Monthly Archives July 2012
July 31, 2012 Uncategorized
As previously noted, I’ve watched a lot of the Olympics lately because, well, because.
I had a conversation tonight about whether or not it was really fair, to judge a person on a single performance, one bright shining moment, to weigh that against all the rest.
On one hand, that really isn’t how it works. It’s not like anyone can apply to the Olympics and go there, and compete. They have all come through some series of competitions. They are junior champions and state champions and collegiate champions and national champions before they get to that one shining moment.
They have proven, though any number of previous competitions, that they are THAT good. No one really comes totally out of left field to this level of mastery of a sport.
Anyone who has ever watched figure skating or ...Read More
July 30, 2012 Uncategorized
I, like most of us, I think, have been watching the Olympics the last couple of days.
What’s not to like? Gorgeous young people, in top physical shape, coming together to do their physical best. What ISN’T cool about being the fastest man in the world?
Not only BEING it, but having a medal and a record to prove it. And it’s not one of those sort of fake World Series things. I mean, in the Olympics, it really is the world. In the World Series, however, the “World” is the United States and Canada.
While many fine things have been said about the Canadians, I don’t think the term “ethnic” springs to mind when speaking of Canada.
So, this really is the fastest person in the world, on land or water, jumping or running or swimming or paddling or cycling.
And there are all the fabulous s...Read More
July 29, 2012 Uncategorized
It’s funny how small a town Louisville really is. slave drew and I went to lunch with a friend, and ran into Russ, Jonathan and Ches, friends who went to the meeting on Saturday. The waiter was one of Russ’ roommates and a casual friend, and one of the other waiters often waits on us and said hello, too. It was just funny.
I got some rest last night, which meant skipping not one, but two invitations to gatherings. I was just too tired, not words I often say. My mother was always “too tired,” too tired to do anything she didn’t want to do, mostly, though she managed to have enough energy to do whatever she did want to do.
We had a quiet day, relatively. We both had big plans to do some weeding, for one, and get some paperwork done...Read More
July 28, 2012 Uncategorized
For the last four or five months, I’ve been working with a couple of guys in our community, Kenny and Josh, to put together a queer community center. About a month ago we added a fourth person to our ranks, Cerrin, who would be our bookkeeper/financial person.
For about a year, we had a location that was wonderful, open for parties, open for classes, open for whatever. It was not, however, handled in ways it should have been, and we were actually raided by the Fire Marshall, accompanied by, I swear, 11 squad cars, during a party. The building closed and we were never inside again. Some people lost some items, and the community as a whole lost a certain amount of trust.
Last night was our first public kick off...Read More
July 26, 2012 Uncategorized
This is a picture I posted yesterday on my Facebook profile:
It seems pretty innocuous to me. It’s from 1964, please note that there is no nudity, no sexual acts, it’s mostly funny, to me, for the juxtaposition. Guy in full leather, guy in bikini, standing side by side. It’s very dated, and it was, to me, just an amusing old photo.
It seems, however, to have been a catalyst to end a friendship of 30+ years.
If you’ve read my blog over the last week or so, you knew that a friend of mine, one of my old friends from my youthful dyke days, was in town for a visit. I saw a lot of her.
I don’t do a lot of compartmentalization. My life is my life, and I’m pretty open about it. I don’t really have a reason not to be...Read More
July 25, 2012 Uncategorized
I was following a car the other day in some stop and go traffic, meaning the bumper sticker on the back of their car was right in front of me while we waited at stoplights.
It was a magnetic cross – not the St. Andrew’s kind – on the back of the car, and written on it were two words, one going down and one going across. It said “Warriors Needed.”
Several things occurred to me as I sat behind the car. One was, it was really snazzy marketing. Simple, kind of majestic, identifying that it wasn’t just believers that were sought, but warriors. Who doesn’t want to be a warrior, particularly if there’s little chance of getting shot at or having to put life on line for home and country? A pretty good gig, sounds like.
The other thing that I was musing about was that this person was so su...Read More
July 24, 2012 Uncategorized
I finally caught up on my rest a bit last night, and that was lovely, though I have to say, bed sounds pretty good tonight, too. I doubt it will be a late night.
In any case, in addition to the old friend things I did, I also had a class on Saturday afternoon, and a co-topping demo in the Leather bar on Saturday night, late.
The class was a small one, but that’s fine, too. It was a class about toys and scenes, meaning I had to pack up a lot of the toys that I don’t normally travel with, because part of the point in the class is people getting to see the differences in how toys feel, and what good toys feel like, as well as less good. I don’t have a ton of cheap toys. I have a lot of toys, but many were gifts, and a great many of them were made specifically for me.
I took a cane cas...Read More
July 23, 2012 Uncategorized
I mentioned that an old friend of mine was in town over the weekend. It was a great visit. I hadn’t seen her, we figured, in 18 or 19 years, and haven’t had a lot of contact for the last 15 years or so. She’d had a lot of changes in her relationship, some personal challenges, and it might be two years between the occasional email, phone call or Christmas card, but there was never any real distance of issue.
We didn’t talk a lot, but we also weren’t Not Talking.
Lynn and another friend, Marie, were our best friends, Beth and mine, back in the old days, in the early 1980’s, when I was a radical Lesbian separatist. I know that might come as a surprise to some of you, but it is, indeed, true, and it’s nothing I’m reluctant to mention.
Clearly, I like alternative lifestyles, and I’m not...Read More
July 23, 2012 Uncategorized
I believe there’s a road to hell paved with those very intentions.
Remember how I thought there would be time?
I did go to the Sunday munch and had some really interesting conversations, some with aisha, that I want to write about.
I have a couple other topics rattling around.
However, to be truthful, it’s not going to happen tomorrow, either, I imagine. Tomorrow will be the last day my friend is in town, and we’ll do something tomorrow night, which will be fun, but then, I think, on Tuesday things will be back to normal, and I’ll be back and more wordy.
In the meantime, I’m going to add another couple Sara Teasdale poems, because, well, because I can.
If I should see your eyes again,
I know how far their look would go —
Back to a morning in the park
With sapphir...Read More
July 21, 2012 Uncategorized
One of those weekends, starting with a friend from my old dyke days who is visiting in town for the weekend, whom I hadn’t seen in close to 20 years.
Add one class this afternoon, a BDSM Basics class on toys, and a demo at a Leather bar late tonight with my friend Ms Tammy.
Stir in one MAsT (Masters And slaves Together) meeting tomorrow afternoon, followed by a Sunday munch.
Mix in dinner with the friend, my ex, and her girlfriend tonight, and brunch tomorrow.
I got in at 1:30am last night, and was up and out of the house by 8:15 am this morning. I had to pack for a toy class and then repack toys for a demo.
I had to have three outfits for the day – one that went out this morning to run errands, etc...Read More