Just to lay with you there's nothing that I wouldn't do, save lay my rifle down

[raybear]

I went from being 4 hours behind to one hour ahead of schedule. No miracle of time travel. I simply decided certain tasks could be done either tomorrow, the day after, or even by someone else. Also, I have a few bus rides ahead of me today and tomorrow, so I'm printing out pages that need revising and doing it the old fashioned way with a red pen.

Today I am thinking about sexual desire and celibacy and no, not like that, although I am prone to having those discussions with myself on a semi-regular basis, thoughts on intentional periods of being celibate the same way one would have a dietary fast, but this is not one of those times -- this is more about on and off switches, about energy and limits and changing boundaries. I am thinking about William S. Burroughs. I am thinking about being Southern. I am thinking about roasted chicken with fresh rosemary and potatoes and carrots. I am thinking about how straight women have sex. I am thinking about flash fiction. I am thinking about Fernando Pessoa. I am thinking about 'being a bad transperson'. I am thinking about refined sugar. I am thinking about not wanting to drive. I am thinking about what a difference three months make.

And I am thinking that I wish Jermaine Stewart's "We Don't Have To Take Our Clothes Off" wasn't stuck in my head, even though it's my own fault for playing the record last night .

Comments

[hissyfit.livejournal.com]

it's interesting that you bring up "being a bad transperson". it seems like there are a lot of transguys that i know who have kind of stepped back from being really vocal about trans issues and are working on other things that matter to them--music, health issues, writing to prisoners, whatever--and have gotten that "bad transperson" label. let's be multifaceted, folks.

[mintwaster.livejournal.com]

Did you see the pictures of Whitney Houston's bathroom?!

[raybear.livejournal.com]

Tina Brown, Bobby's sister, tells the Enquirer she was Whitney's "drug buddy" for months, but their Thelma & Louise-on-crack adventures started to wear thin once Whitney started spending "days locked in her bathroom amidst piles of garbage, using sex toys to satisfy herself and ignoring personal hygiene."

Whitney and sex toys. Both upsetting and fascinating.

[mintwaster.livejournal.com]

They don't show that on Being Bobby Brown.

PS. I just got DAYP a cup of coffee. I think someone is abusing her powers.