my dad said "I don't care what you have in your pocket, I'll come and go where I want!"
"I want you to know I'm recording all of this." S said. Which I really doubt he was but nothing had happened or was happening. It was really the Stupid's idiotic attempt to intimidate me and my father. Which didn't work and we were able to remove the last of my paintings and tie every thing down to load it into my storage unit.
In my room I left a broken, couch, broken computer desk, some shelves, bookcases, and a junk table all of which I had found either in the apartment or in the alley and was using because I didn't want to have any more of my own furniture in that apartment than necessary. I also left a rather dirty floor, broken speakers, a broken dvd player, and some Comcast equipment that I didn't need. I did however have to make one last trip into the room to pick up my paint brushes, two DVD's and a bag I made of some socks and underwear which I had forgotten to pack Thursday night.
Stupid, Sociopath the Flamer, and someone I hadn't met before were in my room when my father returned.
I said the first words I've said to them since a month ago when I told them to turn their music down. "Hey Guys" I said loudly, actually I think it might have startled them as all of them. They were descending on and divvying up my broken electronic equipment.
"Did you want this?" S.F. asked. Probably looking for a confrontation, but the reality was I didn't.
I replied "No actually," quickly grabbed the stuff I did want; my DVD's, underwear, and paint brushes and left.
"What about this couch and furntiture?"
"You can have it. It came with the apartment."
"And the roaches too?" Stupid asked.
My father replied "They came with the apartment too."
S.F. yelled after me about giving him the key for the guy i hadn't met whom they said was moving into my room.
"I'm giving them to ____ (the landlord)" I said, and paid no attention to them saying they were about to see him immediately. I doubt it. Stupid is officially barred from the property.
I shut the door behind me, and have no intention of looking back. Overall I'm pretty satisfied with the day. S.F and S saved me from cleaning out that last bit of garbage that I didn't want to clean out and if their friend really is moving into my room it saves me any trouble with the landlord although it is an illegal dwelling, with too many occupants. Honestly I was glad to give the apartment to them. I figure they are on the way down or at rock bottom. Let them make their own hell.
We hadn't any confrontation with S.F. and P until after we had loaded my bedding into the truck and were working on the paintings. "Natalie, I need to ask you a question." SF said and kept repeating. I ignored him but he was rather insistent until my father asked him to go ahead and ask it.
"I wasn't talking to you," S.F. said "I need to ask her a question."
"Well go ahead and ask the question." My dad said.
"I'm not talking to you I'm talking to her..."
"Whatever you need to ask you can ask in front of me."
Well of course that isn't what they wanted to do. They never did ask the question S started telling my dad to mind his own business, and "Don't come in our room," and "You better stay where you are.."
My Dad was already a little angry and this egging on had him yelling. I think the absurdity of a 22 year old drug addict fresh from jail telling a middle aged school teacher twice his size what he can and can't do gave my dad the excuse to yell at them a little. S reached into his pocket. (My dad assumed for a gun or knife) so my dad said "I don't care what you have in your pocket, I'll come and go where I want!"
"I want you to know I'm recording all of this." S said. Which I really doubt he was but nothing had happened or was happening. It was really the Stupid's idiotic attempt to intimidate me and my father. Which didn't work and we were able to remove the last of my paintings and tie every thing down to load it into my storage unit.
In my room I left a broken, couch, broken computer desk, some shelves, bookcases, and a junk table all of which I had found either in the apartment or in the alley and was using because I didn't want to have any more of my own furniture in that apartment than necessary. I also left a rather dirty floor, broken speakers, a broken dvd player, and some Comcast equipment that I didn't need. I did however have to make one last trip into the room to pick up my paint brushes, two DVD's and a bag I made of some socks and underwear which I had forgotten to pack Thursday night.
Stupid, Sociopath the Flamer, and someone I hadn't met before were in my room when my father returned.
I said the first words I've said to them since a month ago when I told them to turn their music down. "Hey Guys" I said loudly, actually I think it might have startled them as all of them. They were descending on and divvying up my broken electronic equipment.
"Did you want this?" S.F. asked. Probably looking for a confrontation, but the reality was I didn't.
I replied "No actually," quickly grabbed the stuff I did want; my DVD's, underwear, and paint brushes and left.
"What about this couch and furntiture?"
"You can have it. It came with the apartment."
"And the roaches too?" Stupid asked.
My father replied "They came with the apartment too."
