If it makes you feel any better, I recently hosted a massacre marathon at my house (Slumber Party Massacre II, Cheerleader Massacre, Sorority House Massacre II; I recommend the last one) that ended with me getting into a tickle fight with two other lesbians. And there’s pictures of me dancing on a table with about six other women.
So if you want to say that my life is full of nutty fabulous hedonism, feel free. I’ll be glad someone thinks so.
My queer life today:
At the moment I am in my veterinary finals, so this isn’t particularly representative of the rest of the time. If I had an exam on today the story would have been very different LOL:
7am: alarm goes off, get up, shower, eat, read paper, etc.
8am: check email, check SDMB, check Livejournal friends page
9am: study for a while
11.30am: go to the gym, do weights and cardio for an hour and a half, get haircut, get birthday present for brother, do grocery shopping
2pm: get home, eat soup and toast. Check email and livejournal friends page. Study some more
6pm: check out news on TV, prepare some dinner, chat to mates on instant message programs
7.30: go to yoga
8.30: eat dinner while talking to my grrlboifriend on the phone (long distance relationships sigh), possibly while chatting on instant messenger at the same time.
9.30: check email, livejournal friends page, write livejournal entry, check SDMB.
10.30: final study session
11pm: go to bed, with a book to read. go to sleep when I feel tired.
Single college junior, finals week.
Yesterday:
Get up about 9. Begin reading assigned Economics chapters.
About 12, pull Hot Pockets from freezer, eat.
Wander around the SDMB for ~2 hours.
2:30. Continue reading Economics.
5:00. Switch from Economics to Accounting.
7:00. Go get pizza for mother and brother and self.
8:00. Watch Enterprise, of course.
After Enterprise, wander more about the SDMB.
10:00. L&O
11:00. In bed, about 5 hours earlier than usual.
Today:
6:00. Awake, again about 5 hours earlier than usual.
6:30. Econ review, again.
here on out, projected:
9:30. Shower and change.
10:00. Leave for Acct’g exam.
12:00. Stop by work for paycheck and next week’s schedule.
12:30. Takeout Chinese lunch.
2:00. Econ exam.
4:00. Home. Thank stars semester is over, and enjoy time until 5/12, when it starts again.
6:00. Time for cooking.
7:00. Walk time.
11ish. Brother gets off work, so he and I and a small group of friends go to our regular Bennigan’s for our at least 2x weekly outing.
4:30a. Bedtime.
These are two typical days in my fabulous gay lifestyle. During the semester, I usually get up ~10, class from 11 - 5, then homework, dinner, walking, then more homework, and bed ~3 or 4. I know it seems boring, but since I’m gay, it’s much more subversive and immoral than it may first appear.
My life is mostly about looking after my four-year-old daughter. Taking her to school, picking her up from school, taking her to karate and ballet, having friends over to play, making dinner, practically living at the park, going for days out to museums, sticking shiny things onto paper (collage) and throwing flour on the floor (baking). The other things I do in almost-all straight settings are kickboxing (there is a lesbian kickboxing group that my friends go to, but it’s too far away for me), Pilates, the gym, and cycling.
However, my social life is mostly with other gay people or in gay establishments, and it seems to be a lot better than the social life of straight single Mum friends. For example, last Saturday I was at a party with about fifty lesbians and four gay men. A few of us slept over: fifteen in one flat. Sunday I went to the GF’s to snuggle on the sofa and watch Smallville. Tuesday night we went to a lesbian wine-tasting group, after having sushi with my GF and a (lesbian) friend of ours. Friday I’m going over to the GF’s to cook dinner and then go to a (lesbian) medical student friend’s play which promises to be dirty and hilarious.
This Saturday I was supposed to be going for dinner with 60 lesbian friends (it’s an informal dinner group, we organised the last one) but I don’t have babysitting, nor money, and I really don’t mind staying in one weekend night anyway. The coming Monday my daughter and I are going to Chessington World of Adventures with a bunch of about twenty lesbian friends and a couple of other kids. The week after will be quiet as my regular babysitter is on holiday and I’m happy to stay home for a while anyway.
