Thursday, May 31, 2007

Thursday Thirteen (#3) Mom's Tattoo Ink Names


Thirteen Things about Thorne's World


My Favorite Mom's (Millennium) Tattoo Ink Color Names
(the colors are pretty good, too!)



1 Ice Blue
2 PrettyBoy Blue
3 Brown Sugar
4 ForestGump Green
5 Monthly Red
6 EctoPlasmicGreen
7 BurntOut Orange
8 Mean Green
9 Snot Green
10 Green Gob
11 Blu Job
12 Piss Yellow
13 Danger Zone Orange

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Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Tarot Tuesday #2

Check out this site for a better overview/intro to Tarot than I could (or want to) write.

We'll start next week with a card from the lessons, but for now, let's do my weekly tarot meditation. This is a card I pull; just one - - no big, involved reading, as a sort of focus. If I meditate on the card a couple of times a week, think about the imagery and meanings and number, usually it goves me some guidance. Sometimes it's a kind of "Ah ha!!" moment, but more often it's something I need to look at in my life, personality or spirit for my personal growth or self understanding.
Today's pull is:

Two of Pentacles (aka: Coins)
Pentacles are the suit dealing with the physical/material world.
* JUGGLING
* FLEXIBILITY
* FUN


juggling
keeping everything in balance
coping with demands
getting people to work together
making sure all areas are covered
having a lot of irons in the fire
moving forward smoothly
emphasizing all aspects equally

being flexible
adapting quickly
feeling free to try new approaches
going with the flow

refusing to let change throw you
opening to developments
seeing the possibilities
handling challenges
changing directions easily


having fun
doing something you enjoy
getting a kick out of life
taking time to play
feeling in high spirits
whistling while you work
seeing the humor in the situation
kicking back


This is actually a pretty relevent card for me, (you may not remember; but I do) - that it came up in last tuesday's reading.
It's pretty much a constant lesson for me. I get too caught up in work and taking care of everything and everybody and end up overwhelmed and stressed (and ultimately sick. Fibromyalgia is like that. It kicks your butt if you don't manage and balance and "juggle" carefully)
I'll put this card up where I will see it several times a day. I'll try to take a moment each time I see it to remember what it means and how I can apply it in my life today.

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Pay Per Post Review

I've decided to try a little paid blogging, and so far, PayPerPost ads on blogsseems the way to go. I've put a few ads up, and had no real return. They seem a waste of space on my sidebar,if you ask me. I tried Adsense and Performancing, for instance, but couldn't make any money with the first, and couldn't really figure out the second.
I also cruised around a bit, looking for paid blogging gigs, but they were kinda... "meh". Pay Per Post seems to have alot of pretty cool things for me to review or write about, and has a simple interface, a toolbar download for Firefox, and reasonable pay for reasonable word counts.
$10.00 for 100 words might not seem like much, but the way I love to ramble on, especially about something I have an opinion on/about; well... look out!!!


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Tuesday Post for Peace #2

(1,000,000 blogs for peace.org)

'kay... I'm barely awake and not a happy camper this morning, having awakened to discover that my cellphone service has been "interrupted" despite the fact that I made an online payment yesterday (when the hell is technology gonna catch up with itself??).
It didn't help, I'm sure, to be assaulted by the fetid odour of dog shit as I heated my coffee and fed the parrots while the insidious knowledge that all was not well in Thorneshouse insinuated itself into my consciousness via olfactory alarm. A lovely pile awaits my courage yet, which has me grumpy and dreading my living room.
Anyway, this is the One Million Blogs for Peace Post, so I suppose I oughta get "peaceful" and post!

I'm struck more than anything today, after Memorial Weekend, at the hopelessness and helplessness most of our Warriors must be feeling right now. I'm going to call our troops/soldiers/people "Warriors" from now on, I think.

I know that probably sounds crazy, being a peace person and against this war, but I'm just gonna feel my way through this (because it has nothing to do with logic, and everything to do with feelings).

I've been ambivalent about the term "Troops" for as long as I can remember. First of all, it always evoked thoughts for me of either a "group"; like a "troop of jugglers", or of an old TV sitcom called "F troop" (I think). Not being a military person, a war monger or strategist, I always though "troop" was a plural term; referring to many - not one.
I thought it combined the one into many, like, I suppose a "unit" or something.
I was pretty okay with referring to our Warriors as "Troops" when I though it unified them in some way. When I thought it made "many" of "one", united by their commonality. It kinda seemed a little okay to refer to these people this way, if it expressed that - their togetherness; ya know?
When I realized the word referred to each person in an individual way, while taking away their individuality all at the same time it kinda freaked me out. Okay, okay, I know... can't call them "soldiers" (I think that's army?) and marines are marines and sailors are sailors and air force are... ? Patriots doesn't work for many reasons, a few being that most of those people over there, our Warriors, aren't feeling too patriotic these days, as well as the word's inference to some other political crap having to do with revolution and resistance and stuff like that...
So what I've come to is my choice of the word "Warrior".

Wikipedia gives us this:

A warrior is a person habitually engaged in warfare. In tribal societies engaging in endemic warfare, warriors often form a caste or class of their own. In feudalism, the vassals essentially form a military or warrior class, even if in actual warfare, peasants may be called to fight as well. In some societies, warfare may be so central that the entire people (or, more often large parts of the male population) may be considered warriors, for example in the Iron Age Germanic tribes or the Medieval Rajputs.

Professional warriors are people who are paid money for engaging in military campaigns and fall into one of two categories: Soldiers, when fighting on behalf of their own state; or mercenaries, when offering their services commercially and unrelated to their own nationality. The classification of somebody who is involved in acts of violence may be a matter of perspective, and there may be disagreement whether a given person is a hooligan, gangster, terrorist, rebel, freedom fighter, mercenary or a soldier.


I won't argue. All I can say is that if our people over there are have a group with which they can identify, a family, so far away from their homes and family, then "Warrior" is as good a family as any.
I think my love for this term comes from a book I read many years ago, entitled The Way of the Peaceful Warrior. It speaks to the warrior in all of us; that noble heart who wills change and is willing to fight for it. Our warriors began this war in Iraq fighting for an ideal. That ideal has been shattered beyond repair in most of them by now; yet still, they must fight.
So let them be Warriors of Peace, because they are fighting in their own hearts and souls with every step they take... every breath.
And bless their hearts. Every damned one of them.

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Monday, May 28, 2007

An Open Letter to Congress from Cindy Sheehan (and my final Memorial Day Post. We can all go back to forgetting now)

Cindy Sheehan makes some excellent points in this open letter to Congress. The Democrats were put into power after 6 years of total Republican control of the House and Senate primarily because the voters wanted them to end this war honourably. They have the vast majority of the country on the side of ending the war and cutting off Bush's blank check. Now that they had the chance to do it, they flubbed it and gave Bush what he wanted with the suggestion of "wait 'til next time." The public, I sense, is tired of waiting, and they do not see why the Democrats folded like a house of cards when they finally have the power to do something towards bringing this war to a close.
Why I Am Leaving the
Democratic Party

Hello, my name is Cindy Sheehan and my son Casey Sheehan was
killed on April 04, 2004 in Sadr City , Baghdad , Iraq . He was
killed when the Republicans still were in control of Congress.
Naively, I set off on my tireless campaign calling on Congress
to rescind George's authority to wage his war of terror while
asking him "for what noble cause" did Casey and thousands of
other have to die. Now, with Democrats in control of Congress, I
have lost my optimistic naiveté and have become cynically
pessimistic as I see you all caving into "Mr. 28%"

There is absolutely no sane or defensible reason for you to hand
Bloody King George more money to condemn more of our brave,
tired, and damaged soldiers and the people of Iraq to more death
and carnage. You think giving him more money is politically
expedient, but it is a moral abomination and every second the
occupation of Iraq endures, you all have more blood on your
hands.
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A Hero Tells How It Really Is

This is a three page story that is enormously powerful. I could never hope to clip enough of it to give you the feeling of this piece. I urge you to go to the original URL and read it for yourself. It is a real eyeopener, and it is the least we can do for this hero.
clipped from www.alternet.org

A Veteran Speaks of the Forgotten Wounded of Iraq



By
Ron Kovic


A Vietnam veteran, paralyzed in the war, talks about his own struggles, those that the recently wounded in Iraq face, and how we can break this cycle of violence and begin to move in a different direction.
Thirty-eight years ago, on Jan. 20, 1968, I was shot and paralyzed from my mid-chest down during my second tour of duty in Vietnam. It is a date that I can never forget, a day that was to change my life forever. Each year as the anniversary of my wounding in the war approached I would become extremely restless, experiencing terrible bouts of insomnia, depression, anxiety attacks and horrifying nightmares. I dreaded that day and what it represented, always fearing that the terrible trauma of my wounding might repeat itself all over again. It was a difficult day for me for decades and it remained that way until the anxieties and nightmares finally began to subside.
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Top 25 Censored Stories of 2007

PLEASE VISIT THIS SITE!!! Even though many of us are aware of some of this, I doubt any of us are aware of it all. *gag* I'm feeling so hopeless right now, I wanna be an ostrich again. No fears. Just taking a lil break.

More I couldn't clip (due to Clip Limits)

#21 Gold Mining Threatens Ancient Andean Glaciers
#22 $Billions in Homeland Security Spending Undisclosed
#23 US Oil Targets Kyoto in Europe
#24 Cheney’s Halliburton Stock Rose Over 3000 Percent Last Year
#25 US Military in Paraguay Threatens Region
#1 Future of Internet Debate Ignored by Media
#2 Halliburton Charged with Selling Nuclear Technologies to Iran
#3 Oceans of the World in Extreme Danger
#4 Hunger and Homelessness Increasing in the US
#5 High-Tech Genocide in Congo
#6 Federal Whistleblower Protection in Jeopardy
# 7 US Operatives Torture Detainees to Death in Afghanistan
and Iraq
#8 Pentagon Exempt from Freedom of Information Act
#9 The World Bank Funds Israel-Palestine Wall
#10 Expanded Air War in Iraq Kills More Civilians
#11 Dangers of Genetically Modified Food Confirmed
#12 Pentagon Plans to Build New Landmines
#13 New Evidence Establishes Dangers of Roundup
#14 Homeland Security Contracts KBR to Build Detention
Centers in the US
#15 Chemical Industry is EPA’s Primary Research
Partner
#16 Ecuador and Mexico Defy US on International Criminal
Court
#17 Iraq Invasion Promotes OPEC Agenda
#18 Physicist Challenges Official 9-11 Story
#19 Destruction of Rainforests Worst Ever
#20 Bottled Water: A Global Environmental Problem
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Memorial Day

clipped from www.rosie.com

By the end of Saturday at least 100 American troops had died in the first 26 days of May, an average of 3.85 deaths a day. At that pace, 119 troops will have died by the end of the month, the most since 137 soldiers were killed in November 2004, when U.S. troops were fighting insurgents in Fallujah.

As of Saturday, May 26, 2007, at least 3,451 members of the U.S. military have died since the beginning of the Iraq war in March 2003, according to an Associated Press count. The figure includes seven military civilians. At least 2,817 died as a result of hostile action, according to the military.

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A Vet Makes a Permanent Statement (with the assistance of an awesome artist!)

Wow. Just, wow.
clipped from www.nickbaxter.com
Looking for unique Tattoos? World Demise
A sleeve about the brutality of our modern imperialist wars, and a harbinger of things to come if we don't change the destructive, all-consuming course we're on. This is on a former serviceman who's seen some of the horrors firsthand...the same horrors that are packaged into glossy corporate-media soundbytes for naive americans about "freedom" and "democracy" and how we're supposedly saving the world, not helping destroy it. Funny sidenote: Adrian Dominic posed for all the zombie reference pics which were used for this. Which means that Jason has 7 little self-cannibalizing Adrian zombies on him. I, personally, would be psyched.
Studio: Transcend Tattoo Gallery web site
Location: Branford, CT
Phone: (203) 481-9372
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Friday, May 25, 2007

Freaky Friday (Starts Early)

For me anyway!! I know you'll be surprised to see me posting so (relatively) early, but here's the deal.
I was up all night.
For no particular reason other than, I suppose, I slept in and exceedingly well on Wednesday night. Straight through until 10:00 AM Thursday.
I worked on a custom tattoo design for a bit yesterday; but we just got the layout done. Me scribbling all over this guy's bod (well, not all over - only one shoulder to elbow and his back) with sharpies (can't beat um for designing on skin). It's pretty complex design. Celtic knotwork in bas relief on stone, with some Ogham lettering. The moral of this lil ramble is that I was all fired up after he left, and felt like pushing some ink. So after I made dinner (Fried chicken with Fettuccine Alfredo and salad), and fartin' around with finishing up my Thursday Thirteen... (and wasn't that a pain in the Ass!!! Why did I think that would be a quick, easy one? DUH!!!), anyway I decided to maybe do a lil ink on myself.

