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Tomorrow, from I believe 10 am until 1 pm, Boston Common: permit achieved for near the visitor's center which is I believe by the Park Street T. While our festivities are in response to certain gentlefolk who have contributed to the decline of civil discourse, we intend to be genteel in our gathering.
Should you desire to attend for tea, kindly do endeavour to bring an appropriate contribution: cookies, wee sandwiches, other appropriate foods; tea, of course; drinking vessels and similar supplies. Do dress in a manner appropriate to polite society, and, "if not to the nines, at least to the four and a halves". Polite signs in favor of decorum, cucumber sandwiches for ready money, and excellent tea are encouraged; the official website has some suggestions.
KJ and I will be in attendance, barring disaster of the transit variety or rain. I will, of course, be wearing my morning coat and hat. Unfortunately, it will not be warm enough for KJ to dress for the occasion in her summer sundress, so the babe will be garbed in a prosaic and undistinguished fashion, alas.
Hope to see some of you there!
Ta!
This is a political post. Keep in mind that I don't like feeling political, I find feeling political to be a visceral response to a wrongness in the universe, feeling political is "Every Hetheru has an inner Sekhmet", it's not a mode I find natural or comfortable, so this may be incoherent and ranty in bits.
Since I'm being incoherent and ranty on the subject of sexuality, who knows, it may be incoherent, ranty, and not entirely safe for work. Probably won't be, but I haven't written it yet, so I'm making warning noises about the possibility.
Also, the random music selection is amusing me in a dark bitter chocolate sort of way.
Okay, enough disclaimer.
( Women's sexuality, ownership thereof. )
Since I'm being incoherent and ranty on the subject of sexuality, who knows, it may be incoherent, ranty, and not entirely safe for work. Probably won't be, but I haven't written it yet, so I'm making warning noises about the possibility.
Also, the random music selection is amusing me in a dark bitter chocolate sort of way.
Okay, enough disclaimer.
( Women's sexuality, ownership thereof. )
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Section 57: 1383 words. Done.
13,298 the month.
Average: 738.bar7.
Feel sick and generally unhappy. Probably partially depression if not mostly. Muh. He, she, it is nauseized.
Yay for the Massachusetts SJC. Yay for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jennaria. Yay for griffen. Probably yay for other things too, but I can't remember. So wrung out.
Spent part of the evening working on stuff for the Everway game I'm trying to run in between having everyone who's supposed to be playing unavailable, busy, or uninspired. This is moderately useful.
13,298 the month.
Average: 738.bar7.
Feel sick and generally unhappy. Probably partially depression if not mostly. Muh. He, she, it is nauseized.
Yay for the Massachusetts SJC. Yay for
jennaria. Yay for griffen. Probably yay for other things too, but I can't remember. So wrung out.Spent part of the evening working on stuff for the Everway game I'm trying to run in between having everyone who's supposed to be playing unavailable, busy, or uninspired. This is moderately useful.
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I just wrote an impassioned sort of plea on the SDMB.
I wonder how he's doing these days.
I wonder if he knew how stricken I was by his question.
I'd known him for three and a half, four years at that point. We did lunches together, hung out, talked. He was a self-described "Nice Jewish boy with a nose ring."
He came out to me right after history class with Mr. Hines, late senior year, a class we both had seventh period -- it might have been one of our last days. Probably because it was less risky; he wouldn't have to see most of us ever again, if anything went wrong.
"Is that okay?"
Before he asked me that question, before he asked me that earnest, intense question, underlaid with obvious fear, it had never occurred to me that it wouldn't be. Never occurred to me that the question would be so intense, so personal, so terrifying, so necessary.
(Yes, I am that fucking oblivious. Please explain the customs of your planet to me.)
It never would have occurred to me that it wasn't okay -- but he still needed to ask me, he still needed me to give him the answer, because he didn't know that. He didn't know whether I was a sleeper homophobe, somewhere in the depths of my mind, one of the people who would turn away from him after four years of shared potato chips and commiseration.
Jerry, you wounded me to the heart and made me into an activist.
Wherever you are, I hope you're all right. And if you hoped to find someone to love in these past eight years, I hope he treats you as well as you deserve, and I hope that some tomorrow you will never have to ask anyone that awful question, that you never again have to suffer that sort of doubt for the sake of loving him.
