....like, the best kid ever.


She seems to do the stuff babies do. Suck boobs, shit, look at shit.


She is pretty mellow.


THAT is, to me, the Most Excellent thing a baby can be.


Julie dragged me up to Mellie and Tim's for grilled stuff.



4TH of July with The Rescuers is ok, I guess.

Um...eeeek!

Late afternoon sun. Americano. Free WiFi. Yep. Life is good, regardless, yo.

....that I totally kick ass.


You know what? It is true. Hormones suck.

This morning I woke up conversing with my selves and various Unseen.

I was feeling sweaty (ugh!!! Note to self: synthetic blanket = FAIL) but well-rested in light of 14 hours of blissful comatosity.

I had invitations to go places and was trying to wrap my brains around that.

But then I thought HOLY SHIT life is too short to go do stuff if I am not clit-to-the-wall excited about it.

Another though occurred to me re: relationship angst: worring about whether or not things are this way or that way is not helping me.

It actually is OK for me to say "You know, I'll just take a minute, step back, and really let this sink in."

If someone isn't on the same page as me in heart-connectin, that page will be turned, like it or not.

I am sober, my core being is a joyous one, I am in a really interesting exciting place in my career. Anything can happen. I have a roomie who has quickly moved into the top 5 of awesome roomies I have had in the past 10 years in that flat. I am working from a really clear spiritual place, and my day-to-day fear is so low as to be easily handed over to my god for handling with little ego.

If people aren't running double-time to get on this bandwagon, they'll be left to their own devices, and that too is OK.







I just bought some roller skates and full gear from Motley, who owns Cruz Skate Shop in the Mission.

I am SO TOTALLY going to see her and her team skate next week. http://www.bayareaderbygirls.com. Anybody down? Her team is the SF Shevil Dead.


Hah!

So now I am in a cute little cafe, SoCha, here in the Mission. Doubleshot Americano, skates, Asus and me.

I'll say it again: I AM SO FUCKING COOL!!!!


OMG!!
Srsly.


Tomorrow I am going to go try my new skates :-)

The girls say the Embarcadero is the bomb place to skate.

I have my pads, helmet and new black suede boot skates.

And I have so much WIN.

And hey, all my peoples, thank you for being loving on me. You save my life over and over again.

Jesse Helms is Dead!


Nice one, gods of amusing timing :-)

...like she just don't care, as she is rocking ruff and tuff with her afro-puffs. word.

pretty much everything smells cypherous but hey, ain't uncertainty  the oxygen of emotion? why does it fall to me, why choose  to engage with people for whom emotional certainty is not present? what am I supposed to be learning here? am I undermining myself by not having my own beautiful furious capacity to love like a superheated pyroclastic wave of nasty smoky passion returned in full force?  is that taste of ash real?  borne on the wind from some not-too-distant burning bosky bush? or the imagined feared loss of ... something.

Due to my new hellish commute, I now miss my Kinky Recovery group meeting.  The group I started so that I could have a place to go be with other perverts and talk about being in recovery from (fill in the blank with any addiction you can think of) in a kink-friendly environment continues on, and is growing Which is great.  But I can't make it and being that this is something outside of my control,  I am to just roll with it and put it in My Internal Pool Of Zen.

I don't know how to feel about that.  I considered it my "Home Group", which means it was one of the meetings to which I was fully committed to attending and called "mine" BEYOND merely being of service by jump-starting it and being the secretary for a while.

I dunno.

It seems....unfair?

What up with THAT, PowersThatBe???

Things in the world I am unsure about today: extreme drag queens. The use ofthe word "buns" as a euphemism for "posterior". Cheese omlettes.

the fact that my cats have heart murmurs, thyroid levels of either "OMGWTF jam MORE pills down his throat NOW"  or "Um...keep an eye on that." 

I also love the fact that I am non-plussed and at a loss to really grasp what is (not) happening in my relationship. Hey, I'm pretty goddamned Zen these days. Oddly enough.  But I can't just...I don't know...keep adjusting myself to a situation that is so nebulous as to elude all manner of effort to see it blossom. 

Hm.

Might be time for another one of those bowls of magic guacamole.

Perhas things will be clearer.

At least my sinuses will be clearer.
 

First off, someone explain to me why this fool has not two but THREE PURSES ?!11!??
Second, I haven't posted in a while, and you know how that goes when it goes like that.
Feel free to respond to this post if there is something in my life about which you are curious and I will write an answer just for you.

If ain't nothin' about which you give a shit, fair enough :-)

Peace.


Mo


WTF is up with three purses?!?!

The drive Down to Monterey was prety darn smooth, and on the final stretch I was excited to see lightning! We are glad .... oooo!! a big lightning and now it is starting to rain. Awesome and thundering!!! gotta go.

Still not a morning person not even on my birthday and yet I took the time to ring my prayer bell once for each year of my life and once for good luck and then a few minutes to rock on my rocking horse but that was only after I was blessed with a gift from the universe in the shape of three little birds outsde my window singing sweet songs a melody pure and true and I got their message and every little thing is more than alright and I am glad I have my sunglasses on because I am straight up smiling and crying because my god is life beautiful. Beautiful.

So my buddy sparklydevil  
is going to be shaking her boobs at the DNA lounge on the night of my birthday which is next Friday the 20th.

There will also be a Rockabilly Midget from Oklahoma. ....dressed like Cæsar.

"Which one?" you ask, all snide, because you are a fucking nerd?

"Which one what? Is the midget in the picture? Don't be stupid."

"NO no,"

 ....you giggle:

"Which Cæsar is he gonna be? Augustus? Tiberius? Cali-..."

