Eleven stories and 13,000 words into my thousand story odyssey and I haven’t yet run screaming into the night. Having 989 stories to go may seem overwhelming … because it is overwhelming. Which is why I’m counting little steps of progress as wins rather than focusing on the big (scary) picture. Continue reading
Most people are familiar with the warning “be careful what you ask for, you just might get it.” To me, it seems mostly applicable to situations where you find yourself with the opportunity to have a wish or three granted, but had to use careful wordage and phrasing due to the tendency of bottle-dwelling genies to be quite literal. Or maybe spending eternity crammed inside a bottle has just turned them into assholes. Continue reading
As a kid, I remember starting most summer days with the announcement, “I’m gonna go play!” as I walked out the front door. Going to play could have meant anything from creating a chalk-art masterpiece on the sidewalk in front of my house to stalking lizards on the train tracks behind the bowling alleys. I might have made a pit stop at home to grab a drink, but I was just as likely to hijack a neighbor’s hose for its thirst quenching properties.
One afternoon, I was relaxing in the shade of one of the big trees on my country estate and watching some of the village children play on the hillside below.
I find it very difficult to understand the level of anger and hatred some people have toward the gay community. I understand that there are folks who find the thought of two men or two women kissing icky or unpleasant (mostly two men, though … the public seems to have a strong fascination with most girl-on-girl activity). But I don’t see how that discomfort turns to rage and loathing. Some people find sushi distasteful, but they don’t hate sushi fans or want to beat them up or deny them rights because of the cuisine they enjoy. Continue reading
If I had my druthers, I’d write in long hand. My thoughts seem to flow better, I have something tangible to show for my work and I don’t edit myself while I’m writing as much as I do when I’m typing.
I’ve admitted previously that I’m not a very good lesbian. I don’t watch Orange Is The New Black, I’m not sure what comes after LGBT in our acronym and I don’t drive a Subaru Outback. Continue reading
As much as I’d like to pretend it didn’t happen and want to be able to write my standard snarky post, I can’t let the events in Orlando go without commentary.
The amount of hate directed at the gay community never ceases to amaze me. Unless I’m in a relationship with you, your sexuality has nothing to do with me and makes no difference in my life. And the same holds true regarding my orientation. Yet somehow loving, or being attracted to, a person of the same gender, is enough to send a complete stranger into a murderous rage. I’ve tried to put myself in the shoes of a person who is far more concerned with my sex life than I am, but I can’t do it. That some can have such hatred about something as inconsequential as whether or not people have matching genitalia, is beyond my scope of understanding.
Here we are, heading into the second week of June, and I haven’t even started my Gay Pride Extravaganza shopping yet. It seems the holiday season just sneaks up on me somehow. In the Spring my brain is all anticipatory and abuzz with party plans and gift lists and then BAM! I’m midway through June without a single thing done.
My posting frequency has suffered a bit over the past few months, but I’m happy to report that this time it isn’t because I’ve gone tumbling ass over elbows down into the depths of depression again. A while back I mentioned that I’d set up an account on Fiverr.com, and it turns out there’s actually a market for terrible animation … who knew?? So between animating my ass off and having sub par time management skills, blogging has ranked pretty high on my Things To Neglect list. Continue reading