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[mistress_gen]

I haven't had a whole lot to say here recently. Jotting down updates on my relationship and current day to day tasks seems a bit of a burden to put on any of you to read. Life can be cruel, but we make it that way. Having me on your friends list for example. We choose who we let into our lives by even acknowledging that they exist

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[asia_argento]

Did you actually perform transplant operations? I probably should know this but I don't.

That's the best kind of relationship, when the two of you are both comfortable with each other and nobody feels like there's any need to change. Even if there are arguments, it's like there's an unspoken assumption that no one's going anywhere and there's no pressure to be different, it's just about getting through to the next thing.

[mistress_gen]

Yes. I mostly do retina and cornea retrievals as the transplant coordinator for 6 counties in Florida. When I was promoted I got my own suitcase. Handy.

The man can't get rid of me. I dont even think they make that sort of restraining order.

[asia_argento]

That is so cool. How do you tell a good retina from a bad one? What do you transport them in?

[mistress_gen]

The donor retina is injected with DAPI solution (6-diaminidin-2-phenylindoldihydrochloride) which stains the healthy tissue blue and the dead tissue turns green (because healthy tissue doesn't absorb the dye fully, it resists staining). The prep is all performed in dim red light after a dark adaption of about a half an hour.

You enucleate and fix the transplant eyes for a half an hour in 4% formaldehyde in a phosphate buffer. Then you remove the anterior segment from the posterior eyecup and pop it in the same solution for about four hours. Then you wash them in phosphate buffer once, then three more times adding more and more sucrose each time. Then you gently rock it in a little machine thing and lift the retina off using a glass rod.

You can either store it in a gelatin which can be absorbed after transplantation or they can be frozen. Depends on when they'll need it.

I've never commented to you before. Hello.

[bankspaul]

It would be all too easy to compartmentalize your time spent as a transplant coordinator and separate it from what you do now. I find it almost natural that such an awareness of the human body, and such an interest in the act of donation (salvation?) from one person to another would lead to the exploration of pain as pleasure and vice versa.

There is no better way to live than the total satiation of desires and the exploration of need. So few people understand that such a goal can be attained in daily life if you look at it right. Every day lived fully not through grandiose means, but through meticulous exploration and exultation at what we've found.

Re: I've never commented to you before. Hello.

[mistress_gen]

Hello. Hell of a first go you've had here.

Thank you for understanding and restating what I fumbled at. I didn't expect anyone to see the correlation.

When you have your needs met I think it is easier to evaluate yourselves as people. We arent out searching for material things. We know its temporary and everything else is covered. Might as well make the time worthwhile. I guess not feeling futile, trapped, or mundane changes your perspective.

Re: I've never commented to you before. Hello.

[bankspaul]

I wouldn't say you fumbled, it made perfect sense to me. It's all about the give and take, be it something as concrete as tissue or something more ethereal, such as sensation. It's enriching a life via the body, the transfer of something from one to another.

Having a distinctive purpose makes every day so much easier. When you're floundering, it's common to lose sight of where you are or even who you are in favour of an overbearing dream. Nothing is more satisfying than having direction and acceptance.

[mistress_gen]

Thank you. You nailed it. I'm curious, how did you know I was a transplant coordinator, or did you just figure it out from the post?

The overbearing dream, that's a good way to put it. It's like being caught in a storm. Once you make it through all that fighting and get into the very center of it, where you belong, it's so calm that the view to the rest of the world seems cinematic, over dramatic. I think even acceptance is enough because it propells you in the right direction.

[miss_jessicka]

You and Raymond are like Jello-O and marshmallows. Without the spongy textures. Shh.

I've ordered two-hundred "Gen is not a flower" T-shirts. I hope to have them on the backs of anybody who's anybody by the end of the month. Lucky winner of our prize-draw gets to grovel at your feet for an hour. It's all very "scene".

Love you kitten.

[mistress_gen]

Animal marrow and air puffed sugar. Goes together like a horse and carriage.

I hope the proceeds from your endeavor fund your Crispin Glover sight seeing tour. I offer my feet for the cause, since I am, of course, so 'scene'.

Where are you besides the other end of Johnny Depps phone? Hm?

[miss_jessicka]

Neo-hippy extreme, General. You can be sure I'm keeping all legs and arms waving wildly outside the vehical, just to hold down the euphoria. Donation accepted, hacked off and selling on ebay. Modern technology is fuuun..

Exactly where you left me. Dita and I are making a bunt cake for our London arrival but I think it's only fair that you turn on your phone beforehand.

[mistress_gen]

You're coming to London? Or you're here? Are your permission slips signed?

You can't sell my feet on eBay. That's just bad protocol. Bad, bad.

[emily_mortimer]

I think you two have the perfect relationship.

[mistress_gen]

It would be wrong to say that it is because we are perfect people. I only mean that a little. Thank you Emily.

[emily_mortimer]

As long as you are perfection in the eyes of the other who really gives a fuck about what the rest of the world thinks. Or how it works - it just does.

We can't all have what you have, but we can dream.

[mistress_gen]

Hear hear.

Is there something we need to talk about?

[carlos_d]

How can I follow Paul's comment? He's a master at language. Organ transplants, exchanging tissue, swapping eyes... I'm reminded of Crispin Glover's obsession with diseased eyes.

When I think of you, the last thing I would think of you being is bored. Domestic existing seems very fulfilling and maybe one of these days I'll indulge in it. In the meantime, I'm collecting my own necessary friends.

[mistress_gen]

I didn't even know how to reply to his comment. I would like to take a tour of Crispins house. We could sit around and show each other our 'dead shit in jars' collection.

I heard a saying that 'only the boring are bored'. Indulge when it'll feel decadent. Till then do what you need to do baby boy. Puhlease let me send you this song. It's giving me hives that you dont have it yet. I think your friends collection is fantastic. I wrote this post about you. I guess I could actually apply it in the near future.

[crispinhelliong]

I hope you won't all be too disappointed to know that most of my diseased eyeballs are but wax replicae. I do, however, have a lovely rat's uterus. Poor girl had female trouble and had to have a hysterectomy, but she was her old girlish self after that. It's multi-chambered; far more efficent for carrying large litters, of course.

[mistress_gen]

Rats are impressive evolutionists. I am still interested in seeing your collection. I'll show you mine. Oh I have a great picture of you from Sundance if you ever want it.