I do go clubbing now and then, but it’s not really my thing. When I was trying to be straight I never went clubbing though - straight clubs are horrible cattle-markets, gay clubs are much more fun.
I go to Pride, and this year we’re hoping to organise a float. I will also be running in the Crusaid charity run in June, and probably running for another lesbian charity in a September mini-marathon. I help to arrange outings for a very informal lesbian Mums group, and go to a lesbian book group about once a month. The message board I post on most is also for lesbians, called Gingerbeer (that’s how I got involved in a lot of these activities). Can’t think of anything else I do that involves mainly gay people or is in a gay establishment.
Like a lot of people here I’m also currently unemployed, although my daughter is a lot of work. (In case you were wondering, all my social activities are either free, cheap, or subsidised by my GF). So my daily routine also invloved a lot of jobsearching and printing endless copies of my CV (career version, academic version, and I’ll-take-anything-that-pays version). Oh and I write, but doesn’t everyone these days?
Hmmm… My Gay Lifestyle.
MWF
9:30 - Wake up most reluctantly, roused by an all-too-cheerful mother
9:35 - Get naked for the first (and sad to say, only) time of the day
9:35 - 9:45 - take shower, sing loudly and badly to radio
9:45 - 10:00 - lounge naked in room while browsing e-mail and message boards (yes I post naked too, mwahaha!)
10:00 - 10:15 - get dressed, brush teeth, eat breakfast, watch meaningless show on TV
10:15 - 10:30 - read more message boards
10:30 - 10:45 - en route to college
10:45 - 11:00 - oggle pretty things while lounging around before class
11:00 - 11:50 - Biological Perspectives of Wellnes aka New Age Hooey with a Twist of Science for Flavor
11:50 - 12:00 - Dance to iPod on way to opposite side of campus for lunch with friend
12:00 - 1:00 - Eat lunch with friend. Argue, talk politics, argue about politics, make snide remarks, joke. Friend departs for class.
1:00 - 2:00 - Bored, sometimes do homework, oggle more pretty things.
2:00 - 3:15 MW - Introduction to Marketing
3:15 - Call ride
3:30 or 4:00 - Go home
4:00 - 6:00 - Putter around house, browse meaningless crap, watch TV
6:00 - 7:00 - Dinner
7:00 - 2:00AM - Putter around house, browse meaningless crap, watch TV, read in bed
2:00AM - sleep
So Ab Fab, eh folks? God I’m depressed at how sorry my life is.
My BF lives about 70 miles from me. He is a full time college student. I run my own business. We tend to spend most of our time together on the weekends, although I usually meet him at least once during the week after his classes and we go enjoy a dinner somewhere.
Last Saturday was his birthday. As he doesn’t have classes on Friday, I took a half day off from work and we spent the day in Hillcrest (a gay section of San Diego). We had a lovely thai lunch and browsed used bookstores and thrift shops, one of our favorite activities. Later, we drove back to my apartment and stopped on the way for a nice pasta dinner. Back at home, I opened a nice bottle of wine and we shared it, waiting for midnight and his birthday to arrive. We had a toast and I watched as he opened his presents. He got the thing he had been wanting for so long, a sewing machine. (How gay is that 
)We snuggled on the couch and made fun of some info-mercial that happened to be on (it was late). We went to bed and slept in. The next morning, we had a nice breakfast and I drove him back to his neck of the woods so he could spend the day with his family. It was a wonderful weekend and I was so happy to be able to spend a birthday with him. This is the first one that we have shared together. This is also my first serious gay relationship since I came out almost 4 years ago. It feels good and my life feels more centered that it ever has before. I waited to find someone that I truly found special and it was worth the wait. There is nothing extravagent about our life, nothing flamboyant, just two people that really enjoy each others company and companionship. Pretty normal stuff.
By the way, I failed to mention that I think this is such a nice idea for a thread topic.
