For those about to debate ...

Yesterday there wasn't too much going on - I'd gotten my hair re-colored in the morning, and I did take some pictures.

However, please remind me that the next time I get it done, ask for something that doesn't look so "slutty". I said that I was trying to avoid looking "soccer mommy" and wound up getting my hair styled just like that. :-/

Afterwards, I did get the new ball for my earring - with no grief from Eldo, who told me that it happens from time to time. (Apparently, I'm not the only one that gets curious and fucks things up.) Then, I went to Pride, just to pick up the goodies the day before things got apeshit crazy. I ended up skipping the BBQ (sorry Jeska!) because my knee felt like it had been kicked really hard, and I couldn't do much walking around.

In the evening, I did go to dyke march, which was rather anti-climactic. (That totally sucked, because I just felt like, "That was it?") After that, I avoided the party in The Castro - again, the whole crowds thing, went to dinner and went home.


Today, I went to the parade - but left that after an hour, because there's only so much standing that anyone can do. Also, if you want to walk around to the booths, it helps to be able to withstand all the walking. I'd told our friend, Jenny, that the parade would probably take about 2 hours - and I was so, so wrong. The parade started at 10:30 a.m. - and finished at 3 p.m. Seriously. But, by that time, I'd left to get some "real food" (read: non-fried county fair eats) and go home.

It was still fun - and I think that I left right around the best time, since I'd done and seen what I wanted - and managed to leave right as the crowds got more insane. Oh, and that sunblock that I'd applied? The SPF30? Yeah ... didn't really work. I've got some red on me - right where I'd put the stuff on. Unfrackinbelievable.

Now, I'm going to kill the cat for being such an asshole. (Well, not really - but he is being an asshole all the same)

I was curious about how my piercing jewelry worked, and after I found out, by removing one of the earrings - I got the ring back in, but I couldn't get the ball back in place! :-(

So, now I have the ring ends pressed as close as possible so it doesn't come out while I sleep - and I'll be going to Body Manipulations to see Eldo or Christopher, feeling like an ass for being unable to put the ball back into the captive ball ring.

What makes it even better is that I lost the ball - it most likely went down the drain in the bathroom. Yeah, I'm S-M-R-T smart.

This makes my Caturday insanely busy: Get my hair colored, get over to Body Manipulations, go to a BBQ at my friend Jeska's place, then do whatever else afterwards. (Although, I probably could just go to the piercer after the BBQ ... I'll see what happens!)

I know, I'm on a bit of a roll here, aren't I?

Well, I do have some good news. The dental anxiety I was experiencing last week? It's finally passed. Probably because I'm a few days away from getting the permanent crowns done - and I've kind of given up on obsessing over my teeth.

Tonight, I'm getting my hair re-trimmed. As much as I like my new stylist (a fellow midwest ex-pat), he gave me a bit of a lopsided cut. So, I'm going to get that taken care of.

Caturday Saturday morning, I get the color done. Then, I'm going to a BBQ at a friend's place in the afternoon, and Dyke March in the evening. Some hot chicks on their Harley-Davidsons? Totally worth the insane crowds. Okay, so it's that, and the cute gay boys that bring their dogs.


So, that's about all for now. If I'm feeling prolific tonight, I'll probably post again.

Until then - have a good evening, my lovelies. :-D

You know, I tried the whole religion thing for several months. I did enjoy it - especially since I was in a queer friendly church. But, unfortunately, my bad experience with religion kept rearing its ugly head, and any time I began to comtemplate the idea that contrary to what many would say, G*d loves me as I am, I'd just fucking lose it.

Don't get me wrong. I still believe that there is a G*d - male, female, Flying Spaghetti Monster - and that I am loved, no matter what. I have to constantly remind myself of that, since I grew up in a faith that tended towards being sexist and homophobic (and for a long time, racist).

Being made to feel like I was a bad person for being single well into my 20s, with well-intended friends trying to set me up with their single friends and/or relatives. Because of this, I felt like I was doing something wrong, since I saw women that were teenaged mothers getting married in their 20s - how come they could meet somene and get married? What about me?

Never feeling like I belonged - that I was just *there*, taking up space, filling a spot in a pew.