Okay. Now really peeps; I wouldn't kid ya. "Do tattoos hurt"? many (countless) morons, folks have asked. So let me tell you. Really... they don't hurt at all. (I mean, what's a lil prick between friends, right?) Okay. I'm gonna say this once and only once:

FUCK YES TATTOOS HURT!!!


Last week, (I think) I posted a pic of my inner forearm black work that my lovely apprentice (daughter) had done. That was months ago. I haven't had an ink-fix since then. Well, last weekend everybody got ink but MamaThorne, and I was bummed. Here's the problem. Just try laying a screaming 5 needle cluster down on your own skin, when you know it's gonna hurt - worse, when it really hurts, without closing yer eyes.

Nonetheless... I decided to brave it. And I'll be damned, but it really didn't hurt!! (Imagine me laughing- no, really - braying like a mule... Right. Out. Loud.) The thing is, when somebody is tattooing on me, I just sorta check out. Go to my happy place. So I don't really notice that it hurts until sometime after about 3 hours of work, (depending on body area, of course. IE: Outside upper arm; meh. Outside calf and ankle; meh. Low inside ankle; fucking exquisite pain. I mean, like a high c note slicing through your flesh. Inner arm; reasonably intense. Back; fucking insane. I mean,lemme put it this way, the least of it made me want to slap that bitch doing the work [and I adore her] and after 3 hours, I admit it was let the tears fall or vomit. Thank GDSS)we were done by then).
Wooooo. Again, I digress.

So this is it. My new spider web. I love it. It's not done, but it's a happy start!

Boy can I ramble on, eh?? And you thought I was bad with sleep! I'm ready for another cup-o-coffee!!!

Okay folks. Now this next pic is a lil scary. But strangely cool, too. Scary. Cool. Scary. Cool. Really, It freaks me out. I can't imagine why a woman would... but still it's incredible ink. Brings a whole new visual to the saying "spankin' the monkey"!NOT WORK OR MINOR SAFE

Lt's see. What else did I have for ya from my spinning brain at sometime in the wee hours (before my browser froze and I had to relaunch it and decided to take a bubble bath, and come back to this later...)?
I know! Some fucked up shit. First, is it toally fucked up what that nasty lil cavegirl, brainless, republican, christianist, sexkitten, cunt hassleho did to our Ro?? I mean. Whatever... she's an idiot. But am I the only one who saw how fucking HURT
Ro was??. I think most of us, no matter how liberal we are, has a friend or more who just can't wrap their head around our politics any more than we can co-sign theirs. Am I right? I know I do. But we trust each other. At least me and my friends do. We trust each other's hearts that when it comes down to it... Anyway, that bitch refusing to stand up and say that her friend, Rosie, never meant to call "our" troops terrorists. I saw it. Ro nearly cried. Everybody called it a cat-fight or worse. But I saw a heart break between once friends. I saw ego and privelige and "popularity" get on the bandwagon with all the other Rosie haters, and betray a friend. It broke my heart.

Haiku for Rosie

Truthy queer mamma
iraqi children dying
her heart breaks there too.


Okay. That's it for now. I'm gonna go hold my beautiful grandson for awhile. He is one month and 2 days old!! Here's a lil grandbaby love for ya'll.

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Thursday, May 24, 2007

Thursday Thirteen, #2 (Lovely Lavender)


Thirteen Things about Lavender by Thorne


13 Uses for Lavender



1)Aromatherapy Use #1
For Insomnia, stress, relaxation, sore muscles, neuropathy:
nerv·ine nur-veen, -vahyn
–adj of or pertaining to the nerves. acting on or relieving disorders of the nerves; soothing the nerves.
–n a nervine medicine.

QUICK-MAKE BATH BAG
Use an old handkerchief or piece of thin cotton fabric, six to eight inches square. Place a fourth cup of dried lavender blooms in the center, gather the corners together and secure the bundle with a piece of twelve-inch ribbon, tie it in a knot. Tie the very ends of the ribbon together in bow or knot, to form a loop by which to hang the bag. Slip this over the bathtub faucet positioned so the water will run through it as the tub fills. It may be used for several baths, the lavender should then be replaced.
(Or use essential oil: Place 20 drops of lavender in a warm bath and relax.)
For Insomnia, stress, relaxation:
PILLOW APPLICATION
To help reduce problems with insomnia, simply apply one drop of lavender essential oil to the edge of a pillowcase. Take deep breaths, and relax from your toes all the way to your head, focusing on all the major body parts along the way. Eventually, your body will become "trained" to the effects of the essential oil - usually within a week or two -- and you will notice a significantly faster reaction with continued use.
INHALATION
5-10 drops may also be used in a vaporizer for inhalation. If a bathtub or vaporizer isn't available, simply apply 3 drops to a cotton ball and inhale as needed. If you face a stressful daily commute, car diffusers work wonders: place 5 drops of lavender essential oil onto the pad and plug the unit into your cigarette lighter.

2)Medicinal Use #1
WOUND CARE
antiseptic
an·ti·sep·tic an-tuh-sep-tik
–adj pertaining to or affecting antisepsis.
–n. an antiseptic agent kills microorganisms and germs.


3)Medicinal Use #2
MUSCLE SPASM/MASSAGE
spasmolytic
spas·mo·lyt·ic (spzm-ltk)
adj. Relieving or preventing spasms, especially of smooth muscle.
n. An antispasmodic agent.

4)Medicinal Use #3
TEA FOR INTESTINAL GAS
carminative
car·min·a·tive (kär-mn-tv, kärm-n-)
adj. Inducing the expulsion of gas from the stomach and intestines.
n. A drug or agent that induces the expulsion of gas from the stomach or intestines.

1 teaspoon flowers to one pint of just barely boiling water.
Steep 5 minutes
Drink 1 cup
Fart and burp as necessary.
(May cause drowsiness)

(The essential oil, or a spirit of Lavender made from it, proves admirably restorative and tonic against faintness, palpitations of a nervous sort, weak giddiness, spasms and colic. It is agreeable to the taste and smell, provokes appetite, raises the spirits and dispels flatulence. The dose is from 1 to 4 drops on a sugar cube or in a spoonful or two of milk.

5)Medicinal Use #4
STRESS/SLEEPLESSNESS
calmative
calm·a·tive (käm-tv, klm-)
adj. Having relaxing or pacifying properties; sedative.
n. A sedative.

1 teaspoon flowers to one pint of not quite boiling water.
Steep 5 minutes
Drink 1 cup. Wait 20 minutes. If still not relaxed and/or sleepy, drink 2nd cup.

6)Medicinal Use #5
LEUCCORROEAH
antiseptic
an·ti·sep·tic an-tuh-sep-tik
–adj pertaining to or affecting antisepsis.
–n. an antiseptic agent kills microorganisms and germs.

This infusion is better made with the essential oil than the flowers. If you choose to use flowers, please strain well to be sure no organic material is left behind. 1/2 cup steeped for 10-15 minutes in 1 pint just boiling water. Cover and allow to cool. Strain WELL!
6- 10 drops lavender essential oil in lukewarm water. Douche daily for 3-5 days.
or, vor you vinegar douche gals: Lavender Vinegar. A refreshing toilet preparation is made by mixing 6 parts of Rosewater, 1 part of spirits of Lavender and 2 parts of Orleans vinegar.

7)Medicinal Use #6
INSECT STINGS/BITES
analgesic
anti-inflammatory

Place one drop of lavender essential oil directly onto insect bites or bee stings. Lavender's anti-inflammatory properties reduce swelling, its analgesic properties reduce pain and itch, and its healing properties encourage tissue repair. Frequently, you'll hardly notice the bite at all if you apply the oil immediately after being bit or stung.

8)HOUSEHOLD Use #1
DISENFECTANT
antiseptic
an·ti·sep·tic an-tuh-sep-tik
–adj pertaining to or affecting antisepsis.
–n. an antiseptic agent kills microorganisms and germs.

Lavender has superb antimicrobial and antiseptic properties, making it a great household disinfectant. For cleaning sinks, tubs, or toilets, sprinkle baking soda and 3-5 drops of lavender essential oil onto a sponge and scrub away. After you're finished scrubbing, rinse the area well. For washing floors, countertops, etc., simply add 60 drops of essential oil to a bucket of warm water, and wipe or mop as needed.


9)CULINARY #1
LAVENDER COOKIES

These cookies are probably better classified as shortbread.
  • 1 cup butter
  • 2 cups sugar
  • 1 egg, beaten
  • 1 Tbsp. dried lavender flowers
  • 1 cup self-rising flour


Cream butter and sugar; add egg. Mix in lavender and flour. Place small heaps on greased cookie sheet and bake at 350F for 15-20 minutes or till golden brown in color.

10)CULINARY #2
ASPARAGUS WITH LAVENDER & PINE NUTS and Mozzarella Balls
(This one's for you, Doug!)

Lemon brings out the flavor of the asparagus, and the pine nuts add elegance to this simple side.

2 pounds Pencil thin asparagus (unless you grow it at home, like me, then it can be as thick as your thumb and still be tender)
1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
1/4 teaspoon crushed hot pepper flakes
2 cloves garlic, minced
1/2 cup pine nuts
1 teaspoon dried culinary 'Provence' lavender buds, finely ground in spice grinder (an old coffee grinder is what I use)
1/2 teaspoon sea salt
1/8 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1/2 pound bocconcini mozzarella balls, quartered
1 tablespoon lemon zest
1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice

Trim asparagus ends and peel up stalk a but if needed to make more tender. (Like if you buy your asparagus anywhere but an organic co-op, or trader joes or local organic farmer. Also wash it in GSE if you don't buy organic)
Cook in boiling water for 3 minutes. Drain carefully and cover in cold water to stop the cooking. Drain and pat dry with paper towels.

Warm olive oil in a large skillet over medium heat. Add the pepper flakes and garlic; stir for 1 minute. Add the pine nuts; saute for a few minutes just until nuts begin to color. Add the asparagus and lavender; saute for about 3 minutes, until just heated through. Season with salt and pepper.

Transfer to a platter and top with mozzarella; allow heat from the asparagus to melt the mozzarella balls slightly. Sprinkle with lemon zest and drizzle with lemon jiuce

11)HOUSEHOLD Use #
SACHET
Use an old handkerchief or piece of thin cotton fabric, six to eight inches square. Place a fourth cup of dried lavender blooms in the center, gather the corners together and secure the bundle with a piece of twelve-inch ribbon, tie it in a knot. Tie the very ends of the ribbon together in bow or knot, place it in your dresser drawer. It's especially nice with winter sweaters that wont be coming out again for the summer, or for your lingeree drawer. Replace when scent is gone or recharge with
a couple of drops of lavender essential oil as needed.

12)Take a Trip to Sequim Washington for the LAVENDER FESTIVAL

13)GET A TATTOO BY THORNE


*references from my library, personal notes and uses. Some stuff snagged from MORE HIP THAN HIPPY and Botanical.com


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Words are not fists: some thoughts on how men work to defuse feminist anger.

What was very interesting for me was that I came to this blog from a post entitled
My thoughts on Feminism (as I now head for cover)
I laughed so hard I thought I'd split.

