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starfrosting) wrote2006-08-05 01:20 am
starfrosting) wrote2006-08-05 01:20 am
can I register? now...
1. Oh, -- how...nostalgic in that not-really way you make me. Particularly those parts of you where I got jumped on for being too much of a fag (in that liking-butches way, even) to talk about SM with butch/femme people. Oy gevalt. (Though ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
worldwalkerdc and epiceneone were quick on the firm, polite, and bad-ass draw to have my back, of course.)
I know this seems silly and overly internet-y to even warrant posting about, but it is sort of interesting to trace a personal genealogy from a hundred postings scattered over 3 years, see myself hashing out sexuality and gender within the terms of butch/femme sexualities and genders, sift sift shifting...
Which reminds me, this Femme 2006 conference thatkristy_chan is presenting at seems pretty cool. They cast a circle at the beginning! (I'm not being snarky, I really like that.) Is it just about femme women, though?
2. All the food I ate today had red meat in it, except for fasoulakia, beer, and a cookie. My dad made keftedes with ouzo sauce and they are really fucking good.
3. My dad's got a couple buddies down here and it's really funny, because while they're , they're such teenagers. One is a total pothead and when I was fixing my lunch today there was a glass piece on the kitchen counter. This is the guy who drank a bunch of Maker's Mark when they were out and booted (or, as my dad put it, 'blew chunks--booting is too gentle') in my dad's car. The other one is a retired merchant marine who talked to me about how GPS and other so-called innovations took all the romance out of his navigating work. The other is one of my dad's closer friends who I've known since I was little who urged me to pick at some leftover chicken while he drank lemonade out of a big glass bottle. I just thought you all should know.
4. And speaking of my dad, he looked down today! I had just cut (read: hacked at) my hair, and while I was talking to my dad he sort of leaned down to touch my collar. "What're you doing?" I said. "I'm looking...What is that?" he asks.
Now of course I'm paranoid cos I think he's looking at some scratch, abrasion, bruise, or otherwise fucked-up-looking mark on my body. I recoil subtly, but then he says, "Is that hair on your chest?"
"No, not yet," I said. "I mean, it's hair from me cutting my hair."
"Not yet," he repeated. Then, in that jocular/jabby/dealing with it kinda way, he goes, "Well, I can't blame you--who wouldn't want to be a man?" Looks sidewise at me trying to get a reaction. "It's a man's world!"
Talk about biting yr tongue. I think sometimes it's best not to react to these sort of goading jokes, yes?
worldwalkerdc and epiceneone were quick on the firm, polite, and bad-ass draw to have my back, of course.) I know this seems silly and overly internet-y to even warrant posting about, but it is sort of interesting to trace a personal genealogy from a hundred postings scattered over 3 years, see myself hashing out sexuality and gender within the terms of butch/femme sexualities and genders, sift sift shifting...
Which reminds me, this Femme 2006 conference that
kristy_chan is presenting at seems pretty cool. They cast a circle at the beginning! (I'm not being snarky, I really like that.) Is it just about femme women, though?2. All the food I ate today had red meat in it, except for fasoulakia, beer, and a cookie. My dad made keftedes with ouzo sauce and they are really fucking good.
3. My dad's got a couple buddies down here and it's really funny, because while they're , they're such teenagers. One is a total pothead and when I was fixing my lunch today there was a glass piece on the kitchen counter. This is the guy who drank a bunch of Maker's Mark when they were out and booted (or, as my dad put it, 'blew chunks--booting is too gentle') in my dad's car. The other one is a retired merchant marine who talked to me about how GPS and other so-called innovations took all the romance out of his navigating work. The other is one of my dad's closer friends who I've known since I was little who urged me to pick at some leftover chicken while he drank lemonade out of a big glass bottle. I just thought you all should know.
4. And speaking of my dad, he looked down today! I had just cut (read: hacked at) my hair, and while I was talking to my dad he sort of leaned down to touch my collar. "What're you doing?" I said. "I'm looking...What is that?" he asks.
Now of course I'm paranoid cos I think he's looking at some scratch, abrasion, bruise, or otherwise fucked-up-looking mark on my body. I recoil subtly, but then he says, "Is that hair on your chest?"
"No, not yet," I said. "I mean, it's hair from me cutting my hair."
"Not yet," he repeated. Then, in that jocular/jabby/dealing with it kinda way, he goes, "Well, I can't blame you--who wouldn't want to be a man?" Looks sidewise at me trying to get a reaction. "It's a man's world!"
Talk about biting yr tongue. I think sometimes it's best not to react to these sort of goading jokes, yes?