S.F. yelled after me about giving him the key for the guy i hadn't met whom they said was moving into my room.
"I'm giving them to ____ (the landlord)" I said, and paid no attention to them saying they were about to see him immediately. I doubt it. Stupid is officially barred from the property.
I shut the door behind me, and have no intention of looking back. Overall I'm pretty satisfied with the day. S.F and S saved me from cleaning out that last bit of garbage that I didn't want to clean out and if their friend really is moving into my room it saves me any trouble with the landlord although it is an illegal dwelling, with too many occupants. Honestly I was glad to give the apartment to them. I figure they are on the way down or at rock bottom. Let them make their own hell.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
crazy psychotic room mate trouble in the shittiest apartment in all of Richmond
So...It has been a almost two years since I posted to this blog. A quick update: I have transitioned.Yeah, big change from two years ago. I have a vlog at nateismguru.youtube.com that I talk about my transition a little more often.
My apartment is the shittiest apartment in all of Richmond, and I'm not exaggerating. Actually I should say my former apartment is the shittiest apartment in all of Richmond. I know how I ended up there. It is the type of place where people serve time. If you end up in that apartment something in your life has got to change or is changing. Some people that live there are on the way up and some on on the way down. It has four bedrooms. One bedroom is occupied by a guy who is dying of alcoholism, one bedroom is occupied by a married couple, expecting a special needs child around the end of the month, and the bedroom beside me is occupied by a sociopathic gay couple. They're the reason I decided to start writing this blog again because quite frankly some things have to be written not told. (Oh yeah I should mention that of these five other people in three bedrooms someone is on methadone and everyone is behind on rent.) These are the types of people that end up in this apartment.
Jayson, or gay guy one, is an effeminate over-dramatic flake; I knew that when I let them move in. Really effeminate people kind of get on my nerves, and I've spent time trying to justify this as I am a rather femme male to female transsexual. I have to come to the conclusion that what I mean by effeminate is not what I mean by feminine. Drag queens are effeminate. Valley girls are effeminate. I think it's more that it's a means of being the center of attention than expressing genuine femininity. Jayson is also a drunk, and a drug addict. Phillip the boyfriend is a rather dumb proud to be redneck, another type of person that really gets on my nerves. He is also a drug addict and I suspect he might be dumber than I initially judged.
This story really starts about a month ago. Jayson and Phillip came into the gay bar where I work fucked up out of there minds. Evidently, though I wouldn't really find this out until later that night they snuck in their own bottled drink; I can't remember, something trendy and I don't follow trends. Jayson danced evocatively. That actually is rather an understatement. Jayson was the guy dancing alone on a pole trying to get everyone's attention which when that didn't work he began taking off clothing, which did get the bartenders attention, and got the two of them thrown out. His exposed penis got him barred. What they evidently did not understand was why, while this train wreck is happening I didn't want to stop working to socialize with them. "Why do you act like a stranger, now?" the dumb one asked me, after forcing me to a stop. If you want curt bring my home life into my place of work. I do stay professional and polite.
"Because I work in a very social environment and at home I like to relax and spend time not socializing." I told him. "Also because you get on my nerves, take a good five minutes to describe how you cleaned the toilet, try to have asinine conversations when I am obviously trying to get into my bedroom with my girlfriend, and generally speaking a conversation with you is breath and time that I will never get back" I didn't say.
I knew I was walking into something whenever I got home the moment they got kicked out. When I could hear their music from the curb I started to get an idea of exactly what. I tried to ignore it, even though it was at this point three in the morning and I don't particularly enjoy listening to the same ten songs that we play at work when I am at home, but by four when every five minutes the volume went up noticeably I finally lost my patience and banged on the wall "TURN THE FUCKING MUSIC DOWN OR I'M CALLING THE FUCKING COPS!!" I yelled and actually knocked on of my paintings off the wall. That might have been a mistake but then again I think they were looking for a confrontation because the spent the rest of the night screaming at me through my (deadbolted) door and trying to break in to my room. I'm not interested in repeating everything that they said, but "tranny bitch," and "cunt with a dick" and "I thought you were real!" (though in my opinion real people like to sleep at four in the morning) and "We're not the fucked up ones we don't want to cut off our penises" (another phrase I particularly liked as I think any outside observer would probably disagree with their assessment of being fucked up), are part of it.