I chopped this to shit to try to get the main premise in under 1000. There's tons more food for thought at the site.

clipped from www.amptoons.com

In this post, he writes about how the men speak in his women’s studies class:

…two of the guys did something that I see over and over again from men in women’s studies classes. They prefaced their remarks by joking “I know I’m going to get killed for saying this, but…” One of them, even pretended to rise from his desk to position himself by the door, saying that “Once I say this, I know I’m going to have to make a run for it.” Most of the women laughed indulgently, and I even found myself grinning along.

his behavior reflects two things: men’s genuine fear of being challenged and confronted, and the persistence of the stereotype of feminists as being aggressive “man-bashers.”
no man is in any real physical danger
from feminists
Women are regularly beaten and raped
but I know of no instance where a man found himself a victim of violence for making a sexist remark in a college feminist setting!
Male-bashing” doesn’t literally happen
doesn’t stop men from using
fear of
violence
point about feminists
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10 Reasons Why Liberals Hate Christians

FromHappy Jihad's House of Pancakes


I ran out of Clippage.
10) Liberals are spiritually lost and blind to the truth of the gospel.

I love HJ. He can even make me smile at the close of a day like today. The scariest thing about these 10 items is I swaer I've heard them almost verbatim from another clipper. Ohhhh Willieeeeee.... Yoooo Hooooo.....
clipped from hjhop.blogspot.com
Liberals are relativists and hate Christians because Christians believe in absolute truth.
Liberals do not want anyone to say that immorality is immoral.
Liberals are selfish and are more interested in their "feelings" then they are with what is right for others.
Liberals misunderstand what Christians really believe.
Since liberals see themselves as the superior enlighten ones they do not recognize that taking a position against their position is not automatically hate.
Liberals do not want to listen to what makes sense, they would rather listen to their senses.
Liberals ignore the clear evidence of the result of their philosophical positions influence on the last 40 years. It had been a social disaster and they do not want to hear it.
They see Christians as intellectually inferior.
Liberals see Christians as wanting to impose their religion on them when in truth it is the liberals who have used the courts system to impose their secular humanism religion on all of us.
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Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Humpday (or: I'm Still Not Over It!!)

(was: Jessica Valenti and Co. --Get Over It!!)


I'm gonna start this week's rant with a simple statement:

I have not yet read Full Frontal Feminism.
This is not a review of the book.

What this is, is an attempt to understand what all the bruhaha over the book and Jessica is about, and come to some understanding of my own place within the vast construct of feminism and feminist blogging and writing.

I come late to the debate, as is my wont, but have many feelings and thoughts and questions and as always, opinions of which to write.

In a nutshell this whole situation seems to have evolved because:
a) some Women bloggers Of Color (henceforthto be referenced as WBOC) had the nerve to speak their truth and the audacity to think they might be heard.
(Of all the ridiculous, naive, idealistic hopes.)
b) Jessica Valenti was either unable (if I'm charitable) or unwilling (if I'm honest) to get past her defensiveness (again; if I'm charitable) or racism/elitism (if I'm honest) and give the criticisms and comments the consideration they deserved as women (if I'm charitable) and as part of her potential target readership (in the least.)
c) and some white and "house"-bloggers (referenced later if you make it past this summary into the twisted convolutions of my mind) who completely invalidate those WBOC mentioned in point a), with their rationalized and self-justified support of the Author, JV.

End of summary.
Stop here or forever abandon ye all hope, as ye enter into yon abyss (otherwise known as: Thorne's World.


The big bummer starts somewhere over at feministe, and spreads from there throughout the feminist blogosphere, and perhaps beyond. (I don't think that link is the beginning, I'm a little disoriented from all my link-leaping the past few days.)

The Girl from Mars, probably says it most succintly below:

"The furore over whether Valenti’s book was inclusive of women of colour (apologies to fellow Brits - we just don’t use that phrase here, but I’ll use it rather than any of the Brit alternatives) wasn’t about jealousy over not getting a book deal, personal issues with the author or the rest. It was about an accusation that has been made about feminism since the very beginning: that feminism is largely a movement for well-off white women talking amongst themselves and that issues of importance to nonwhite women are systematically marginalized. This is a HUGE issue, and the response from many of the WoC bloggers out there shows that it is one that strikes a chord with them. Saying that it’s not important is simply not an option when there are so many many women out there telling you that it is.

As feminists we hate it when left-wing men tell us to suck it up about our issues because talking about them is “divisive”. Why can’t we white feminists get that it’s just as patronizing and just as wrong (Steve, I do mean you) to ask nonwhite feminists to shut up about their issues?"


(discovered via Belledamme222 at Fetch me my Axe, who is no slouch herself, and has this to say:

...You know what, everyone? Shut the fuck up. Listen to what fellow feminist bloggers are telling you. They feel marginalised and ignored in a movement whose goal is equality and whose members are quite able to spot a man exercising his privilege at a thousand paces, yet somehow can’t see how a white feminist could be doing the same thing.



Still I must needs have my say, and I can't help but wonder why JV is so able to address the criticisms over the cover design:

“Ah, the book cover—the bane of my feminist existence! Obviously there have been a lot of negative comments about the cover, and for good reason. And I’m glad that it’s being talked about; it’s just put me in a very difficult position. On the one hand, I think a lot of the criticisms are right-on. But on the other, this is my book cover and I have to sell it and stand by it!”
with a certain aplomb and open mindedness and yet completely dismiss the criticisms and comments of fellow feminists as sour grapes.

JV goes on to say that:
the idea of a “full frontal” feminism—a stripped down, tell-it-like-it-is kind of political discourse—


If that is actually so, why then couldn't JV and Co. (as I term her mob of thoughtless supporters) handle the stripped down, tell-it-like-it-is kind of [sic]discourse that these WOC bloggers are engaging in and inviting discourse upon if only someone would fucking listen!!!!?

I can understand that JV would feel defensive after putting her heart and soul into a creative endeavor, as would most of us. I can even understand how any difficult it would be for any one of us to truly be inclusive of the wide and diverse variety that feminism must needs embrace if it is to continue to move forward and raise awareness and affect change in our world. What I have trouble understanding is how as a writer she can fail so horribly at hearing the criticism of a significant representation of her reader base, without (the appearance of ) pausing to give their insights some serious reflection. Without the self awareness and personal insight to know that even if she can't be all inclusive, that it is indeed a goal toward which we all should strive.

I reeeeaaalllly want to know why it would have been so fucking difficult for JV to respond to the criticisms of WOC with something like
“You know, your feelings and responses are totally valid and I appreciate the input. Tell me more. I need to hear this.”


Why is it so difficult for folks to look past language or style and address the issue? I think this shouldn’t be so damned difficult, especially for a writer; but who the fuck am I?

I want to ask Jessica why she felt she needed to defend herself from the criticisms, instead of carefully sifting through them and doing a check to see where she could maybe do better next time... and perhaps where she might have to punt and say,
“Hey, I think it’s so fucked that anyone feels that I’ve marginalized them. I screwed up and I’m sorry.”


(Unless, of course, it’s true that her “privilege” is indeed manifest in that she’s not sorry. Not one bit, because not only does she not hear these very valid opinions, but her self image and the world according to JV doesn’t allow her to even consider that even if unintentional on her part, the fact that these WOC feel marginalized is reason enough to be sorry. Period.)

JV could have said:
“That wasn’t my intent, and I feel I did the best I could from my life experience. I appreciate the input, and will do my best to assimilate it so I can use it to expand my understanding of myself and feminism.”


Or maybe she even could have defended herself by saying something really honest, like...
“You know, I can’t even begin to understand how marginalized you WOC might feel, because I have no frame of reference within my personal life experience within which to assess it!!! ”Fuck me!! I'm an ass!! I never gave any of that a thought! Or, well, I thought I did, but if you WOC are feeling fucked over, maybe I'd better reconsider!!(since we know she like to curse, as do I, I feel free to include swearing in my hypothetical rendering of a few of JV's many possible responses)


Maybe because it’s so much easier to “react”. Maybe because those of privilege are so entrenched in it that they fear what they don't understand. Maybe because to challenge their privilege is to make them fearful of losing it; because the only fucking way for them to keep it is to deny that it exists.

Not that JV doesn't pay lip service to her understanding of her status among those of privelege; she does:
It’s more difficult and uncomfortable to imagine that the book is actually inclusive and complex—which I think it is. I don’t say this to downplay my privilege, which I’m constantly thinking about when writing, but to point out that looking at a picture of me and reading a short bio doesn’t reveal all that much about who I actually am. That’s why I get into a lot of my own personal life in the book—like a lot of women, my lived experiences have informed my feminism in a huge way.


Ahem. Pay lip service, that is. JV says that you can't know her by reading her bio, etc. and that she includes alot of her personal experience into the book. How can she possibly not get that her life experience is not inclusive of those life experiences of many WOC?? Does this woman truly not see how she validates their comments and critiques in her very attempts to marginalize, dismiss answer them? Frankly I don't need to read FFF if her responses to the criticisms are indicative of what she considers inclusion. If the whitewashed doublespeak tone of her commentary to those comments is the tone of her not marginalizing WOC in FFF.

So, yeah... I really have to say... (without comment on the actual content of FFF itself):

Jessica Valenti: Get Over It!!!!


Oh, wait... I’m soooo not done.
It’s time to address the “and Co.” part of my title. This part is for all the so-called feminists who reacted with a mob mentality and rallied ‘round JV without giving any real thought to any of the criticisms by the WOC who commented, and who are guilty of the same oversights and self-centeredness as is JV, above.
Just because you did not agree, does not in any way, shape, or form invalidate those opinions!! Rather than address the multitudinous JV supporters on the bases of their individual bigotry and shallowness, I've picked one quote, by a writer who claims to be a WOC while not defining herself as such. Frankly, I chose this comment from so many sparkling gems because this single post, written by a woman of color, is perfectly indicative of the mentality of the white feminists in general who have chosen to so vocally express their support of JV, and thereby express their support of the structures of privelege.

Go fucking figure.

Layla says:(# 8, but go ahead, jump right in... read the whole thread and weep)
Jill, you apologize for yourself and your views way too much. You most certainly did not ‘fuck up’ — and I’m saying this as a past critic of Jessica and (1) as a ‘woman of color.’ Which is a stupid term — my color is only skin deep and I don’t define myself by it.

Jessica is anything but a ‘marginalizer’ — and as a feminist, let me tell you, (2) white women are no more privileged than any others. As far as our biology, our sex, goes, we are all equally oppressed or liberated. (3)If ‘women of color’ are more oppressed, it’s more because of class and culture reasons than by reason of their sex. (4)Feminism is the great equalizer, and frankly, these self-absorbed women of color (and admittedly, (5)I am self-absorbed too, but at least I don’t expect everyone else to be absorbed in my issues as well) need to get a fucking grip and lay off Jessica. One would think Jessica had just single-handedly managed to fuck things up for ‘women of color.’ (emphasis mine)



Let’s address the above marginalism itself, beginning with my notation of:

(1): as a ‘woman of color.’ Which is a stupid term — my color is only skin deep and I don’t define myself by it.
Well goody for you. Too bad you live in a world where many people do define you by your skin color. Does your skin color have any bearing on who you are? How about your gender? Do you define yourself by that? Others do. How about adding those together? Can you really be so blind as to believe that those separate but here combined “definitions” do not have an impact on the way you are perceived?

(2)white women are no more privileged than any others. As far as our biology, our sex, goes, we are all equally oppressed or liberated.
Oh. My. Goddess.
Do we live on the same planet?? First of all let’s address the fact that our “biology” and our “sex” are not synonyms. But I don’t want to nitpick, so that said, may I ask how your clitorectomy is workin’ for you, and the perhaps the reasons you chose to have one?
And while we’re at it, why not tell us how the world looks from behind your burqa.
I could go on, but (dare) I assume you get the point??

(3)If ‘women of color’ are more oppressed, it’s more because of class and culture reasons than by reason of their sex.
Hello, you idiot!! What the fuck are you saying now? That you agree?? Of course it has to do with class and culture! And why do all closet and armchair racists seem to come down to playing that blame game, instead of owning the fact that it’s white patriarchy (and now white feminism) that is keeping it this way?!! If you are actually a WOC, you are the modern equivalent of the “house nigger” who looked down on her fellow slaves from the lofty perch conferred upon her by none other than WHITE MASSA HIMSELF.