 "None of your goddamned business," I say.

"Fuck off." I add.


This is the last birthday I'll be doing in my 30s, so I guess I had better enjoy it ;-)

Come bring me something really awesome & buy me a RedBull, biotechs.

Tomorrow seems to be a fusillade of "Sorry Can't Make It!"

Between the several people with small kids, the several with several kids, the perverts going to the Frameline Premier (And I have half a mind to do that on BEFORE burlesque at DNA, but I am not sure my creaky old ass could make it!) the performer types performing or rehearsing...gah.

I also realize that I really have a pretty small pool pf people I dally with socially on a regular basis. Which is interesting.  I think it is fine, and I am OK with that....but it is interesting.

In the world of TMI, I discovered that you have to make a bit of effort to find a Doctor who will give you an IUD if you are childless.  The NP I saw at Kaiser today said she Categorically does not do IUD implantation on women who have never had a full-term pregnancy.  After about 13 questions all designed to steer me away from getting one, I was thinking "I have successfully managed to not get pregnant in 24 years of fucking...should I bother with this now??" but I just took a deep breath and smiled and answered as honestly as I could.  I want a godamned IUD I do not want the pill and, for the love of mike, I am SO over condoms it isn't funny.

If I am intentionally monogamous, we're both STD tested and fluid bonded, I wanna fuck without hat tricks.

As it turns out, the Dr. I was SUPPOSED to see DOES believe in IUD for the childless. 

SO, I'll be doing that on the eve of Independence Day.

Well, it seemed like the WIN to go to the Daly City Kaiser rather than all the way out to Geary. Alas, No. I am now strolling by the 280 south offramp towards Kaiser and I am late. At least the SamTrans driver was HOT. SamTrans driver #1080, Smoking Hawt. Check out those guns!!

Is there any way to to a search within a blog if you cannot rely on tags?  

First cake of the 2008 boifday season!

James Monroe, James Madison , John Adams, George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Sacajawea....um....old white lady...

Holy cow I cannot for the life of me.....let me Zen....

Anna....Anne something?

Susan B. Anthony.


*whew*


CalTrain's use of dollar coins for change ought to bring a smile to the face of the amateur neumismatist. I of course merely wish they'd gone for the younger, sexier version of Jefferson.

Back on the train today. The 3 Immodium I took seem to have stopped last nights stomach and intestinal Holocaust. I almost cried when I realised that even the alcohol free cough and sinus medicine was about to rape my digestive system. If it was not the alcohol, what else in those liquid meds could be causing me to violently void for hours after ingesting them? DAMN.

Because I took alcohol free cough and cold medicine and oh my gods I am so sick right now. Help.

This morning my carpool buddy is ill, which puts me back on the train, which is OK. For now. It does make my schedule wonky because I need to be back in SF for a meeting and what with northbound trains being infrequent in the evenings....well.

The main moment of Zen comes after next week, when the new comute makes it almost impossible for me to get to work in less than 2 hours and 25 minutes, while taking 2 trains and a bus.

On the bright side, the late ass BART did not totally Fuck me today, because the CalTrain dudes actually reopened the doors, permitting me to catch the train I'd have otherwise missed, so Yay :-)

That is how I roll.

Cindy is rocking




I got more pix but this one stands alone.

QUEER OPEN MIC

Vince & Pete's Three Dollar Bill Cafe

8pm show, 7:30pm sign up

Tickets: $1 - $5 Sliding Scale

6/13
FEATURING KATRINA RECTO



Queer Open Mic is a twice monthly gathering of poets, performers, writers and artists of all types to come together and share art hosted by some bitch and cindymonkey. Proto-feminist and genderqueer in scope, QOM aims to combine raunchy enthusiasm, warmth and community, unapologetic queer, radical politics and sweet rhythms to create a space for spoken word, poetry and performance that is multi cultural, multi gendered, completely inclusive and dynamic.



Queer Open Mic is in part supported by a generous grant from the New Venture Seed Fund, a program of And Castro For All.

Time outs are boring! Fix it with eyes!

The new Inside Pride guide is SMOKIN' on page 66, y'all!
lookit cindymonkey




black_pearl_10 totally rocked out with this sassy photo!

Waiting for my date....I splurged on accessories and Jen boa'd me!!!

Blocked my attempt to surreptitiously photograph an exceedingly calipygian posterior as its manager boarded the Southbound CalTrain. A pox on him. May he desire juicy booty and only encounter gluteii minimi.

http://www.jaman.com/a/download/?f=subtitler


you can subtitle your own clips....

I have lots of bacon discussed in my interpretation

Hat tipped to cindymonkey FTW.





I don't know what is better, the eeriness of the lyrical appropriateness of couple two, the very FABULOUS moves on the Gammorean Guard, of the WIN of Lord Vader hip-thrusting...

Shit....

Hot hotcakes for $3.49? Yes, please.

I have a-cute kiditis,


I can now surf and blog with my new little Asus Eee 900 from bed and tha is rad.





She's right....it IS a Poke-ball




I feel guilty for gigging at the kid's Engrish, but hell, he's got perfect pitch, so he has the las kaugh. Well, I do too, but whatever




I am now officially using this girl's pronunciation








this one's a classic.

http://org/brain.cgi?mollena

 Because it is SNACKTIME!!!

This is just lame.

It is becoming more, not less, of a case of every morning impending doom to get to work. Any missed commection of footdragging is exponentially impactful on my arrival time. And that ain't no good.

On the plus side I slept a total of 12 hours (from 8 pm - 12, then from 1 AM till the cough attack at 6, then another 2 hours.) so, that is good, right?