I wonder how he's doing these days.
I wonder if he knew how stricken I was by his question.
I'd known him for three and a half, four years at that point. We did lunches together, hung out, talked. He was a self-described "Nice Jewish boy with a nose ring."
He came out to me right after history class with Mr. Hines, late senior year, a class we both had seventh period -- it might have been one of our last days. Probably because it was less risky; he wouldn't have to see most of us ever again, if anything went wrong.
"Is that okay?"
Before he asked me that question, before he asked me that earnest, intense question, underlaid with obvious fear, it had never occurred to me that it wouldn't be. Never occurred to me that the question would be so intense, so personal, so terrifying, so necessary.
(Yes, I am that fucking oblivious. Please explain the customs of your planet to me.)
It never would have occurred to me that it wasn't okay -- but he still needed to ask me, he still needed me to give him the answer, because he didn't know that. He didn't know whether I was a sleeper homophobe, somewhere in the depths of my mind, one of the people who would turn away from him after four years of shared potato chips and commiseration.
Jerry, you wounded me to the heart and made me into an activist.
Wherever you are, I hope you're all right. And if you hoped to find someone to love in these past eight years, I hope he treats you as well as you deserve, and I hope that some tomorrow you will never have to ask anyone that awful question, that you never again have to suffer that sort of doubt for the sake of loving him.
[ Couldn't post this last night, when it was written, for technical reasons. ]
I have nothing to say about the ballgame. (As opposed to not having anything to say. If that makes sense.) I have gotten no work done for days, so I don't have wordcount to post. Thus, I continue on with the activism thing, and ramble.
I'm doing pretty well on the appropriate music for these.
( Again, cut for length. )
I have nothing to say about the ballgame. (As opposed to not having anything to say. If that makes sense.) I have gotten no work done for days, so I don't have wordcount to post. Thus, I continue on with the activism thing, and ramble.
I'm doing pretty well on the appropriate music for these.
( Again, cut for length. )
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This is one of the pieces I'm intending to submit to kythryne's The Right to Marry: GLBT and Polyamorous People Speak Out About Marriage Equality project.
( Cut; I expect this to get long. )
kythryne's The Right to Marry: GLBT and Polyamorous People Speak Out About Marriage Equality project.( Cut; I expect this to get long. )
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The Breast Cancer Site is giving double points for support given in the month of October, 'cos it's, y'know, Awareness Month and all.
(The site funds a number of mammograms based on daily traffic flow-through as registered by someone-poosh-a-button.)
(The site funds a number of mammograms based on daily traffic flow-through as registered by someone-poosh-a-button.)
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MoveOn.org -- their spiel (from the linked page):
I think it's a neat idea, and worth supporting to see if it makes a difference. They'll be posting the candidate responses to their questionnaires next week, probably during the primary timeframe. (Fromwcg, most recently.)
Meant to post this one yesterday. "It's made of HONEY!" --(The Thirteenth Warrior) An Arabic mead recipe.
Baking the statue now. Opened the kitchen window to dissipate heat and smell; I suspect there are Wonders of Modern Technology involved here, and like many such, they smell funny. Lit kyphi in the living room to counteract.
My house smells gloriously of kyphi, now, I discover as I go upstairs to put more skin cream on my poor abused nose. (Still pink, though not as bad as it was.)
- In most presidential primary processes, pundits, pollsters and wealthy donors determine the outcome long before the actual primaries. By the time the rest of us cast our ballots, the nomination is typically a done deal. The MoveOn.org PAC Primary will allow hundreds of thousands of voters to speak out now, adding their weight to the campaigns of their choice.
I think it's a neat idea, and worth supporting to see if it makes a difference. They'll be posting the candidate responses to their questionnaires next week, probably during the primary timeframe. (From
wcg, most recently.)Meant to post this one yesterday. "It's made of HONEY!" --(The Thirteenth Warrior) An Arabic mead recipe.
Baking the statue now. Opened the kitchen window to dissipate heat and smell; I suspect there are Wonders of Modern Technology involved here, and like many such, they smell funny. Lit kyphi in the living room to counteract.
My house smells gloriously of kyphi, now, I discover as I go upstairs to put more skin cream on my poor abused nose. (Still pink, though not as bad as it was.)
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