I want a baby.  Well, babies actually.  But I don't want to do it alone.  I need a lover who wants to parent children with me.  And I sort of want to get this thing started because I'd like some time alone with this imaginary lover before we start getting babies.  It's funny because even though I'm wanna be a queer mama, I feel sort of old- ( Read more... )

I'm at school.  It's early.  I have to finish writing a paper this morning that's due in class tonight.  The paper is a review of the book Retarded Isn't Stupid, Mom!  Good read ( Read more... )

Today I am 27 years old. I'm flying from Albuquerque to Boise (by way of Salt Lake) and will be home in time to have a birthday dinner with my family. I'm staying in Boise for nearly 2 weeks. Although I'm taking some work with me, I expect it to be a very fun and relaxing trip. I still need to pick out some books to take a long. There are two ( Read more... )

I thought that it might help if I had a pretty pen, but I am at school right now. There are no pretty pens here. Belief in my own temporary invincibility has not come through to save me this time. So instead of being invincible, I am being impossible ( Read more... )

sometimes i could see how cutting an ear off might be the most productive and satisfying thing to do ( Read more... )

i think it was looking at all the ballot measures that did me in, though. such a reflection of the larger picture. and that many people want to deny MY very own personal rights?! fuck this! fuck it for all the friends in Oregon and Utah who worked so hard fighting against those damn amendments ( Read more... )

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i haven't felt this sort of bad in a while. a long while.

i have 2 puppies now. chuska and blue. blue is tiny and cuddly and soooo soft.

it is difficult to form meaningful relationships. it is difficult for me.

maybe i don't know how to do things right and easy. maybe i have to make them wrong and hard to get through ( Read more... )

Tonight I finally clipped Chuska's claws, cut out the newest pine gum, brushed her coat, and gave her a bath. I'm impressed that we both lived through it. I hope she forgives me. She really fought - like I was hurting her (even though I know I wasn't). I felt like such a horrible person. So now Chuska is newly clean and newly traumatized. Yay ( Read more... )

This is my sweet dog Chuska - that's her name because she was found in the Chuska Mountains. Poor thing is a little bit maladjusted socially, but we're working on things. . .

( Looky here! )