12.12.04-- People my age are getting married and having babies. Gross.

So, yesterday I went to a holiday party in Fullerton, you know, Orange County.

And oh my god, all I have to say is, "Ew, people my age are married and having babies. Oh my god. Ew."

I mean I was in the middle of two pregnant woman and a woman holding her nine month old. They weren't much older than me. And they were talking to each other about breast pumps and cramps and kicking. I had nothing to contribute to the conversation. I was tempted to chime in with, "Hey, I'm starting to kiss with tongue!" But instead, I winced and shrieked to the pregnant women, "Whoa! That's crazy! You have something growing in there!" and "Whoa! You have to go nine months without drinking beer?"

Even though I feel more ladylike this year, I think I've regressed to a 13 year old.

Being in Orange County was weird. Everyone at the party was talking about marriage, BBQ grills or babies. The couples that were married with no kids yet were wearing sweats and glasses, holding hands, and watching MTV's "Pimp my Ride." There were people there I knew from college who were once part of this acapella group and were such rock stars when I was at UCLA. Now they are working in mortgage and finance. They don't sing anymore. Huh? What?

This is what happens when people move to suburbia. They make babies and rely on cable tv for their kicks.

Anyway. What's going on here? Where did youth go? Or at least, why is it people decide to have kids?

It's nuts, even Asia Carrera, the retired porn star, is married and pregnant. (Great, I wonder how many hits I'm going to get now with the combination of those words on my site.)

Everyone around me is settling down and losing their minds.

It was so weird answering that age old question at the party, "So, Kristina... what is it you do?"

Saying "I'm a performance artist and writer" to married/pregnant Orange County folk at a holiday BBQ is akin to saying, "I'm a child alcoholic priest."

I began to wonder if I was crazy, or if I should submit to my fate of having a desk job permanently, moving to Fullerton, marrying Joe Schmoe and popping out some kids.

Anyway, enjoy the picture below of me on Santa's lap at another party I went to last night. I didn't get to tell him what I wanted for Christmas. What I want for 2005 is to get into a good grad school and get to visit lots of new schools and cities next year doing my show and class lectures. And I want to collect enough money for the AIDS Lifecycle and finally start training for it.

I also want to stay young forever.

Love,

Kristina