(4)Feminism is the great equalizer.
If that were true, none of this would be happening. I almost wish I had the energy to do a lil more research to point out the many ways that WOC everywhere in the world are (including here in the US) are more oppressed, more abused and more devastated overall by patriarchy than are white women in general.
Why I should have to search out and post links to material regarding this well documented fact is a mystery to me. I thought we feminists were able to read and assimilate information. Well, my “duh”.

(5)I am self-absorbed too, but at least I don’t expect everyone else to be absorbed in my issues as well)
Well, that’s just fucking ridiculous! Tell us, layla... please expound. Dazzle us with your wisdom.
What exactly is activism all about?
What is feminism all about??

It’s about trying to get others/the world to get involved in our issues!!! To make them their issues!!! To open their minds to a reality they mayn’t heretofore have realized!!

Oh my. I’m worn the fuck out. I’m just gonna wrap up this section of this rambling rant by saying if that was a woman of color, I won’t even address the “white” feminist response. (But I have to say that if you white bitches really believe that this isn’t about racism, you are sooooo fucked up!!)

So... “And Co.”... Get Over It!!!


Before I move on to the last section of my dazzlingly allegorical and fumblingly metaphorical dissertation on antidisestablishmentarianism (not really, but I've always wanted to use that word)... I have to include this most incredible post that I have thus far encountered in my linklust to try to get a well rounded view of this whole situation.
Ilyka Damen’s “A Preview of Coming Attractions” is awesome!!!
If you are white, if you are male, if you are non white...purple, queer, green, straight, human, animal vegetable or mineral, please follow this link and give it the weight it deserves in your personal considerations; in your personal quest for unity, spiritual, political or intellectual growth!!! If you go nowhere else from here, please, please read this post!!!

(Damn! Take a breath, Thorne. Shit, I think I'm having a panic attack... or maybe my head's gonna explode... or fuck it; just gimme a razorblade. Yeah, that's it, straight up the stream, not across the river... hehe.)

Until now, this has been about my opinion, and the marginalization of WOC by so-called “main stream” (or Full Frontal?? *snark*) Feminism. At this point readers, you must needs continue forth and take a dip in the ocean of my personal experience (via the waters of my usual self reflection and disclosure) if you are to navigate the depths of the context from which my opinions arise. The well of my life experience; if you will.

Or not! LOL.
(Really, although I love that folks read me, I am not so egotistical to think that this rambling dissertation of opinion and self exploration is necessarily an important or even worthy read. Nonetheless I am called, and must needs follow.)



As a woman of mixed ethnicity which includes more than a dollop of syrian ancestry, I have never identified as (or with) “white” or even "caucasian". I do in fact, consider myself “nonwhite”, although my personal identification doesn’t hold water for alot of POC, who don’t “see” me as one of them. None the less, whenever I have the opportunity, my choice of checkboxes under the heading of ethnicity is "other".

My daughter’s sperm donor (*snark* - read: my first husband) had more than a dollop of Native American ancestry. Our combined ethnic diversity resulted in our daughter, who is even more “nonwhite” than I, and still somehow considered somehow outside the circle of POC by many if not most folks who identify as such. (She, also thinks of herself, as "other") Now I have a new baby grandson, who brings his father’s “egyptian aka: black” (my Son-in-Law’s words) ancestry into our family mix. My grandson may actually turn out to be “dark skinned enough” to be accepted by POC as a POC... (??) but I digress.

What I’m trying to say is that there are alot of us who fall through the cracks of any identity, label or generalization. The comments and critiques and feelings of the WOC who chose to express them are valid.

Period.

Maybe I’m being naive and idealistic, but shouldn’t all feminists have concern when any woman feels marginalized by the “movement”? Isn’t this sort of separation and division a symptom of the patriarchy that has so influenced us all? And doesn’t it just make a wonderful tool to further divide us and weaken our efforts to upgrade women everywhere from their positions as second class citizens (at best) and property, or garbage (at worst)?

Why can’t the white feminists accept their position as “privileged” and work to reach out, understand and include those who are not? Dialogue and consideration is all these WOC are asking for. Why the fuck is that so hard to give? No one, (least of all WOC, who already know how fucked up you white bitches are *snark*) expects you to be perfect, just to admit that you’re not!!

Why not just recognize that feminists embody a huge diversity of people and celebrate that fact?

In closing, a quote from a totally unrelated post from BlackAmazon from last year some time, which I think needs to be recycled for use here and now in this situation.

And it comes down in essence to this.

"For some folks community only means community if it is exactly how they want to form it. What the parameters of discussion will be how much they have to deal with outside their comfort zone. When real community building happens it happens with birth pains and having those explains (??) shows who the builders are and who the pretenders are . Pain is the exposure of weakpoints ( to paraphrase Pain is weakness leaving the body) to the stress that show where they are weak . To make anything strong it must tear and break and HURT.

And anybody who keeps asking why this has to hurt so much is asking in essence why did it have to change.

And to see that after many times of what people hoped was honest open discussion People still luxuriate blindly in the erasure of WOC statements and consensus only in the absence of POC critique says a lot about them .

People HAVE offered community , what they offered wasn't EASY community, it wasn't UNCHECKED community, and it wasn't this skip through the fields no question sisterhood either. And then I wonder maybe they aren't ready for it maybe their too weak and feebleminded"

--BlackAmazon


I pray that our growing pains don't kill us.
And no.
I'm not over it.
And I'm not sure I want to get over it.
So there.

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Having Read The Fine Print......: I'd like to thank the academe

Read, read... it will break your heart. (It breaks mine, anyway.)

Having Read The Fine Print......: I'd like to thank the academe

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Tarot Tuesday

As previously mentioned, some personal drama is what led to my decision to do a tarot reading for myself, and offer Tarot Tuesdays as a regular feature of my blog. I'm not going to go into any great detail about the situation that provoked this response, but if you make it through the readings, you'll have a ies" Position

Main (positional) Meaning:
Intervene in the face of hostility, summoning up the courage others may be lacking.

The card that lands in the Challenges/Opportunities position refers to ways that you can turn obstacles into stepping stones.


With the Three of Swords in this position, your unique point of view can help lower the stakes in the current situation and possibly even create a dialogue to help move out of the tension. It takes a brave soul to remain optimistic in the face of the storm. You may be able to help salvage some harmony from a stressful situation.

Apparently you are the one available person who has the skill and ability to facilitate better communications. Don't hold yourself back simply because the situation is tense and frightening. Maybe there is something you can contribute that will smooth things out a bit.(Emphasis mine)

*Well, ain't that a bitch! That's pretty much my own assessment of the situation. I took action this morning, and the other 2 parties seem to be more at ease with each other, and with me. I feel pretty good about this reading, and my own self examination preceding the reading. I feel that I honestly assessed the situation and my part in it, and that the reading has confirmed this.


Okay, so even though I like to keep things simple when reading for myself, the first 3 card reading above really only identified the stuff I already suspected/knew about the situation and my part in it. So I headed over to my favorite online divination site, Facade. Facade is very cool because not only can you get lots of different layouts, card sets and types of Tarot readings, you can also do Runes, Numerology, I Ching, Stitchomancy, Bibliomancy (Those two are so similar even I'm not sure what the differences are), and Biorhythms. You can even flip a virtual coin if you wish!

So my slightly more defined question for this reading was: What's my lesson here (in this triangulation communication situation)?

I decided that the best path to insight on my lessons was the "Three Fates" layout, "to gain insight into the emerging arc of the past, present, and future."

3 Fates Layout



The left card represents an important element of the past.
Queen of Swords, when reversed:
The dark essence of air behaving as water, such as a cold rain: A person gifted with both keen logic and natural intuition, giving them uncanny powers of perception and insight. One who easily sees the weakness in any argument, and savages friend and foe alike with biting sarcasm. Dry and vicious wit covering a hollow sense of isolation and dissatisfaction with life.

*Okay, I admit it. I was a bit like this when I was younger, and often found myself represented by that wicked bitch, the Queen of Swords. And my "vicious wit" was an attempt to hide my sense of isolation and my low self esteem. Thank the Gods that this card turned up in the past! I'd be really worried about me if it showed up representing the present or future!!


The middle card represents a deciding element of the present.
Two of Pentacles (Change), when reversed:
Imbalance and disharmony as a result of upheaval and transformation. Taking one step forward for every two steps back. Chaos caused by the shifting importance of projects and priorities. Industrious yet unreliable actions. Furious activity producing negligible results.

* Well I guess these pesky cards told me! (Remember there is another reason to not do readings for yourself... sometimes the answers are NOT what you want to hear. LOL) Boy, I din't emphasize any of it, because in many ways it's all very true. I can easily see how it relates to the whole picture of my life right now, but I admit it's more difficult to discern the way in which this card relates to my question. Since nothing definitive jumps out at me, I'll posit a couple of impressions, and without choosing and running with any one of them, I'll let them percolate in my subconscious, sleep and perhaps meditate on this card a bit.

a)Me trying to fix somebody else as a way to avoid ordering my priorities?
b)Me trying to see my own imbalances through interacting with someone else who is a bit out of balance, herself?
c) Another jaunt into my old codependent ways and martyrdom around friendship issues?

(Yikes. I'm so hating the sound of "c", that it's prolly the right one....)


The right card represents a critical element of the future.
The Moon, when reversed:
Clarity, control and peace in troublesome times. Increased psychic abilities. Temptations, small problems and minor setbacks overcome. The dawning of a new day.

Very excellent! This sort of positive future energy card actually tells me I'm on the right path, regardless of how uncomfortable the present position is.




The final card for this series of readings is for the question of "What's the focus for today?"

Single Card drawing Daily Meditation


Page of Swords

Use Your Mind
analyze the problem
use logic and reason
reexamine beliefs
develop an idea or plan
study or research the facts
learn or teach
think everything through

Be Truthful
act honestly
face the facts
stop deceiving
clear up any confusion
expose what is hidden
speak directly

Be Just
right a wrong
act ethically
treat others equally
champion a cause
try to be fair
do what you know is right
accept responsibility
acknowledge the other point of view

Have Fortitude
face problems squarely
refuse to be discouraged
meet setbacks with renewed energy
keep a firm resolve
move out of depression
keep your chin up and head high
keep trying

Excellent! That's our Tarot Tuesday for today. If you made it to the end of this self introspection process via tarot, thanks for coming along for the ride. I promise the upcoming Tarot posts won't be this involved. I'll probably just choose one card and go from there... I may even use and elaborate on the handy Online Tarot Lessons at the same place I snagged the pics from. We'll just have to see where this journey takes us...

**Note: I have chosen to depict the Classic Rider-Waite Tarot Deck. Although it is not one that I currently use, it is probably the most familiar to the largest number of people. It's also the deck I first learned tarot with, some 23 years ago and an excellent beginner deck.
*** Note: I have chosen to include reversed cards (upside down) in at least one of these mini readings. The image will not be reversed, however the accompanying text will indicate reversed cards. I don't always use reversals, but followed my intuition this time. More on reversals and their oimplications/meanings in future posts.

