Quickly

Ka- I am doing your questions next. I appreciate the compliment that anything I might say could be considered riveting.

Anyone else have a question? After a month of unemployment I have run out of anything intelligent to say.

Sorry I've Been Gone

Wow. I had a really, really long weekend. I did get to do a few interesting things during it though.

Friday I went to out local mall, and spent the afternoon with Sakura, a friend of mine from my NaNoWriMo group. He and his fellow had just broken up, se we needed to keep his mind off of things for a bit. We met at Starbucks, but rather than eating there we went for Chinese in the food court. After, he took me to the arcade and I played my very first game of Dance Dance Revolution [Extreme]. I made it through all three songs despite the fact I was in 4" boots and they aren’t exactly made for video game style stomping. I got a D on all three levels, but hey - I’m not complaining since I actually made it though all three. I fully intend on going back and having a go whenever I have tennis shoes on. I also went to our local gothic poser store "Hot Topic" and bought a few buttons for my purse [I love buttons] and tried on a gorgeous cream and black corset that made me drool. I look a little more than decent in it, if I don’t say so myself.

Saturday found me at Beloved’s mom’s all day. This was not very exciting, especially as it was raining, but we did get a moment to go out to the barn and I hand fed Beck [mule] and Snoopy [horse] some grain while Beloved messed with some saddles her mom wants to sell. They were soaking wet, but they still felt incredible and they still smelled that lovely horse/mule smell, so I can’t complain. I haven’t been riding in a age, and I miss it terribly.

Yesterday I went to the fitness center. I am determined to get back into shape. I was happy to see that somehow over the holidays despite my not being in the gym at all, I have dropped 10 pounds. Hooray. Now if I can tone, I’ll be a happy girl. Since I was alone I went to the one on the far side of the city so I could swim laps. I managed 25 laps and 10 miles on the bike before I felt as though I needed to stop, so I am pretty proud of myself. After that I headed off to see Mystery. We have a Sunday "play date" if you will. Charlie Brown was leaving as I arrived, so I got to say hi to him as well. I learned the art of single crochet, and we went for a walk, stopped off at the coffee shop by her house and geeked out over Firefly/Serenity and the cast thereof. She’s an excellent girl, Mystery.

Oh. Friday I watched the movie Seven. Seriously disturbed me. Great film though. I *love* Kevin Spacey. He’s a great actor. Brilliant in "American Beauty" and even better in "The Usual Suspects." And as much as I would love to hate Brad Pitt, I can’t help but like almost all of his movies. Bastard. [I am from his hometown, see, and the hype over him here is worse than just about anywhere, I really am over it. So it drives me b-a-n-a-n-a-s that I like his movies.]

About the Meme-

Charby - I will certainly tell you if I scuba...I would love to learn how. Living miles and miles from an ocean does decrease my chances. However, there is a lake in AK that allows a little scuba, and the shack there has T-shirt that says "I Dive on Beaver" [the lake is called Beaver Lake] and I am dying to get it...

Mystic - that was a joke. I don’t tell anyone I don’t want to. I would have been thrown out in a heartbeat though. I went to the camp as a little girl and I loved it there. Its lovely. And the feel of an ice cold spring in the morning? Nothing beats it.

Mark - seems we have opposite taste in films, don’t we? Although I need to have another look at your profile and see what else you like. I don’t like jut rubbish, you know. Although since I have to get Beloved’s stamp of approval on DVD purchases, I am sorely lacking in a lot of decent movies...like Kevin Smith’s stuff, all of Tarantino’s minus Kill Bill, and a lot of classics...I need to take care of that, come think of it. She won’t even *try* to watch Rocky Horror Picture Show, which I though was a right of passage to adulthood around here. I got auctioned off myself. And she hates Monty Python, which I can’t understand at all.

Adem - do you ballroom dance?! And yes, gogo dancer, I think, is the term. Lazy strippers, I call them , you’ve already got all you’re going to take off, off, see? It was a lot of fun, and I am an excellent dancer. I can say that. I know I am.

