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Better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick (but only marginally)
My passport was found! My Uncle Neil found it in a collage box in the East Den (ie, the apartment in Coquitlam — my house is the West Den, and mom’s house is the North/Main Den — we name the houses in a way that makes sense to the wolf-dog okay). How it ended up…
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Passports and Fear
My passport is missing. Actually, my passports are missing. I have two, both current: US and Canada. I only need one to travel (technically*) and I cannot find either of them. I keep them in a special silver case that protects them from electromagnetic rays and beaming up by aliens and other various nasties. Yes,…
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Upon the Leaving of the Boyfriend: it is sad times
(at the bus stop) Me: I don’t want you to go. It is sad times when you go. Him: You’ll be busy! Doing stuff. Won’t even notice I’m gone. Me: NO. I WILL DO NOTHING BUT WATCH FUTURAMA AND DRINK WHISKEY. Him: …instead of watching Futurama and drinking vodka? Me: Totally different. Whiskey is sad…
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Midnight Martini Making and Roast Fucking Up
My mom gave me a pork roast, on the premise that I could not fuck it up. I am determined to prove her wrong. Even if I have to set the kitchen on fire. I decide: it’s midnight, time to cook, time to do laundry, time to drink Martinis. I have never made a martini…
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Things Overheard at Cue-to-Cue/Tech Dress for Dog Sees God
(By overheard, I mean said by me.) “Play my vagina like the bongos.” “This cup came all over my tits.” “I just hit the riser and make the Africa face.” “Hand-jobs: also played like the bongos. I hope that image stays with you when you meet my boyfriend on Saturday.” “You brought cookies? I want…
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Swear Jars for the Modern Couple
I was chatting on Skype with my boyfriend (finally; been ages since we really talked) and spamming him with links to The Bloggess (aka Jenny Lawson), because her interactions with her husband remind me so much of my interactions with Mr. Katje. And her interactions/actions/etc in general hit me where I live. Also she’s awesome; you…
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Finding my place in a binary-gendered world
They keep telling me to find a writer brand, something that I can stay consistent with. And the only thing that I can think of as consistent with my writing is that I write from a feminist pagan perspective, and that will never not inform my writing. Ok, so, feminist pagan perspective. Putting it that…
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Blocking, barefoot earth-loving, and music to make you writhe
I spent the morning walking barefoot in my yard. It’s freezing, and my feet were numb within minutes. It was deliciously sensual, though. With my injury I’ve been cooped up inside the house for over a month. Standing outside, feeling the earth spin beneath my feet, the sun beating down on my face and arms,…