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On Tarot Tuesday (a rambling dissertation of self examination and disclosure)


So this morning (it must be my week for personal lessons/growth), I have been given the opportunity, through my own actions in a friendship situation, to examine myself and my behaviors, motives, etc.
The really great thing about this, (aside from the personal growth factor, of course) is that it's given me another themed day for this blog. This is a great thing to me because:
a)It presents another facet of me to you, which is my true intent for this blog. To give the reader a context within/from which to better understand my thoughts/opinions/positions, etc. Although I love reading political, spiritual, magickal, feminist etc. themed blogs in and of themselves, it is my personal desire to present a fuller, more contextual blog. I am not defined or labeled by any one of my interests, passions, beliefs, or political views. I haven't touched much on my spiritual/magickal self, and this is a perfect way to add this content as another expression of self.
b) It helps me remember that I am more than my politics, my outrage and my despair. One downside of being an activist for me is that I am a bit obsessive and too empathic. As a teenager and into my mid 20's, I read about politics, philosophy and war, torture and genocide, oppression, racism, feminism and the historical contexts from which many of these things arise. At some point I became overwhelmed and felt powerless and decided that the only answer was to work on myself. If I wanted the world to become a better place it would only happen one person at a time, and I must needs start with me. So I checked out. Almost. I refrained from watching or reading news, and the only activism I participated in was a very personal one to me (that I still practice), which I call the "Silence Implies Consent" rule. When confronted in my life with prejudice, judgment, sexism, etc. I spoke out. I refused to stand by and imply my consent to things/views/statements or actions that I was morally opposed to.
During so-called "Desert Storm", my personal resolve broke and I became marginally involved in paying attention, again. To my dismay, I broke out in shingles and had a minor emotional breakdown over it. Thorne retreats again.
About 9 years ago I began to take some small steps in activism. Learning... searching for answers, voting again (both locally and nationally), signing petitions, writing a few letters, calling my congressperson.
It has slowly led me to this. Here. Now.
But again I have found myself repeatedly on the brink of despair. Obsessively reading and researching to discover what new ills humanity and The Mother our earth is suffering. Finding myself unable to let go of the outrage, the despair and hopelessness that so often assails me when I consider the world and all of its denizens. I turn from my beautiful desert, my esoteric studies, my meditations and my joy to this computer and seek and find poison. So this Tarot Tuesday is another attempt of mine to seek balance in my life, thoughts, emotions and experience, and thereby share that balance with you, my readers.
I'm going to try to rearrange my links/blogrolls soon to reflect this. Sorting by primary area of interest or lack thereof (as in my case). I'm also, without putting myself on too rigid a schedule, (I don't do that well), going to try to limit my political and issues reading a bit. Being committed to writing on different topics will by necessity keep me incorporating them into my life. I'm thinking I must needs add some sort of gardening or nature day, too. That will come as/when it will.

(Tarot Tuesday Post to follow, but prolly not until tonight, as I have a tattoo appt soon)

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Monday, May 21, 2007

Monday Slow Blogging

9:30 AM
Ugh. Monday morning. Just starting on that second cuppa... barely awake. It was an interesting weekend. (Isn't that some kind of old curse? "May you live in interesting times"??)
My hormones managed to slap me in the face with one of my own biggest character defects this weekend. The fucked up thing about that, really, was that I had to find myself being an ass to the one I love for that truth to come home to me. Thank Goddess for a partner who loves me unconditionally, because I would have kicked my ass, if I'd talked to me that way.
2:10
Okay, an even slower day than I thought. A load of dishes, a few blogs read, and a bubblebath later, my poor GirlyBoi has come home from work early complaining of back pain. Poor her. I know if must be bad, because that woman will keep working after slicing her hand to a depth that should have had stitches, and then come home covered in blood and duct tape. Got her all iced up and anti-infamatoried and resting. My morning reading was pretty overwhelmed with the Feminist Blog Carnival at Team Rainbow. Check out the links for a well written, diverse commentary on feminism under the subtopic of Freedom.
4:25
Finally got my bulbs from betmo (Holla, gal!! Thank you) planted and trimmed. Cut some fresh asparagus spears from the garden for dinner, felt a lil nappalicious so joined my love for some zzzzz's
Wondering if anybody/everybody likes the SnapShots. They irritated the hell out of me the first few times I ran into them, popping up all over the place, but after awhile I started thinking, "Hmmm.... " I think I like them. I know I like them when I'm blogcruising, checking out new blogs that I don't know well enough to trust their links as something that would interest me. So they can be a distraction on my "bloggies' pages", but are great lil previews of link content. The jury is still out on this one. Lemme know what ya'll think.
I was inspired today by DivaJood to get proactive again about managing my health. Dealing with the pain and fatigue of my fibromyalgia this last nearly 2 months (my longest and most severe flare-up in well over a year, maybe two), has been pretty tough. My mostly unwillingness to mention my physical problems here in my blog seems to reflect the same attitude in my physical life. Thanks for the reminder, Diva!!!
I did a phone interview today for a lovely woman, Maria Somethingorother, from a So. Cal publication, who is writing an article on social networking sites, and was referred to me by Jerry Kaplan over at Winster.com. I talked a bit about MySpace, toward which the journalist's view was that it was geared for and dominated by the pre-teen to 30-ish crowd, (I did tell her that I maintain a small presense there, as do alot of peeps my age, and let her know that the Blog Against Theocracy educated me to the fact that there are more tinking people on mySpace than my prejudice previous to BAT gave it credit for) I put in a plug for 43Things and Clipmarks, which led to a brief discussion of Internet communications, free speech, censorship and ettiquette and led to my referring her to David Brin, who has some incredible insights, predictions and opinion on the direction the internet and privacy (or the illusion thereof) and information overload is going.
So... It's nearly 7:00 PM, and I've wended my way through a slow monday into a lovely desert evening. Beautiful.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Venusday #3 (4 if you count the first Saturday Love post, but I don't)

Wow!!! Who knew!!!
According to Betty Dodson,
May is International Masturbation Month!!!


Of course, I was born in May, you know. This explains a lot. Also my astrological sun sign (both tropically and sidereally, for astro purists) is, of course, Taurus. Taurus, I have read, governs the mouth and throat. Now forget that I love food, and smoke, and enjoy my oral fixations to the fullest and focus for a moment on the sexual aspects of this. You might not think it means alot, (but I do love to kiss...), but pair me up with a Scorpio, (my GirlyBloi) the sign that governs the genitalia, and you have a match made in heaven!!

But I digress... This week's topic is... (drumroll, please)........

Masturbation!!!!


Start with the above link. The poetry sux, but scroll on down to read the rest of the page. It's pretty cute. (And I dunno if Grandma Dodson is gay or not, I haven't read far enough and I'd hate to be accused (even by myself) of stereotyping, but I just have to say "GreeeOOOOoooooww"!!! Yummy lookin' lady!

Down girl.

Okay so enjoy the polite but informative article by which I discovered today's "Venusday Love" topic",Do It Yourself Projects: A Guide to Female Masturbation", By Jenny Stein and then let's get down to the nitty gritty.
Clitical.com "Helping you hit the right spot", has a very decent and detailed Female Masturbation Techniques section, as well as reader submitted masturbation technique tips.

A serious Masturbation Manual for Men with "pictures, illustrations and written instructions" (I know, I'm a pussy, but I'm just NOT venturing further than the link on this one. You guy readers will have to let me know how it works out for ya!)

Stop by JackinIndex at JackinWorld for a reasonably comprehensive FAQ/QnA forum. If you find the site lacking in any way, feel free to submit your own info and/or research.

A cute article on using masturbation as "practice for sex" includes this adorable quote:
"Because if your goal is to ejaculate quickly, you're doing yourself more harm than good. It's like practicing to be a baseball outfielder by seeing how many different ways you can drop the ball, or practicing your writing by seeing how many words you can misspell."

Having once been one, I'm sure alot of straight women wish that their men would masturbate more often with this in mind.

A Google of "Mutual Masturbation" returns this Wikipedia entry on "Non-penetrative sex, or "Outercourse" aka "Frottage". There is alot of "Safer Sex" info here for teenagers, adolescents and singles who like to play. Great stuff!

Well, I was looking for a few good links for:
female/female mutual masturbation
male/male mutual masturbation
female/male mutual masturbation, but I have to stop now and break one off...

Remember....

Make Love Not War!!!!

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Women, Women of Color, Full Frontal Feminism... The Uproar

Having Read The Fine Print......: Imperative of the Life

Wow. Heavy stuff. The insanity of the blogoshphere strikes again, but here is one powerfully eloquent voice for individuality and for all women. As she speaks her truth I'm reminded of so many of my own struggles with labels and definitions and the path to my own truth. This young woman is simply amazing. Read her. Agree, disagree, love her, hate her, she makes a statement and a strong one.
Which proves her a talented artist in my not so humble opinion.

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Friday, May 18, 2007

Freaky Friday Fun


My answer for everything.  (Works in place of "Because I said so" for children)


Today's song is That psychotic Disturbed favorite "Down with the Sickness"

Gooooood Morning Vietnam!

Oh. Wait. We're in Amurika. I forgot for a sec. So today is about bits and pieces of freaky and otherwise interesting (to me, at least) stuff, interspersed with my usual anti war bits and links. I'll start with a great new website See My Face, brought to my attention my beautiful Betmo at Life's Journey. See my face is an online visual representation of people who are against this war and want it over now!


"Support Our Troops: Bring Them Home Now. Be a part of an online antiwar protest by showing your face: be a part of www.seemyface.org"


Go. Upload your pic. Make a statement. We're gonna stop this war, and people using the internet in creative ways like this to help do it are gonna be making history. Be a part of this.

Oh, Shit!!! BTW, everybody, yesterday I updated my blogrolls. Originally my intent was to give a big shout out to everybloggy I added, but then I ditzed out and deleted them from my sticky as I went. So check out the rolls, I know I told alot of you I was adding you. I'm still working on getting them all organized. (Or, well, what passes for organized to me; anyway.) I've got more to add, and any comments/feedback from folks who use Google Reader would be appreciated. I'm finding myself a bit overloaded keeping up with everybloggy I want to read, and Dez suggests that it's a good way. Let me know what you think, if you use it!



Also, RickB at Ten Percent and Doug (at balls and Walnuts, above), have brought it to my attention that not everyone knows to what "Their turn 'in the barrel'" ([re: yesterday's Thursday 13]which was very poorly punctuated, now that I reconsider), refers .


So I will tell it here as best as my memory allows.

It's a paraphrased punchline from this joke that I believe I heard told my an armed forces member, so my retelling is in those terms, but I have no idea as to correct military-ese, so bear with me. (your version may differ) I use it as a metaphor.


A new recruit fresh out of boot camp was sent to a distant and lonely post. When he arrived, an "Old Timer" took him around the camp, filling him in on everything he needed to know. At the end of the tour, out past the latrines, the two soldiers approached a large wooden barrel, sitting in the shade. The new recruit was puzzled and the "OT" explained, "Well kid, there are no women anywhere on this post, so we worked out a special sort of relief. When you need to get your rocks off, come on out here and stick your dick in the knothole. It's usually better than beatin' it yourself, if ya know what I mean". The recruit wasn't really sure what he meant, so came back later to try the barrel out. He slept sated that night, and in the am reported for his duty roster. In the slot for 0800 to 1100 hours was neatly typed "Your Turn in the Barrel".


In this case it refers metaphorically to the many white males who bitch about affirmative action, et al.


Came across this bit: Via States-A-Mind


Fluoride, added to the water supply of many cities and counties and sold by WalMart in its nursery water, has a tendency to accumulate not only in developing teeth causing discoloration, and in bones making them brittle. The mineral is associated with cancer and it also accumulates in the pineal gland, an important hormone control center, where it wreaks considerable havoc. Paul Connett of Fluoride Action Network comments on Jennifer Luke's research which was part of her PhD thesis and had just been published in Caries Research under the title: Fluoride Deposition in the Aged Human Pineal Gland.

Fluoride is a poison, yet we add it to our water and toothpaste and even call it a supplement, although it has no nutritional value. Its medicinal value - the prevention of tooth decay - is the official explanation for adding the toxic mineral to the water supply. But that value is far outweighed by its toxic side effects - amply documented by Paul Connett in his Statement of Concern.

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What a load of crap!!! And we wonder why so many of us have chemical imbalances. Sheesh!@!




Here's our Little Pharoah One lb and 2 oz later.



Something fun for Bettie page fans, (or just for paper doll fans.  Too much fun!!! (And yes, I like to undress her as much as I like to dress her up!)


And in closing, I'm open to discussion of the merits of the electric fly swatter over the traditional style.  Personally I find that the number of flies killed per zap outweighs the stink of frying fly, (but just barely).  I also like being able to swat them in the air, and my African Grey Parrot kinda gets into it, bobbing her head and letting out loud "crack" noises.

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Thursday, May 17, 2007

Humpday "Get Over It" (and 13 Thursday #1)


Thirteen Things about Thorne's World


Well, I never got around to blogging yesterday. Instead, I spend a lovely day with a good sister/heart/friend with whom I haven't spent time in years. It was wonderful. The time slipped away as comfortably and enjoyably as ever. We got all worked up together over poetry and music and our personal emotional and spiritual growth and spent not a breath on politics. It was quite refreshing. We finished up the day designing and beginning a tattooed banner for her arm that reads: "I'll be inside the one who holds you and then I won't be", a quote from a book by Francesca Lia Block.