My experience has been that many straight folks are really in the dark about what makes up a gay persons “lifestyle”. Many of my straight friends are coming to a better realization that my “agenda” merely consists of wanting the same chance of finding someone to enjoy life with as they have. They see us together and see us holding hands and they realize that we love each other in the exact same way that they love their significant other. Their comments have all been similar expressions of how glad they are that I found someone that makes me so happy.
I think my favorite comment so far was from a friend of mine who said " I think this is the first time I ever saw your entire face smile".
I think if some straight people actually just took a little more time to get to know a gay person and glimpse their life, they might realize that all the opposition to the “gay lifestyle” is really misguided.
Why, why, you people are just like me! 
Very good topic, MrVisible. Thanks for starting it.
Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. This will never do!
{ahem}
10:00 am[sup]1[/sup] - Awakened, slowly, by a shower of sunbeams upon my visage, making me appear calm and angelic, perfectly heavenly in the morning light.
10:05 am - Upon rolling over I notice last night’s trick - a gorgeous international model and superstar - is still here. This will never do!
10:10 am - Jeeves has summarily booted said trick out the door, tossing his clothes onto the (immaculately manicured) front lawn, along with cab fare. I’d pay attention to the alternating curses and pleas to return his love, but I honestly don’t care.
10:20 am - After throwing on a Christian Dior silk robe, I attend downstairs for a sumptuous breakfast whilst perusing The Advocate and watching Lifetime.
10:45 am - I retire to my office, wherein I write several e-mails to my close, personal gay friends[sup]2[/sup], including Rosie O’Donnell, Rupert Everett, Ellen Degeneres, and that hunky Esera Tuaolo. We of course discuss our plans for world domination through The Gay Agenda[sup]TM[/sup], but sssh! Don’t tell anyone, especially those pesky Christians!
11:15 am - Noticing the time, I quickly shower and dress in tasteful chinos and a cool linen shirt and head off to work[sup]3[/sup].
11:45 am - Arrive at work to lauds and rosepetals (my subjects are so accommodating). Of course no one would actually burden me with work, so I spend most of the day posting on the SDMB, cruising gay.com for tricks, and sipping mimosas on the balcony of my fabulously appointed office/spa/tea room. I am constantly interrupted by underlings in need of my guidance, approval of their drab, wretched lives, or autographs, but I don’t mind - I enjoy helping the little people. It simply brightens them up to no end!
2:00 pm - Tiring of the weary workday, I take lunch at my favorite French restaurant, where the maître d’ greets me by name, kisses me on both cheeks, and seats me at my favorite (reserved) table, already having my preferred appetizer ordered for me and a lovely complementary wine chilled. During the meal I am admired (not so subtly!) by the waiter, busboy, two women and fourteen men in the restaurant (and if that Brad Pitt fellow doesn’t stop stalking me, I don’t know what I’ll do!) - I cooly ignore all of them, of course!
4:00 pm - I call my secretary and, much to her dismay (I do believe the poor dear had a fainting spell!), I decide the day’s rigors are too much and take the rest of the day off, and I head home. (Did I mention I drive a
4:25 pm - I admit, I am weak. Whilst idling at a red light I couldn’t help but notice the car full of three buffed, bronzed, beautiful lifeguards (one Asian, one Latino, and one African-American - ah, diversity!) next to me (the fact that they were whistling and throwing their underwear at me didn’t hurt!). Intrigued, I followed them to their hotel, where it turns out they were in town for some kind of lifeguard convention. Not wanting to make guests to our fair city feel unwelcome, how could I refuse their generous offer to share their two-man hot tub with them? And, really, it was so hot and so crowded in there that going in naked just seemed natural, n’est-ce pas? And how generous of them to offer me a six-handed massage on their California king bed - considering how sore I was, it was a generous offer indeed[sup]4[/sup]. And, well, you know how boys will be boys - they were pushing and shoving and roughousing, all to get their hands on me! Of course, being the gracious diplomat I am, I devised a way for them to all have their hands on me at once - inspired!
