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"No virgin me, for I have sinned, sold my soul, for the sex & gin..." (Chumbawamba)

"It seems so pointless" - my mother on aging female reproductive system-related surgeries. Honestly, I'm always surprised - will always be surprised - when women I know feel the need to clam up if I'm around when discussing dirty female health things; I've heard so much, and it's so hard to explain where I'm coming from, how many women I've lived with and how up front my mother is. It's just your body. Blood isn't icky, I'm not some weak-willed willow tree fainting at the sight of it.

Wonder Woman was apparently delayed, drat. BUT, BUT, BUT, I picked up Matt Fraction's Casanova and Warren Ellis's Nextwave. Love! Nextwave is my own private super-hero team.

I miss Michael, we haven't had much time this week. And I want to write about robots. And I'm reading Jeanette Winterson's Weight, her retelling of Atlas and Heracles. I miss Joy, Matt, Steph, Caroline, Samara, and Tara. I want to ride my bike and eat escargots and drink too much gin while sitting on a riverbank somewhere, the sun setting. I want to lug my typewriter to dingy coffeehouses and type-type-type until the incessant clacking sends everyone away and I can smoke imaginary cigarettes because I don't smoke and I can write-write-write this next draft to "Gazelle" and send it backwards through time to be published in Amazing Stories or some other pulp magazine. Maybe I should send it to Michael Chabon and David Eggers when I'm done and demand that he publish it in his next McSweeney's anthology with the Mike Mignola artwork because THEN I WOULD HAVE TRULY ARRIVED. Fuckers.

Comments (5)

Steph:

I miss you, too! Do you feel like hitting the Spiral Cafe tonight, to see my friend sing whilst strumming her guitar, and then, lattes?

ben:

Unfortunately, there's a big old work function tonight, going away party for one of the Comp Ops guys who's going back to school. I think I agreed to have a drinking contest with someone, but that was a few days ago.

BUT THIS WEEKEND IT MUST BE ON, in some form or other. Maybe brunch? Sunday? Or a picnic in the park.

Steph:

Blast! I'm heading to Mt. Washington right after work on Friday in hopes of completing a gruelling 12-hour hike on Saturday... and not returning to the garden city until Sunday night. Bah!

Bu-ut Monday or Tuesday, after work, it's soooo on, BEOTCH!

caroline:

Ben, I will talk about my dirty female things with whomever happens to have functioning ears. I've had auntie flow since the age of 11, so that's given me what--like 12 freakin' years to get used to not shying away from mentioning it. I just don't understand how a woman could wither at the thought of talking about that to a man--and if she does than i think she could use a good dose of deprogramming, Orwell style. I’ve never liked women who wither though. They’re on my top ten of List of Irritations.

we should get together soon. my love's coming back either late tonight or early tomorrow--how about we see what sort of havoc we can stir up some time next week? do you have my number? . .it's the 388 ____ one. I’m certain you & Michael would like him. two descriptions: smart, with autistic like thoughts, & shy-esque eager mannerisms. :D

also: none of you have seen my new place yet! Which is downtown! On Broad street! And fun to have vino at!

also: I keep hearing about this . . . .typewriter you have for me . . .

ok enough. need to throw on another load for washing and head to Fish for some hair products (da-dum). I have way too many clothes (and much too much hair that is way too thick—gawd. I must have more dire problems than all that . . . .somewhere). xoxox

tara:

I was just feeling how I missed you...and how I enjoyed your company at my picnic...too bad you couldn't come out dancing...that was fun, but it WAS a late night.

I like looking at photos. and I already look forward to the next our paths will cross.

hugs and love!
tara

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