So today, I've decided to combine my "Humpday-Get Over It" theme with the "Thursday 13" list via Balls and Walnuts and One Woman Army.

So Here goes.
13 Things I wish folks would just fucking "Get Over"!!

1) Religionists/Theists:
Quit bashing secularists and trying to use the bible as historical precedent. It's a collection of stories! You are free to decide what relevance the stories hold for you, but quit trying to decide that it is relevant to governing the rest of us. Separation of church and state means just that; Separation. It in no way restricts your freedom to practice whatsoever religion you choose in whatever manner you choose. It gives the same freedoms to the rest of us. Get Over It!!!

2) Athiests/Secularists:
Quit already, with the militant dogma. Some of you are starting to sound as bad as the fundies. You are as free to believe in no gods, as I am to believe in many and christians, jews, muslims ect. are to believe in one of their own definition. Your attacks on the intelligence (or lack thereof) upon people who choose to believe in that which is beyond rational grasp is an ad hominem argument which serves noone. There is no TRUTH when it comes to matters of the heart/spirit. There is only personal knowledge and understanding. You are losing supporters when you attack moderate religionists who are working in their own ways to change the powers of the religious right. Get Over It!!!

3) Friends who get their feelings hurt when I forget their birthdays. I'm 46 years old. I have NEVER remembered your birthday. I probably never will. It has nothing to do with how much I love or like or admire or respect you. I remember the important things about you. You heart, your spirit, the twinkle in your eyes when you smile, your outrage, your compassion. I love you. Get Over It!!!

4) White males bitching about it being their turn "in the barrel". Get Over It!!!

5) Republicans and Democrats blaming each other for America's ills. How about doing away with partisan platforms?? Get Over It!!!

6) Men who are "Anti- Abortion". When you motherfuckers have the personal power to create and nurture a potential life within your bodies, you may have an opinion on this matter. Until then... Get Over It!!!


7) LG's who despite their own "differences" from straights continue to judge and create separation within the community based on gender stereotypes, specifically for transfolk , bisexuals, and queers who are "butch/femme". People are all different. You have no more right to pass judgment on anyone than "straights" have the right to pass judgment on you. Get Over It!!!


8) People who still think that politics, religion and sex are not topics for polite conversation. We need to make these topics part of our whole life picture. We need to educate our children, exchange ideas with our friends, learn to communicate openly and honestly in order to affect change. Get Over It!!!


9) Physicians who somehow feel that their degree entitles them to a deeper understanding of my body than I have after having lived in it for so long. Listen to your patients, doctors!!! You might learn something. If you choose to call me by my first name, I shall use yours. We are both people. I am not a "patient", a number or a crash test dummy. Get off your fucking high horse and start listening!! Get Over It!!!


10) Feminists who judge the standards by which one may identify as a feminist. I am not a sheep. I am not a lemming. I am a self empowered woman who has come to this point in her life through many personal experiences which you may or may not be able to identify with. I am the unique product of my interpretation of my own experience into my personal truth. I am a lesbian who adores men. I am a woman who believes in a woman's informed choice over her body on every level, from reproductive rights to skin trade to sexual fetishism. You may not define Feminism for me!!! Get Over It!!!


11) Men who think that all strong women are "ball busting dykes" or "man haters". You are idiots. I'm sorry that you find yourself threatened by a strong woman. I am widowed of a husband who for 10 years claimed there was no one he'd rather have back him up in a barfight. He was a real man and a feminist. The rest of you insecure haters can just... Get Over It!!!


12) "Flat - Earthers". People who for whatever reason, religious or otherwise, refuse to accept scientific fact of anything that contradicts their world view. Wake up people!! You've got a brain; use it!! Be free to change your opinion in the wake of new information. Take off your holy blinders!! Get Over It!!!


13) People reading this blog who may disagree with or be offended by any position stated above. Feel free to comment and open dialogue, otherwise... Get Over It!!!



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Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Tuesday Post for Peace (Graphic Images Below)

Tuesday, 15 May 2007
Well more foreign soldiers have now been killed in Iraq than were killed in the 9/11 attacks.
While there are obvious distinctions in the manner of death and status of the dead (civilian vs. military), the fact remains that each dead person leaves a gaping and torturous hole in the world of the people they leave behind.
Could you imagine politicians leveling the same rhetoric against the Iraq War that was leveled against 9/11?
Do you feel that those responsible for perpetrating the war have any sense of this responsibility they bear?


So I'm committed to One Million Blogs for Peace, and I'm just trying to get in the swing of doing the Tuesday Peace Posts. Before I start, I need to bitch a little!!!
THEY NEED TO POST THE TOPIC EARLY!!!!

It sux that I had to wait until today to find out what the topic is, and then jump through my ass to get it done.

Okay, now I'm starting the actual post.

more foreign soldiers have now been killed in Iraq than were killed in the 9/11 attacks.


One death is too many.

distinctions in the manner of death and status of the dead (civilian vs. military), the fact remains that each dead person leaves a gaping and torturous hole in the world of the people they leave behind.(emphasis mine)


Status?? Violent death is violent death. Death by propaganda (no matter who is doing the bullshitting), and death by religion, (no matter what religion), death by bombing, by guns, by the machines of war are all caused by some greedy bastard that wants things or people to conform to his desires.
There are no distinctions to be made between these deaths. They were each one needless.

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Could you imagine politicians leveling the same rhetoric against the Iraq War that was leveled against 9/11?

I can imagine a flying pig, although I've never seen one.

Do you feel that those responsible for perpetrating the war have any sense of this responsibility they bear?


Does any megalomaniac feel any responsibility for anything?? Do sociopaths have a conscience?

1) Anybody who wants the job (of president, dictator, king, queen, emperor, rebel leader, etc... ) shouldn't have it.
2) Power corrupts.
3) Absolute power corrupts absolutely.

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That's right. I am a feminist!

But can't I get the shirt in black, and without the girly-cut sleeves?
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There are times that I forget entirely just how difficult it is to be a feminist in this world.
How hard the world really does make it for us.

And really what it comes down to is a disdain, a hatred, a social and cultural punishment against the word and the idea of "feminism" itself.

I say it loud and I say it proud. I wear it on my sleeve, and on my heart. I talk about it, I embrace it, I hear it, I yell it, I feel it. Its in my blood. Its me.

But in society, it is not accepted. And what social movement has been okay in the past? I can't think of a one. Social movements are always punished and berated and society finds new ways to force it down. They get twisted and turned into something ugly that is no longer acceptable in society. The same is true of being a feminist. Every stereotype and nasty joke you've ever heard - apply here.

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Too Early Tuesday (or: Up Late Monday)

Had a busy day designing and tattooing.I love K!!! She is my most fun tipper client! She brought prize-me's! A Betty Page book with lots of her beautiful pin-up nudes and art, a fabric Bette wall hanging that will be a purrrrfectly sexy addition to the decor of the "Lesbian Love Nest" (aka our bedroom), stickers, (Fuck yeah, it hurts!", "Got Ink", "Tattooed Freak" and another one I can't remember) and best of alllllll: The modern version of paper dolls; a magnetis Bette Page with clothes and accesories to play with!! Wooo-Hoooo!! I love presents!
So, it's late, I drank a lil too much coffee and I'm feeling a bit playful. So here are some bits of foolishness:
    Your Quirk Factor: 67%

    You're so quirky, it's hard for you to tell the difference between quirky and normal.
    No doubt about it, there's little about you that's "normal" or "average."

    You Are 45% Misanthropic

    You're somewhat misanthropic, but you're not willing to write off the human race (yet!).
    There's a few people you like, and even them you like at a distance.

    You Are 32% Abnormal

    You are at medium risk for being a psychopath. It is somewhat likely that you have no soul.

    You are at medium risk for having a borderline personality. It is somewhat likely that you are a chaotic mess.

    You are at medium risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is somewhat likely that you are in love with your own reflection.

    You are at low risk for having a social phobia. It is unlikely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement.

    You are at low risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is unlikely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.

Okay, I admit it!!

I like it!!!

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Monday, May 14, 2007

Taking Steps: de profundis

Taking Steps: de profundis

It's my night to have my heart rise like gorge into my throat and stick there like crushed glass. Oh, Goddess...

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Venusday Love - Friends and Lovers

Up early on this incredibly beautiful Venusday. Sipping my way through my second cuppa (most excellent Kona blend beans brought as a “tip” from a tattoo client who loves me!) Yummmmay! The Girlybloi is out n about for a couple hours this morning, readying my Mother-in-Law’s swamp cooler for our devastatingly hot desert summer, and picking up a few goodies for our Welcome to the Circle of Mother’s mom’sday celebration in honor of all of us moms but especially our new mom, Fawn, tomorrow.

This morning, having been on a severe Fibromyalgia Flare-Up for nearly a month now, I’m feeling especially grateful for my loving partner, and once again in awe of our love. I’m going to start our with a very relevent song:

Crush
--Dave Matthews Band



And a few entries from my old journals after a lil backstory, (and then I’ll post some sexy links for everybody!)

Our Story

I met my GirlyBoi in 1985, in a “Videotech” (remember those?? Back when MTV made it’s debut, all of a sudden live bands in bars were passe. Instead, we danced to blaring stereo systems with huge screens and “VJ’s”). I was a cocktail waitress, my voluptous self burstingout of my uniform of white short-shorts and a girly “T” with the bar logo on it. I was a full time art student, saving money for a trip to Europe. I had a boyfriend at home. (My only live-in in 8 years of being a single mom). He was on his way out, but I hadn’t quite figured out how to send him packin’.
She was hot. She was a dancin’ fool and always stood (never sat) at the end of a row of booths, closest to the dance floor. She wore a typical '80's dyke “mullet”, that with her natural dark brown curls, framed her beautiful face perfectly. She had perfectly straight white teeth and blue eyes so deep you could swim in them, a tight body with narrow boyish hips, contrasted by a perfect heart shaped ass, sheathed in the style of the day; parachute pants. Slick and shiny and just tight enough. She topped the look off with a variety of boyish t-shirts and polos, with a vest. Every time I saw her my stomach was in my throat.
I used to trade sections with the other “tails”, so I could wait on her, and with my usual confidence, decided I had to have her and set about my seduction.

A month later, when I left for Europe, I still hadn’t managed to hook that lil fishy. She was sweet, a great tipper, we danced on my breaks; we flirted and she seemed to like me, but that was it. No moves, no kiss, no asking me out for breakfast after shift.

What was up with that??? How could she possibly resist my girlish charms? Hadn’t I seduced the best of them? Had nary a man from college instructor to doctor failed to fall under my spell once I chose to bewitch them?

Waaaiiiit a minute. Men. They were all men.

Oh, I’d played with girls, in group of mutual fun sexual experimentation, but those were bi girls, (like me??). Sexual pioneers and players, free love and love the one you’re with-ers.

The fact was, I’d never seduced a lesbian. I realized that my subtle “come hither” looks, intently hanging on her every word, complimentary flirting, and sensual hand on hand or hair brushed from her face gestures were not cutting it. The things that would have had anything with a penis panting and paying for the motel room, seemed to be lost on this lil butch. What was a grrrrlll to do??

Fact was, I was scared to death. What if I was reading everything wrong? What if she didn’t want me, wasn’t attracted to me?? I had nothing-no experience by which to gage my seduction efforts nor her response. What if, Goddess forbid, I made a stronger play and was rejected?!! Oh, horror of horrors!!! It wasn’t like I’d never had to be a sort of pro-active aggressor before. There was the occasional male who was just too shy to take that final step, and I had no problem by that point, doing what was necessary to get the ball rolling. But I was sure of all the signs, the signals with men. It seemed that with a woman I was in uncharted waters!!

So if I tell the truth, I went to Europe for 3 weeks, and It took me another month after my return to be sure enough and get the courage to take the next step. Egads, I still hadn’t managed to get the boyfriend to move out, but I’d all but broken up with him despite his whining, and was rarin’ to go. I wanted this grrrlll like I’d never wanted anyone in my life. The forbidden fruit was dangling right within reach, if I could only reach out and pluck it, it would be the sweetest taste of my existence. I just knew it.