Just not getting the whole premise of the faith.

Having heard stories of friends being made to feel like horrible people for having mental illnesses - for the record, telling a depressive that they're "not strong enough spiritually" or "that they should pray harder", does *not* work and only makes matters much worse.

Trying so damned hard to be straight, to conform to what others expected of me, unable to find a confidante to discuss the frustration of being queer and not being able to tell anyone, for fear of being disowned by my family.


Yeah, definitely not a happy place there.

First, Happy Father's Day to all of the dads on my list! :-)


Now, onto everything else - I was supposed to get my hair colored today (it would've been a great distraction from the fact that this is a bittersweet day for me, and I'm sure some others on my list); but, my colorist had a kidney stone attack, and is spending today hopped up on painkillers. So, there went that.

Instead, Kellie and I went for brunch, and an afternoon of shopping. That provided a good bit of distraction - even if I was grumpy as hell in the morning. Later in the day, we'd gone to the Haight (full of tourists, since it is Tourist Season) - because Kellie got into the salon she gets her hair cut at for an "emergency color", since she's going out of town later this week.

So, I got to wander around and check out the shops. One of my favorite purchases was this bag:

( skulls on the bag - oh my! )

I wanted to get these shoes, but I was unable to try on the half-size down, to make sure that I'd have a proper fit. I'll check Macy's, to see if they have the half-size I would want. Still, they're really cute:

( starry starry shoes )

Now, we're home, and I'm doing laundry - can't go to work naked!

I didn't realize it until I was updating my voicemail - but I've got a bit of a lisp on some of the letters (S and T seem to be the big culprits).

It's not too obvious - but it's there. And I feel just a little self-conscious, I admit. :-/


That's all for now.

For some reason, I'm in the worst possible mood.

My trouble sleeping didn't help - and tonight's encounter with a large crowd - at the Indigo Girls concert :::coughcrunchylesbiangranolamusiccough::: (Okay, so I like a couple of the songs ... but 99% of it is my attempt at being a good wife. Yet, for all of my going to these damn shows - she isn't going to see Metallica or Fall Out Boy with me. Dammit.)

Also, there's tomorrow afternoon's trip into Dental Hell^TM aren't exactly helping matters. And on top of that, there's that fucking PMS.
:::coughpleasefuckingkillmenow:::

I did check for possible drug interactions with tomorrow's "find a happy place" cocktail - Ativan, Ibuprofen and the dentist-provided Lidocaine w/Epinephrine ... maybe even some Nitrous Oxide if I feel so inclined. No interactions there, thankfully.

Hmmmm, maybe I should take some Ativan so I can deal with the crowds tonight.

Now, I'm just going to do what I can to keep from being so fuckin' bitchy and whiny...

or something like that.

Everyone's been talking about "Paris Hilton this, Paris Hilton that..." but there's more to the news than the incredible sense of schadenfreude that came from watching that whiny, sniveling brat be carried off to the hoosegow. But, damn - if that wasn't one of the more interesting trainwrecks!

( Follow me to the news... )

Yet, many people don't get laid until the weekend. *boggles*

Okay, lame jokes aside - it's Wednesday. 6 days until I go to the dentist to get my mouth tortured my teeth worked on (yay crowns...). Oh joy.

Today, though, was pretty good. I survived work and all ... kind of a long day.

After work, I'd gone to Body Manipulations to get my piercings checked, to make sure that they're healing properly (they are) ... and got my (piercing) holes stretched, since my ears were previously pierced, but closed up. {Yeah, "getting my holes stretched" Sounds like something that would happen on the set of Anal Sluts #890 or something, doesn't it?}

Of course, Kellie was right about something ... I go to the shop, and leave with new holes in my head (typically the ears, thanks). This time, though, I was just getting existing holes re-opened! That doesn't count, does it? ;-)


Oh, note to milesfromhome - the trch2thrthwrms group is doing a CD exchange. I'd sent out my CDs, but I'd be more than happy to send you the CDs that I'd made, if you're interested!

Yep, I'm going back to work. The chestral funk is still there, just not as bad, thank goodness.

I'll see how I do tomorrow, my hope is that I'll stay at work the whole day. We'll see. :-D