After about an hour of this I genuinely started to feel scared, because it was obvious they were not going to stop so I called 911. The cops showed up asked what was going on and took our stories. I told mine. They told theirs. Their version of the story is that I played the loud music, and that they banged on my door so they could get some sleep and that I entered their room to pound their wall. "You turn your music down, and you turn your music down and we'll have no more problems. Right?" The cops said. I could almost see the cops thinking "over dramatic queers," especially since I'm more obviously transsexual when I'm in a state of undress.
Things did quiet down a bit. Jayson and Phillip switched to using low voices and talking through my door threatening my things in the bathroom (I haven't used that toothbrush since) claiming that they were going to see that I was fired, and claiming that the land lord had come by looking for me because I hadn't paid rent. All of which were empty (except perhaps the threat against my toothbrush), though our landlord does occasionally "lose" records of us paying out rent. Then Jayson started making some noise in the bathroom and screamed "She pushed me!" and called the cops back. I of course am sober, lying in my bed with my door deadbolted.
The cops show back up and knock on my door. It takes me a while to respond, I'm undressed and honestly thinking that it might be a ploy to get me to open my bedroom door to Jayson and Phillip, but their arrival did give me a chance to grab my things from the bathroom. We give our separate statements again, mine being basically the same as I've written, and Jayson's being rather convoluted. I could tell the cops didn't really buy his story, but they took the statements anyway and asked if he wanted to press charges, which by the way he has two years to do if he so chooses. They leave again and the music turns back on as loud as before with Jayson screaming along to the same song on repeat; a very melodramatic song that I'm sure had some sort of self-pitying meaning for Jayson, but I could care less.
At seven in the morning they argue briefly whether it is seven in the morning or seven at night which distracts them for a while from me. And when that argument was settled by the sunrise Phillip realizes that it's rather difficult to get any sleep with loud music and they fight with brief intermissions of combined hostility towards me as "We know you've been talking about us at ___, but we set the record straight." Well that was mostly the stupid one talking about that, and I can say that after their performance they certainly did "set the record straight." At ten in the morning they both run out of steam and I had a brief nap before packing a backpack and walking to a friends house to begin a month of couch surfing.
That would be the end of the story but after Thanksgiving all my friends ended up out of town and I spent several uneventful nights trying to remain unnoticed camping in my room, and packing up my belongings because six people, two of them being insane, are too many people to be living in any apartment. Phillip did end up in jail for something unrelated shortly after my story and ended up being barred from the property. he is of course still living there as evidenced by his kicking my door this morning and yelling something about how I should not be short with his mother, whom I haven't met but I'm sure is proud of her son and his dungeon of an apartment that he is living in illegally. So I am couch surfing again until hopefully I get approved for an apartment I applied for with my girlfriend, which is another story in itself. I move the rest of my stuff out on Saturday.
My apartment is the shittiest apartment in all of Richmond, and I'm not exaggerating. Actually I should say my former apartment is the shittiest apartment in all of Richmond. I know how I ended up there. It is the type of place where people serve time. If you end up in that apartment something in your life has got to change or is changing. Some people that live there are on the way up and some on on the way down. It has four bedrooms. One bedroom is occupied by a guy who is dying of alcoholism, one bedroom is occupied by a married couple, expecting a special needs child around the end of the month, and the bedroom beside me is occupied by a sociopathic gay couple. They're the reason I decided to start writing this blog again because quite frankly some things have to be written not told. (Oh yeah I should mention that of these five other people in three bedrooms someone is on methadone and everyone is behind on rent.) These are the types of people that end up in this apartment.
Jayson, or gay guy one, is an effeminate over-dramatic flake; I knew that when I let them move in. Really effeminate people kind of get on my nerves, and I've spent time trying to justify this as I am a rather femme male to female transsexual. I have to come to the conclusion that what I mean by effeminate is not what I mean by feminine. Drag queens are effeminate. Valley girls are effeminate. I think it's more that it's a means of being the center of attention than expressing genuine femininity. Jayson is also a drunk, and a drug addict. Phillip the boyfriend is a rather dumb proud to be redneck, another type of person that really gets on my nerves. He is also a drug addict and I suspect he might be dumber than I initially judged.
This story really starts about a month ago. Jayson and Phillip came into the gay bar where I work fucked up out of there minds. Evidently, though I wouldn't really find this out until later that night they snuck in their own bottled drink; I can't remember, something trendy and I don't follow trends. Jayson danced evocatively. That actually is rather an understatement. Jayson was the guy dancing alone on a pole trying to get everyone's attention which when that didn't work he began taking off clothing, which did get the bartenders attention, and got the two of them thrown out. His exposed penis got him barred. What they evidently did not understand was why, while this train wreck is happening I didn't want to stop working to socialize with them. "Why do you act like a stranger, now?" the dumb one asked me, after forcing me to a stop. If you want curt bring my home life into my place of work. I do stay professional and polite.