Tammy and I were “buddies” by now, and when I took an early shift off, it was nothing new for me to hang out and party with her. We had a few drinks, went to the bathroom to do a line, and that was it. It was my moment, and I knew it. Just before she opened the bathroom door for me on the way back to the dance floor, I turned around and kissed her.

Seriously. Sensuously, Slowly.
I stopped. Smiled.
Without a word, turned to go out.

She grabbed my arm and asked “What the hell was that”? I smiled. “But...” she stammered, “You’ve got a boyfriend”!
I grabbed her hand and pulled her back toward the dance floor, replying, “What’s a kiss between friends”?

That was it. She was mine.

And although I didn’t know it at the time; mine forever. We loved and made love. Went in and out of our relationship and friendship mode for the next 4 years. She was my one girl love, and I was still chasing the heterosexual dream. She was there to pick me up and rub my back and make love to me, or not; at my whim, between “boys”. She was my heart and soul, but I didn’t know how to be a lesbian.

To make a long story longer, I lost her for almost 10 years. I broke up with her completely in order to marry my Jerry. My “soulmale”, knowing that with her as my safety net, I’d never give myself completely to my relationship with him. In 1998, he died. I thought I was done with men. He was “the one”, and I loved him deeply and completely. I had come to realize that I was a gay woman who just happened to love a man. In my vulnerability and confusion in the wake of his death all I could do for weeks was alternate between wishing he weren’t gone, and wanting my Tammy’s love and comfort. But she was long lost to me, and I didn’t know how to find her or even if I should try to look. I was afraid to find a woman for fear of breaking her heart the way I did my Tammy, and in the end, stayed with what I knew; the comfortable ease of heterosexual relationships, where I knew the responses; understood how to play the game.

Providence reunited Tammy in 1999, and we renewed our “friendship”, but talked of our love only in the past tense. Then came the day that always came sooner or later. The beginning of the end of another straight relationship. Another man I’d tried to love. A broken man, terribly damaged, who I tried to fix, and ended up broken, myself.

I began searching for a girl. Signed up on tickle and some other partner seeking sites, and discovered soon that I was a fool. I wanted none of them. It was Tammy I was seeking. She wasn’t there. She was MIA again in her wandering life, and I hadn’t heard from her in some time. I’ll let my old journals tell the story from there:

Oh. My. Gawdess.,"So, what's the deal??? I always say, be careful what you pray (ask) for, right?? Why?? Cuz you just might get it. And I've been so careful...I thought. I didn't do any actual magickal work. No spells, petitions....not even a lil candle. Of course I've been thinking of her. How could I not?? She was my one girl love.
Ever.
Always. But how fucked up is that? I knew, even after all these years she'd come if I called. So I didn't call. And I didn't call. And I didn't mean to dream of her. I've studiously avoided even fantasizing about her. Lately tho my thoughts just kept turning to her..and I'd be worried. Concerned. We have this connection, you see.....
Still, I couldn't trust my own motives, given my rising libido, my XX's position on sex...my feelings about it. Not wanting to just have an affair that's only sex, but not wanting anything that would impact or compromise my marriage in any way, and absolutely not being willing to break another heart. Because grrrlllzzz fall in love. And no matter, I knew it would only be a matter of time, if I became involved with a grrl, before she would be hurt. And my sweet Tammette?? The grrrl love of my life and lifetime friend?? Sure, I could have called her. I didn't. I was afraid my need would pour over her like water and she'd come running (again) to save me from drowning. And oh...how sweet. And how good. And then her precious heart would break yet again. So I didn't call.
But today she called me.
And my heart pounded like it would burst from my chest and sprout wings and fly.
And my tummy was sick with fluttering butterflies.
And the heat rising from between my thighs threatened to choke me.
And I swore to myself I wouldn't tell her.
But then she told me how lonely she was....
and I laughingly said we should hook up and fix each other for awhile....
and the love in her voice when she said ""what's wrong, babe""? Broke my heart and my vow and my resolve and in tears I told her all.
And now I can't stop thinking of her. She's supposed to call me tonight and I'm like a teenager waiting for a crush to call. My heart and body are on fire and I want her sooo bad!!!
I want to lie in bed with her like we used to and spend hours just kissing. I want to lie back and let her love and worship me like only she can. I want to cup her small breasts in my hands and....Oh, Goddess, she is so beautiful!!!
This is so messed up. I must have sent my need out to her. That's what sux sometimes about being a witch!! *wild cackle* You have to be so fucking careful!!!!
Damn!
And what if she does come out to visit?
Can we love again?
Can we fill the need in each other without breaking each other's hearts yet again?

So, anyway...about a year and a half ago I thought briefly about having a girl lover...even almost got something serious going, but although she is a dear friend, she was too insecure and needy and demanding. I felt like I was constantly walking on eggshells....
Besides....
the whole truth is, that no matter that I've ""played"" with a few women (mostly in fun group or 3some settings), back in my wild single days
Tammette
is
the
only
grrrllll
that has ever done
it
for me.
Ever. Period.
And I think that's probably because I loved her.
(Also because she's the sexiest lil soft butch I've ever seen!!! She's the perfect lil boi-grrrlll. Pretty face, soft and tough in just the right mixture. Never confused about who or what she is. Just fucking beautiful/sexy/hot!! And damn, can that girl dance! And kiss. And play bass. And kiss. and sing. And kiss.
did I mention kiss??!! *cackle*
And I'm sooo excited that she's coming! All sex aside, it's true. I always get this way about seeing her. Good Goddess....she's the longest, truest love of my life. 20 years!!! I haven't seen her for almost 2 years. We said we were gonna take this part slow, but it's so foolish! We were talking on AIM today and I just said ""so when are you coming??"" And she had some small financial concerns, so I just went online and got the ticket!!! So, that was that!!!


Tammette came into Berdoo at 8:30 and I picked her up at the station. When I pulled up I could hardly breathe for excitement. I literally thought my heart was gonna explode (It was almost freakin' scary...like a super intense panic attack!! *L*) She was so beautiful, and perfect and absolutely my Tammette. I hugged her and we held each other and kissed a lil hello...and nervous-talked and I could hardly keep my eyes on the road for wanting to drink her beauty until I was drunk on her. And I just heard her stir...and I've taken too long a break from the computer now, to be able to finish.....(It's about an hour of cuddles later than when I started this update! *g*)
The summary is this:
I'm still as absolutely in love with this woman as ever I was.
She still adores me as if we were together through all these years.
I can't stop looking a her....touching her....kissing (*cackle* ...Uh-did I mention that grrrlll can KISS?!!!) I almost can't believe that this is real.
My heart seems to have taken up permanent residence in my throat.
I love....
Oh, Goddess, I love.......",


That’s it, in a nutshell. I love.

If you’ve made it this far , you surely deserve a reward so here are your Venusday Love Links!!

My first 2 recommendations follow the theme of friends and lovers, that I’ve begun by telling “our” story.
The first is a rowdy fuckathon between couples, the second a secret affair between two wives with the added titlilation (sp?) of the threat of getting caught.

My third offering is a well written erotic retelling of “Beauty and the Beast”, that I found under a genre/fetish heading of “Furry”. I’ve heard a little of this furry fetish, but don’t really get the whole deal. I think this one requires a bit more research.

Yummy! She's home!! Ta, everyone!

Enjoy! And remember:

Make Love, Not War!!!

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Thursday, May 10, 2007

Humpday Post (or: Get Over It!)


Okay. So here it is Wednesday, and I still haven't gotten laid. Which explains why I never got around to posting the Venusday Love. Cuz face it, folks. If I don't get any... you don't get any. When Mama ain' happy... ain' nooooooo body happy.

All seriousness aside, it's been a busy week. I have, however had plenty of time to write this in my head, if not to sit down and actually put fingers to keyboard. I am fed up with folks taking things over the edge. "Political Correctness". "Poor Me" Waaaahhhhh. So what I wanna say is, Kathy Sierra, Women Bloggers...

Get Over It!!!!


Don't gimme any shit, either. Well, you can try, if you want to, but I'm pretty firm on this one. There's a whole lotta hoopla going on again about women bloggers needing to "feel safe" in order to be able to write, to say our truth, to put ourselves forward. The story made the mainstream media, not to mention the commentary everywhere which seems to have spiked through the roof ever since the alleged "death threats" made against high profile female blogger Kathy Sierra. The issue seems to be "hatespeech against women bloggers". It has escalated to the point that some folks want to define a Blogger's Code of Conduct. You can even get a badge!
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Or if you don't want to wear a badge, and abide by the "Code" (and you support freedom of speech)...
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A whole bunch of folks decided to be just as ugly about some of the alleged participants, before the incident was investigated, and Kathy herself pointed fingers in a public blog at people who weren't proven to have any involvement. Feminists (not this one) are up in arms screaming "misogyny" at the top of their voices.

Okay. Yes. Sexually degrading and threatening remarks/comments made to/about women suck. But, why do they suck?? Because women allow themselves to be frightened and intimidated by them, which is exactly what the bastard spewing his misogynistic poison wants!! When was the last time a male blogger got his boxers in a bunch because someone threatened to cut his dick off and skull-fuck him with it??? I'm not saying it doesn't happen, I've been guilty of it myself. I once told some christionist who attacked me (calling me a murderer suggesting that I accept jesus and beg forgiveness or burn in eternal hellfire), that I'd "bend him over that cross and make a believer out of him"!
But men don't let those kind of comments "frighten" or "scare" them, and would surely not be silenced by that sort of trash.
But really... When are we women going to stop crying that we're scared of these bullshit sexual threats?? We claim to be equal, or to want to be. We claim responsibility for our own sexuality. We want reproductive choice. But we remain fearful. So what?? F.E.A.R. (Fuck Everything And Run?? False Evidence Appearing Real??) "So what", I say!!

Be scared!
But don't let it rule you.

Don't get me wrong. I'm no dummy, nor ostrich. I know there's still a ridiculous amount of violence against women, sexual harassment, rape, molestation. It's not safe. We still live in a patriarchal society in which women are not respected. Men are violent, men abuse women, intimidate them, threaten, use their very maleness to subjugate and control women while the government and church (and a whole lotta women, too...) support this treatment of women. In fact, some of the perpetrators of violence against women are women.
And one by one women who believe themselves progressive, empowered, strong, feminist women... speak and write of fear. Say that they are intimidated. Afraid to write because of cyber-stalkers". Fuck fear!!!

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketWas Rosa Parks scared when she kept her seat on that bus in Dec. of 1955? Of course she was!! Not only was she a woman, she was a black woman!! Think she wasn't scared?? Sheesh. But she was also fed up.
Fed.
the fuck.
Up.
But her fear didn't stop her.

Think these Palestinian women weren't scared? But they "walked past tanks into the town of Beit Hanoun yesterday morning saying they wanted to help free a group of Palestinian gunmen holed up inside a mosque."

How about the Suffragettes who
carried out direct action such as chaining themselves to railings, setting fire to the contents of mailboxes, smashing windows and on occasions setting off bombs. One suffragette, Emily Davison, died after she stepped out in front of the King's horse at the Epsom Derby of 1913. Many of her fellow suffragettes were imprisoned and went on hunger strikes, during which they were restrained and forcibly fed.Force-feeding was done in three different ways.

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"A Suffragette was taken out of her cell, was taken to the hospital ward of the prison. She was held down and often food was just pushed into her mouth, but she could spit it out.

"So the next two measures were the ones that were most used. One was the nasal tube. The nasal tube was where liquid food was poured down a funnel and gradually food trickles down into the back of the throat. Sylvia Pankhurst was rather unusual in the sense that she went on hunger, thirst, and sleep strikes. She wouldn't eat, she wouldn't drink, and she wouldn't go to sleep. She just paced her cell continuously. Of course her health broke down.

"We know that it had a psychological impact on women. Some women's health suffered quite a major breakdown. Very often the food went down the wrong way and the lungs filled with food, and there was pleurisy and pneumonia. There is a serious health risk, apart from the psychological damage, that this kind of experience could have on women."