8:10 pm - After much moaning and bemoaning, I finally bid my hunky travellers adieu and headed for home. Jeeves had prepared a wonderful meal for the dinner guests I had over that evening, all of whom were anxiously awaiting my arrival. (I smartly entered through the kitchen so they thought I’d done all the cooking!) The evening was filled with delicious food, witty banter and some talented piano playing from one of our more famous guests (although I wish Elton would stop carrying his Grammy awards everywhere he goes!).
10:35 pm - After brandy and coffee in the sitting room, I shooed my guests out, for it was time for me to change (yet again!) for a night out. After picking up my rowdy carousing buddies, we headed for the airport, taking my private jet to Las Vegas.
Sadly, I must end my journal entry here, for indeed revealing anything else would certainly damage my (and those involved’s) pristine reputation (and might very well put me in front of a Grand Jury!) Suffice it to say that many, many good times were had by all - but most especially me!
(I know, I know - fairly drab, mundane and routine for those of us in the communitie d’homosexuale, eh? But, really, after all, you did only ask for a typical day, didn’t you? If you’d wanted excitement, I’d have to tell you what I do on the weekends, of course!)
Esprix, fabulous
[sup]1[/sup] What, you don’t think I’m getting up at some ungodly hour of the morning, do you? I think not!
[sup]2[/sup] Because of course you know we all know each other. You should see the convention every year!
[sup]3[/sup] I know - work! How dreadful, but without a sugar daddy, one has to support oneself - and Jeeves - somehow.
[sup]4[/sup] Considering how sore I was afterwards is another story indeed!
Goodness! At 4:00 I ought to have finished saying that I drive a Porsche convertible - fire engine red, of course! - but I was so distracted by hosting those wonderful, generous lifeguards that it slipped my mind!
Esprix
I work a lot.
No wait, change “a lot” to “almost always.”
Which is why I haven’t been around much. 
How many times do we have to tell you, Esprix? The dog’s name is Indiana, not Jeeves!
JOhn.
I wasn’t going to post in this thread, but after today I can’t pass it up.
I woke up today at the usual time and begrudgingly rolled out of bed after snuggling for a bit with lee, my girlfriend. Her husband prepared The Standard Breakfast for both of us – usually I’ve been making breakfast for her since she was diagnosed with diabetes but since he’s been on vacation he’s been doing it instead. However, before lee could even finish breakfast she got suddenly nauseous and threw up, and then after that had a really strong contraction. We decided that was significant enough to call the doctor, especially since she’d been having weak contractions on and off all night, as close as five minutes apart.
Her doctor wanted her to go into the hospital, so we packed up the car and made the drive to the hospital. Upon arriving there we discovered that she was 2 centimeters dilated and partially effaced – enough for her to stay and deliver that day. (Today was her due date). Her doctor ruptured her membranes and then put her on pitocin, about 10:20 a.m. After about 7 hours of labor, at 5:19 p.m. today, our daughter was born. I stayed at the hospital with her and her husband until about 9 p.m., then came home because only one of us can stay in the room with her and we agreed that he gets to do it because he’s staying home to care for the baby, while I’m going to go back to work next Monday.
No, this is not a typical day in our lives, but it will be one that stays with us forever. And it would never have happened if it wasn’t for my “gay lifestyle”.
Rosepetals? C’mon, you’re pulling our leg.
Congrats, KellyM, lee and all the family - including the new members!
Esprix
Well, I don’t currently have a gay lifestyle (although I’m impressed and awed by the fabulousness of all of yours - wow, you walk dogs and eat toast? While being gay?), but I have to butt in and say congratulations to KellyM and lee and family! I’m off to see if there’s a name/weight/length/gory details of labor and delivery thread where I can gush. I’m glad everyone came through fine!
Congratulations KellyM!
OK, I know you’re lying because there is no way any good queen would leave the house on 30 minutes’ prep time!
But darling, my natural, radiant beauty precludes me from having to do any “prep work,” as you so quaintly put it. And living mere minutes from my office makes things go so much faster, n’est-ce pas?
Silly boi. 
Esprix
Like we don’t all know you supplement your income posing for the “Before” pictures in the plastic surgery ads in the back pages of the bar rags…