"Because I work in a very social environment and at home I like to relax and spend time not socializing." I told him. "Also because you get on my nerves, take a good five minutes to describe how you cleaned the toilet, try to have asinine conversations when I am obviously trying to get into my bedroom with my girlfriend, and generally speaking a conversation with you is breath and time that I will never get back" I didn't say.
I knew I was walking into something whenever I got home the moment they got kicked out. When I could hear their music from the curb I started to get an idea of exactly what. I tried to ignore it, even though it was at this point three in the morning and I don't particularly enjoy listening to the same ten songs that we play at work when I am at home, but by four when every five minutes the volume went up noticeably I finally lost my patience and banged on the wall "TURN THE FUCKING MUSIC DOWN OR I'M CALLING THE FUCKING COPS!!" I yelled and actually knocked on of my paintings off the wall. That might have been a mistake but then again I think they were looking for a confrontation because the spent the rest of the night screaming at me through my (deadbolted) door and trying to break in to my room. I'm not interested in repeating everything that they said, but "tranny bitch," and "cunt with a dick" and "I thought you were real!" (though in my opinion real people like to sleep at four in the morning) and "We're not the fucked up ones we don't want to cut off our penises" (another phrase I particularly liked as I think any outside observer would probably disagree with their assessment of being fucked up), are part of it.
After about an hour of this I genuinely started to feel scared, because it was obvious they were not going to stop so I called 911. The cops showed up asked what was going on and took our stories. I told mine. They told theirs. Their version of the story is that I played the loud music, and that they banged on my door so they could get some sleep and that I entered their room to pound their wall. "You turn your music down, and you turn your music down and we'll have no more problems. Right?" The cops said. I could almost see the cops thinking "over dramatic queers," especially since I'm more obviously transsexual when I'm in a state of undress.
Things did quiet down a bit. Jayson and Phillip switched to using low voices and talking through my door threatening my things in the bathroom (I haven't used that toothbrush since) claiming that they were going to see that I was fired, and claiming that the land lord had come by looking for me because I hadn't paid rent. All of which were empty (except perhaps the threat against my toothbrush), though our landlord does occasionally "lose" records of us paying out rent. Then Jayson started making some noise in the bathroom and screamed "She pushed me!" and called the cops back. I of course am sober, lying in my bed with my door deadbolted.
The cops show back up and knock on my door. It takes me a while to respond, I'm undressed and honestly thinking that it might be a ploy to get me to open my bedroom door to Jayson and Phillip, but their arrival did give me a chance to grab my things from the bathroom. We give our separate statements again, mine being basically the same as I've written, and Jayson's being rather convoluted. I could tell the cops didn't really buy his story, but they took the statements anyway and asked if he wanted to press charges, which by the way he has two years to do if he so chooses. They leave again and the music turns back on as loud as before with Jayson screaming along to the same song on repeat; a very melodramatic song that I'm sure had some sort of self-pitying meaning for Jayson, but I could care less.
At seven in the morning they argue briefly whether it is seven in the morning or seven at night which distracts them for a while from me. And when that argument was settled by the sunrise Phillip realizes that it's rather difficult to get any sleep with loud music and they fight with brief intermissions of combined hostility towards me as "We know you've been talking about us at ___, but we set the record straight." Well that was mostly the stupid one talking about that, and I can say that after their performance they certainly did "set the record straight." At ten in the morning they both run out of steam and I had a brief nap before packing a backpack and walking to a friends house to begin a month of couch surfing.
That would be the end of the story but after Thanksgiving all my friends ended up out of town and I spent several uneventful nights trying to remain unnoticed camping in my room, and packing up my belongings because six people, two of them being insane, are too many people to be living in any apartment. Phillip did end up in jail for something unrelated shortly after my story and ended up being barred from the property. he is of course still living there as evidenced by his kicking my door this morning and yelling something about how I should not be short with his mother, whom I haven't met but I'm sure is proud of her son and his dungeon of an apartment that he is living in illegally. So I am couch surfing again until hopefully I get approved for an apartment I applied for with my girlfriend, which is another story in itself. I move the rest of my stuff out on Saturday.
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