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starfrostingWhosa happy boi??
Oh, cmon, of course it's me. Christ guys, couldn't you just play along ;)?
Sunlight! Copious fucken amounts of it! And mud! (ee cummings running thru my head) And my pale blue sweater vest, and delightful emails from various (heh) delightful people, and my bike not rusted to pieces!
((a note to the Jews who read my journal: is there a prayer you can say to give thanks when yer just really fucken happy? is that the Shechiyanu? it's strange cos I'm becoming more and more interested in being a bit more of a practicing goddess-worshipping Jew, and realizing more and more how little I actually know about Judaism. ps I'm also Reconstructionist so...)
Turner was a delight. He was really personable and thoughtful and sweet and his performance Debutante Balls was, for lack of a better superlative, amazing. It went down soo well. And afterwards, he put on his hot sailor uniform as a present for me and joined us at twat chat. Note: I absolutely did not drive him up to Albany last night at midnight, because that would be against school rules. Ergo he and I did not have easy and intense conversation about the trans and parents and chests and growing up. I certainly did not get to drive on the beautiful road of upstate NY with all those eerie sloping hills and dark bowl of sky. (But it is so fucken beautiful up here, isn't it? ;)) I certainly did not get back to campus at 3:15 and not fall asleep til 5 because I can't sleep without fucking and/or reading and since the first was sadly not an option last night I kept myself awake reading Without A Net.
Actually, I shouldn't say it wasn't an option. I know that C. is just as much a night owl as I. But I digress...
Anyway I am really absurdly happy right now, considering all the work that is smacking me backhanded across the face in really unpleasant ways. I want to get a huge glass of water and sit outside and read, and then nap because I only got 4 hours, and then move on to la bibliothèque to write some silly lil French essay.
I don't want to say I feel invincible cos that would make me sound manic, but I do feel a lot better than I have recently.
Oh, cmon, of course it's me. Christ guys, couldn't you just play along ;)?
Sunlight! Copious fucken amounts of it! And mud! (ee cummings running thru my head) And my pale blue sweater vest, and delightful emails from various (heh) delightful people, and my bike not rusted to pieces!
((a note to the Jews who read my journal: is there a prayer you can say to give thanks when yer just really fucken happy? is that the Shechiyanu? it's strange cos I'm becoming more and more interested in being a bit more of a practicing goddess-worshipping Jew, and realizing more and more how little I actually know about Judaism. ps I'm also Reconstructionist so...)
Turner was a delight. He was really personable and thoughtful and sweet and his performance Debutante Balls was, for lack of a better superlative, amazing. It went down soo well. And afterwards, he put on his hot sailor uniform as a present for me and joined us at twat chat. Note: I absolutely did not drive him up to Albany last night at midnight, because that would be against school rules. Ergo he and I did not have easy and intense conversation about the trans and parents and chests and growing up. I certainly did not get to drive on the beautiful road of upstate NY with all those eerie sloping hills and dark bowl of sky. (But it is so fucken beautiful up here, isn't it? ;)) I certainly did not get back to campus at 3:15 and not fall asleep til 5 because I can't sleep without fucking and/or reading and since the first was sadly not an option last night I kept myself awake reading Without A Net.
Actually, I shouldn't say it wasn't an option. I know that C. is just as much a night owl as I. But I digress...
Anyway I am really absurdly happy right now, considering all the work that is smacking me backhanded across the face in really unpleasant ways. I want to get a huge glass of water and sit outside and read, and then nap because I only got 4 hours, and then move on to la bibliothèque to write some silly lil French essay.
I don't want to say I feel invincible cos that would make me sound manic, but I do feel a lot better than I have recently.
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not sure if youve read this before
Date: 2005-03-31 01:18 am (UTC)From Jews in the US: THe Rising COst of Whiteness by Melanie Kaye/Kantrowitz
page 133
And what is this new Jewish tradition we are creating and which, in turn, creates us? I once heard Judith Plaskow respond to someone's discomfort with new prayers reformed to eliminate male god language -- "Those aren't the prayers I grew up with," the woman said, "I don't feel comfortable with them." And Plaskow responded, "We're not the generation that gets to feel comfortable. We're the generation that gets to create a tradition so the next generation grows up in it, an for them it will the be authentic tradition, an they will feel comfortable." No, we are not the generation that gets to feel comfortable. But we are the generation that sometimes gets to feel whole.
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I saw you at the Turner event and said your name a few times. But you were too far away :(
Kudos to you for having extra time with the hot Scott :)
oh its siu in case you couldnt tell. :P
Siu!
Date: 2005-03-31 02:21 am (UTC)That is an amazing excerpt, thank you. Judith Plaskow and Melanie Kaye/Kantrowitz sometimes have rad things to say. Thanks for thinking of me.
xo,O