Right. Any questions? I love sharing, and am lacking in something to post about. Inspiration is always appreciated.

xxx-Alecya

The MeMe that seems to be everywhere

Alright. I first saw it at Adem's, and I belive he picked it up from Phil, where Ka saw it. I've been meaning to get around to it, and since blogger has decided to be kind to me, here we go. [And my spacing is crap again, sorry]

4 Jobs I've had:

1. Camp counselor at a Baptist girl's camp. One week of excellent fun, the girls were great, the camp was beautiful and it was spiritually refreshing for me [just not is a baptist kind of way..no I didn't tell them I was a lesbain witch, why?] And we won "honor cabin". Ace.
2. Domestic Law Paralegal. Three years of sheer hell. When your client's lives are falling apart you have to be there to pick up the peices. I am a nice person, but I haven't the compassion or patience to talk to people who call me 6 and 7 times a day to cry about their lives. [I kept a long list of personal counselors on my desk for reference] And I especially didnt have the patience for people who call me shouting "My ex is here and he's beating down my door and threatening me" So call the police! Why are you on the phone to me? Sorry...sorry...
3. GoGo Dancer at a gay nightclub. It was a lot of fun. Of course, I was a mess. Still, it was fun at the time. What's really funny? I made all my money off gay men. All of it. I think I was tipped by a woman maybe three times in the entire time I worked there. Go figure...I also worked as a dresser and a coreographer at the same club, at the same time, but my official title was 'dancer'
4. Office Manager for a Construction company. It was at a wastewater treatment plant too. I had to crawl all over and about and near all manner of sick things. *plus* I had to photgraph work progress, so I was up really high [I am afraid if heights] and had to go all sorts of odd places.
4 Places I've Lived: 1. I've lived in the same city all my life. Sad, eh?
The 4 Best Places I've Visited: 1. Oklahoma City. Beautiful city. Lovely people. Excellent zoo. 2. Disney World. I had so much fun at Disney world. I want to go again without my family to ruin it. I went with my friends when I was in high school because we were marching in the Citrus Bowl Parade [yes, I am a geek, what's it to you?] and we were there for new years. It was beautiful. 3. HaHa Tonka State Park, MO. A gorgeous place to visit. Lots of great hiking and wildlife and the caslte ruins are excellent. 4. Buffalo River State Park, AK. best canoeing ever. I promise. from the easy bits to the rock garden, every canoeist can find something here. And the bluffs are gorgeous, and are a strenuous but beautiful trek. And the hemmed in hollow is my favorite place in the world to sit and eat a picnic lunch.
4 Movies I'd Watch Again: 1. The Count of Monte Cristo. Based on my favorite book, hot can I not like it? 2. Harry Potter, take your pick. I'm with Ka on this one. And with my longstanding crushes on Jason Isaacs and Alan Rickman....yep. Stopping now. 3. Kill Bill. Either one. I love the soundtrack. I like the storyline and some of the characters are hilarious. And Uma thurman's deadpan is priceless. "My pussy wagon broke down" Plus the true geek in me likes the homage to the Spaghetti Westerns and the old Japaneese Films... 4. Love, Actually. I can't get enough of this film. I can't.
4 Movies You Couldn't Pay Me Enough to Watch Again: 1. Mars Attacks. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid movie. I lost brain cells watching it. There's a way to spoof and there's a way to not. This is a 'not'. 2. Who's Harry Crumb? Belvoed made me watch this. I thought it was stupid. 3 . The Intperpreter. My god, was this film overhyped or what? And I like Nicole Kidman well enough, but really, the only thing remotely interesting about this movie was that it was filmed at the UN. 4. Rules of Attraction. I saw the first ten minutes of this and quit watching. It was terrible. I almost threw up.
4 TV Shows I Love to Watch: 1. Survivor. I am a reality TV show addict, and this is my drug of choice. I think it shows what type of person you really are. we never improve, but only become more fully what we are. 2. Dancing with the Stars. Yep. Because I love ballroom, I love dancing and its beautiful. Oh, and Lisa Renna? Grrr! Louis Van Amstel isn't too bad either... 3. Alias. Used to be my absolute favorite, but the storyline has gone down the toilet, I think. Should have quit while they were ahead. 4. X-Files. I love these re-runs and I never catch them enough. Possibly my favorite show of all time.
My 4 Favourite Foods: 1. Chineese. Can't get enough of it. Rice, noodles, chicken, beef. I love it all. 2. Steak. A good thick steak. I know you poor vegetarians are sick to your stomach now. But at least I like mine cooked...right? 3. Potatoes any way you can give them to me. 4. Butterscotch. Its not a real food, I know. But its one of the best sweets in the world.
4 Places I'd Rather Be Right Now: 1. In a park, hiking with friends. 2. At a job, of any kind at this point. 3. In a class at University 4. In the arms of someone who loves me
4 Things I Want to Do Before I Die: 1. see Europe. 2. Wear a wedding gown 3. See a volcano 4. Go scuba diving
4 Things I've Tried But Never Again 1. Jaggermister 2. the "Pirate Ship" ride at the fair. I hyperventilated and got sick. 3. Onion and Pepperoni pizza. Ick. 4. Chewing Gum in bed. That was a *mess*
4 Things I've Not Tried But Would Like To 1. going on a Sailboat 2. Surfing 3. Learning how to Paso Double 4. Snow Skiing