Hmmm... And women are scared to blog.

You know, alot of courageous women through history have faced and forged through their fear only to suffer and die for their causes, for their rights - for their truth. What a slap in the face of all of those truly brave women, to be afraid to write, fer crissakes.

So okay. Like I said. Be scared. Whatever... but do it. Don't let them silence you. Don't be the weak, frightened "girls" they want you to be. Don't be a fucking pussy.Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

Get Over It!!!

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Sunday, May 06, 2007

Here's the Skinny on the Fatties

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Front Runners + 2HuckabeeGiulianiMcCainRomneyTancredo
Evolution?NoYesYesYesNo
Pro-Choice?NoYesNo2, 4No1No
Fed ESCR?NoYesYesYes5, 6No
The Other GuysBrownbackGilmoreHunterR. PaulThompson
Evolution?NoYesYesYesYes
Pro-Choice?NoYes3No2No2?7
Fed ESCR?NoYes3, 5 NoNo4No7

Footnotes:

  1. Maybe "Yes," maybe "No" depends on what day asked and what audience needs to be bullshitted on that particular day.

  1. Based in part on past remarks/actions probably "No."

  1. Based in part on past remarks/actions probably "Yes."

  1. Incoherent or evading blather but probably "No."

  1. Incoherent or evading blather but probably "Yes."

  1. Courageously objects to wholesale manufacture of clone-slaves (And we assume opposes rebellious replicants, human/animal hybrids gone mad, cyborgs run amok, and/or reanimating the dead). But supports somatic nuclear transfer, meaning Mitt is unware SCNT is a method for cloning or he approves of it.

  1. Unclear

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Saturday, May 05, 2007

We Interrupt our Scheduled Broadcast

Sorry everybirdy!! It's been a busy day. "Venusday Love" will be a little late, but I had to pop in and post some serious love for everybody who helped get the message out about the censorship of DaddyRhon's Breast Cancer Survivor Portrait. A little air time , alot of blogging and spreading the word, and meetings with the other artists in the gallery worked together to affect positive change!!! Yay, you!!!!
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I am grateful that the controversy and outrage resulting from the censorship of my painting of a breast cancer survivor brought about positive change. At our meeting last night, the other artists at the Continental Gin Building decided by unanimous vote that our collective would not be in the practice of censoring art amongst our fellow members in the future. Good sense and peace prevailed.

It was a painful experience, but I am glad I spoke up. The irony is… after the story was blogged across the internet, picked up by several local papers, and then featured on our local television news, thousands have viewed my painting. The message of hope and courage behind the portrait of a breast cancer survivor went far beyond the outreach it would have had if it had not been removed from the group show.

Most of all, I am very humbled by all of the stories of struggle, survival and loss that have been shared by those whose lives have been touched by this disease.

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Friday, May 04, 2007

Freaky Friday (Same as it Ever Was)

I belong to a community (link in sidebar under "my places"), Butch-Femme, where the artist of this portrait, DaddyRhon, is a founder. I received an email yesterday alerting me to this:

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banned art

My portrait of a breast cancer survivor was banned and removed from the spring show at the artist collective where my wife and I rent a studio. I was told there was a vote amongst several artists and the painting was deemed “not family friendly”. Of the many other nudes in the show, only my work was censored.

As you can see, this is not erotica. This is a literal figure study of an older woman who has had a mastectomy. I was holding that woman’s hand the day she was told she had cancer.

Why was this piece considered morally offensive? Because the model is not traditionally beautiful? Because reality is too harsh? Or are there implied subtexts to this piece simply because I am an obvious dyke?

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This is a travesty. The thought that other so-called "Artists" voted to censor this moving and honest portrait just breaks my heart. Please stop by at DaddyRhon's and leave a comment. Show your support for DaddyRhon, if you find it in your heart to do so and if censorship of art pisses you off even half as much as it does me.

In late 2005 one of my pieces was also banned from a show here at our small Victor Valley Art Museum. I offered several pieces of mixed media sculpture, (one of which took 1st place in mixed media), but the most profound piece; the one I intended/created specifically to make a statement or at least pose a question in the viewer's mind regarding gender, was categorically rejected.

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In my case, it was kinda funny really. I have a history in this community. I attended Victor Valley Community College back in the '80's and studied Art under Gene Kleinsmith, instructor and Dept. Chair., who became my mentor. He was a big fish in a little pond, and had a reputation as a rebel (as an artist should)! I was President of the "Clay Club" for awhile, ASB Senator of Arts, and he and I became co-conspirators in defense of art, and against censorship of art and artists within the academic setting of our small desert college.

Occasionally back then, we bashed heads with the other art instructor, Molly Kohlschreiber, who was in some way that I can't quite recall, affiliated with the Victor Valley Art Museum. Happy little ladies painting landscapes and the occasional "southwestern" or imitative Native American styled works. After I left VVC, Gene and I remained close friends and in the early 90's I wasn't surprised to receive clippings of Daily Press articles with photos of church protesters who objected to a display of some incredible hard edge nude studies that was being shown in the campus Performing Arts Center. They were phenomenal paintings, both strong and provocative but definitely not pornographic by any stretch of the intelligent imagination!! Big, 4'x6' canvases of both men and women in all their natural, nude beauty. Anyway, this little trip down memory lane reminds me to write of this later... another story, it seems; my Gene.
So he was censored then, and in 2005 when I began these sculptural mixed media collages and began to ferment the concept for my "GirlyBoi", as I named her I decided to see what the locals were up to now.

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So I submitted my 3 pieces. We took them in on a day when there happened to be several members of the High Desert Artists' Association puttering around the lobby. My GirlyBoi (as opposed to the "GirlyBoi) and I barged in (the pieces are heavy) seeking somewhere to hang them. As I filled out paperwork I was aware of shocked looks, shaken heads and whispered voices, which I chose to ignore. There was a lovely 30-something gal there who was simply delighted at the bruhaha, and we had a bit of a chat. We laughed quietly, but I knew the piece was doomed. One of the older women very politely suggested that my sculpture might not be appropriate for the family venue, and that she doubted that the Director (or whatever title by which the crusty musty in charge was known), surely would disallow the piece. I mentioned that as a juried show, the jurors should decide, not an administrator. I was polite and friendly, but I think they feared a fight on their hands.


The very next day I received a phonecall, asking when it would be a good time for me to come pick up the piece. I was told that one of the judges wished to speak with me personally about it. She was charming. She asked me about the piece, expressed her sincere enjoyment of it, wished she could offer me a more "appropriate" venue in which to display it, and sadly informed me that the jurors had decided, primarily at the behest of "Mr. Crusty Musty", that since the local elementary schools, as well as a couple of church groups were scheduled to visit the show, they would have to reject it. She also told me she wished I'd join the Association, because they could use some "new blood" and told me that if somebody didn't do something, the next "Mr. Crusty Musty" would be the same as the current one.

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So, what the hell. I came home, posted the pictures of the piece under "Non- Tattoo Art" over at one of my gallery sites, Tattoo Artist's dot Org, and captioned the piece, tongue in cheek, thusly:

This is an interactive, three dimentional mixed media piece entitled GirlyBoi. It is sculptural with collage, and incorporates sensory participation with sound and tactile adventures. My art makes a statement. Like me, hate me...that's okay. Indifference is the true enemy of the Artist.


Poo-Too-Weet?? So it goes. When I was younger, healthier, and not busy taking care of my ol' grammy lady, I prolly would have pitched a bitch and raised some awareness (hell); no matter how nice she was. I fumed a bit. And you can see from the pics I took before removing the sculpture that I wasn't happy. And on the way home I thought about calling the Press...

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But in the end, I just didn't have it in me. It's been 20 years since Gene and I fought the good fight. Now he's dead, and I'm... tired?! I suppose. And busy... and... and... and.

And I still detest censorship in any form, and I especially resent censorship of art, but I can write and bitch and hand the battle on to those younger and more able than I. So, go get um!!!

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A must see!!!

What a cutie! (I love the faux leopard skin)
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The Coolest 8 Year Old In The World Talks About O'Reilly

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Wednesday, May 02, 2007

The saddest?? I wish I had that much charity...

in my heart for these folks. But I fall short of my ideals yet again. Disgust, is too mild a word. I suppose I can feel sorry for the children that have been indoctrinated into this religion of hate, but I still feel sick. I think this is my answer to the age old question <Why are leftists so fucking afraid of God?
I finally forced myself to do something I've been avoiding.
That long-avoided task was to watch the recent BBC documentary, the Most Hated Family in America. I've posted the first part of that film, the rest can be found at YouTube, and I urge you to go and watch it all.
The Phelps are not only the most hated family in America, they are also the saddest. I've always suspected this, but watching this film brought it all home.
Their children are isolated and constantly indoctrinated. They appear to be loving to each other, but have no real friends outside of their family and church (about 70 folks, almost all family members.) They think they're living in the end time, and the young women of the family probably won't marry. A 21-year-old had to ask her mother for permission to have coffee with the filmmaker and his crew, and Mom said no.
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Tuesday, May 01, 2007

New Post up at An Artist's Journey (Thorne's Ink)

Got that post done, yay me. Couple of pics and more about me as an artist than you prolly wanna know.

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Too Tired Tuesday (or: The Penalty for Manic Monday)

I don't have the energy to be charming or witty or fun, today. Due to my overexertions yesterday, it's a nakedblogging in bed day for Thorne. (Fibromyalgia sux) A couple quickies and then I need to get my "About Me" done for my website, Phoenix Rising Tattoo Arts and Inkblog, An Artist's Journey (It's been waaaay too long since I've updated over there).

Super Important is that everyone pick up the phone today to let Pelosi know that we want Bush/Cheney IMPEACHED now!!! The phone number is 202-225-0100. Read more and get link at Divajood's place.

Not near the urgency above, but important to lil ol me here in my personal microverse is my frustrated (and whining) plea for HELP in getting my rss feed set up/fixed!!!
Thornesworld is old blogger template hosted at my website. I could never get the atom feed to work, so I went to feedburner and added one (I think... I'm not sure it ever made it) The problem is, every time I submit my feed anywhere, or when I have feedburner check it, I get an error message. The message says either that I have multiple feeds, or that no feed can be found. Typing my feed addy from my settings doesn't seem to work, either. I used feedburner for my inkblog and it worked fine, but that is new blogger beta and hosted at blogspot.
Now I have a couple of folks wanting to read by feed who can't find my feed.
I'm not being a totally useless net dork; I've tried repeatedly to fix this myself, have asked at the blogger forums (no help), have asked at feedburner and a couple other places, all to no avail.
I'm at my wits end with this, and frustrated because I know how much I prefer to be able to receive feeds from my regularly read blogs, and how much greater a hassle it is to have to bookmark and go visit without knowing if new content has been posted. Anyone who can or is willing to help me, please keep in mind that I'm super new at and dumb about much of this. (Please be gentle, I'm also an oversensitive crybaby today due to off the chart pain levels.)

*note: BG just sent me this feed url. (Thanks for trying hon.) I tried to post it at my Yahoo 360 feeds and got the following message: Error: We were unable to fetch the feeds you requested. Please check the URLs and try again. (this is making me crazy)

Note on Manic Monday post: Sorry for being unclear. I was worn out by the time I got to it and tried for a brief bit of poetry to sum the day up. The pic is not me, but of one of my clients/my work. The pic is of a section of an ongoing project which will become a "Cottage/Spring Garden" themed full sleeve tattoo. When we get done with this one, we'll be starting on her other sleeve which will be Autumn in theme.

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Here is another preview peek of my ink that has not yet been uploaded to the website. This is "Spirit Horse"

Because I'm a glutton for punishment and on devastatingly slow dialup I found this lil tidbit over at Feministing on a new drug which seems to be a chemical female solution to obesity and low libido both, while hopefully allowing you poor straight chicks to keep up with your men on Viagra or Cialis. Good luck, gals!

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Manic Monday


Awww
Long day
house clean
tiny clothes in
blue, yellow, green
flutter all a row
from clips in
desert sun.
Good friends
happy baby
nursing mama
colors
needles
blood
flesh
art.