something long forgotten

Have you ever lost something, but didn’t know you lost it until you found it? Like the odd $20 you find in last years coat pocket? Or a mix tape you made while you were still in high school. You remember all of your favorite songs from that time, and you find yourself singing the words, though you haven’t heard them in an age. And suddenly, you are laughing and remembering long forgotten moments and having feelings that you haven’t felt in years?

I think you must be able to feel that with people. I used to not think so. I used to think this was it, and who we saw was who we saw. That when we met it was the first time, and when people left, that was all there was. But I am increasingly of the opinion that I have lived many lives, and seen many things, and I feel more and more awake lately. I am suddenly seeing everything in a completely different way.

A friend said something to me that really resonated for me- that they felt sad when they saw things happening, not because it was a sad moment, in particular, but because they have been there before. And I felt like that was really profound, that you can be so reminded of something in your past, this life or another, that it overwhelms you with a sadness for that moment that you had lost right up until the moment you relived it. I understood it, that feeling. Not deja vous per se, not living that exact moment, but feeling that situation as though it was already a part of your life experience. You knew it already.

There are times when I meet certain people and I feel completely sure that I have known them for an age. There is an odd familiarity with them, the moment your eyes meet or the first time they speak to you. You know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you have been with them before, that they were already a part of you or your life, and somehow the pieces just fit back in. Its almost as if you both have an in joke you didn’t know until the moment you spoke. And you get this giddy, laughing, not quite real feeling and you smile and you become what some people call "instant friends."

Have you ever had a lover where you felt like they knew you the moment they saw you? Not from experience but from touch? As though you could blindfold them and they would still know every part of you from memory - down to the scars on your knees from when you fell on the playground as a child or the freckle between your big toe and the next. When kissing them feels like coming home and laying in their arms feels like a bed and their breath seems like your own.
I think it’s a beautiful feeling.

And every time I feel it, which has been more and more lately, I feel so grateful and so beautiful that I am in touch with myself, and who I am, and who I was, that I can see these people in my life and remember the specters of who they were to me before. I feel so lucky that I can close my eyes and be there for a moment, in that place where we used to be, and return to it with this sense of belonging that nearly overwhelms.

I want to cry almost. I feel a lot like collapsing and weeping for myself because I was foolish to forget those moments in the transition from the last life to this one. I want to clasp those people in my arms and promise I won’t forget this time around, and hold them tight and remember every moment I had with them before, and dream of all the happy things we can do now that we are back to where we were so long ago.

Its like waking up from a long sleep. From a bad dream where you have all that matters to you taken from you. You can just barely see it, see them and the memory of them, and you can’t quite touch them, and its torture, and then suddenly you’ve wake up and they are there with you and you’re sweating off all of the fear you were feeling moments before.

Maybe none of this makes sense. Maybe this is another one of my silly rambles. But I feel like this so much lately. I feel like I have woken up. And I feel like telling everyone I remember, it is so good to see you at last. To remember and feel at home again. This is happiness. This is love. This is remembering. And to me, its perfect.

Searching For My Lost Shaker Of Salt

I am going to apologize now for teh spacing. Blogger won't let me key "enter" to space down. Last night Beloved and I were talking about music, while we listened to the radio in our room, and it brought back a funny story that I wanted to share with you.

In our town there is a piano bar, which is an excellent little place to go if you like music or karaoke, or watching people make complete fools of themselves in public. I ought to explain how ours works, for the record, so if you’ve been to one of these, bear with me...

It’s a basic bar, where there are a lot of tables, and a bar on one end of a very long room. All the tables, however, face a platform on one side of the room, where there are two grand pianos and a trap set in between them. At a certain time in the evening, two pianists and a drummer come to the platform and do a "show". During the show they sing songs and play their pianos and encourage all the drunk people watching to sing along. They tell little jokes, and bring people with birthdays or anniversaries, or ones that are particularly good looking or drunk, up to the platform and tease them, make them sing songs, or have them help tell a lewd joke. They also take requests, which you put in a little fish bowl with a few dollars on top of the piano. [I’ve learned, the larger the tip, the more likely your song gets played.]

At our Piano Bar they sing all sorts of songs. There are of course, the standards, like "Boardwalk" or that "If you like Pina Coladas" song...but they also play songs like "Wonderwall" by Oasis or "Heart Shaped Box" by Nirvana. I’ve even seen "Material Girl" by Madonna, which was fabulous, as the person singing it was a male. Really, there isn’t much they won’t play.

The first time Beloved ever came to the Piano Bar with me, it was for a friend of her’s birthday [I despise the girl, but hey - its beer and singing, right?]. we got there at about 7pm, which is quite early, but it gets full really fast, so its better to get a seat. We ordered a pizza and some beer [well, Beloved had Royal Flushes, I had beer] and she chatted her friends up, and I got drunk because I didn’t want to talk to anyone and it was 2 for 1, so why not, right?

I got all dressed up for the occasion, and it was a lot of fun for me. Partly because her friends were horrified, and partly because I got a lot of compliments, including one from a very attractive young lady who was waiting in line in the bathroom with me. [she was lovely, and had a scratchy Janis Joplin-esque voice that was wonderful.] So - my outfit- I had gone vintage shopping and found some men’s dress trousers in grey that were a little flared in the leg, I assume from the seventies, but they were really nice. I also found a lovely navy-blue necktie from Sears Roebuck circa 1953 *with the tag still on* and a mens grey hat similar to the ones Frank Sinatra used to wear. I put on a white ribbed men’s undershirt and the rest of the ensemble, straitened my hair as flat as can be, and then slicked it back under my hat. I put on a girly a face I could [beautiful eyeliner and lip gloss...] and my black boots. It was a nice effect. But like I said, I think her friends were horrified to see me in men’s clothes. It gave me a good laugh.

So, we got lit, and then the show started. They sang a lot, and with most bars that have these, there are add in lines to the songs as you sing along [Think something similar to a Rocky Horror Picture Show viewing] Well, we had done this before, in other clubs we had been to in another neighboring state, so Beloved thought we were all set.

Here’s the thing. Most times, no one sings along, or not loud enough to be noticed. We were all completely pissed and singing *very* loudly which the piano guys like, and so they were doing a lot of our requests, because we were having a very good time. Of course, time came for them to do the classic piano bar song, "Magaritaville" by Jimmy Buffet. This is one that gets everyone going.

Like I said, we’d done this before, so we knew the add ins. Well, we had forgotten we went to a rather rowdy karaoke bar out of state, and here we are in the middle of the bible belt, and the add in had been changed, just a little. You may or may not know it...the line generally goes (around here)

Wasting away again in margaritaville...
Searching for my lost shaker of salt...

Then we add in "Where’s my salt, not the pepper, but the salt" [or so we learned]

So if you can imagine, here we are, having instructed our friends on the proper line to the song, and when the insert comes, we shout, at the top of our drunken lungs:

"Where’s the salt, where’s my mother f*cking salt?"

Everyone in the bar turned to look at us. The piano player actually stopped, laughed and made a joke, teased us about letting loose on our friends birthday, thanked us for at least singing along, sent us a round of drinks, and went back to the song after instructing us on the "G" rated version of the insert.

Looking back, I laugh when I think of it every time. The look on that poor man’s face? Priceless.

Weekend Update

Beloved's cousin and uncle from California this week and we went to the movies with her cousin yesdterday. She's a sweet thing. We saw the Chronicles of Narnia. It was alright. I did have a nice time after talking with her over dinner. I like her a lot, and I am glad she's in and I get to meet her. She's having dinner with us on Tuesday, so I am looking forward to that. I also spent some time with Mystery yesterday, which was wonderful, because I needed to get out of the house. And she's excellent of course. Do I had a nice day all in all.

movie

I went to see the movie "Underworld" today. The second one that is. It was alright, but really, who can resist staring at Kate Beckinsdale for two hours? I know I can’t. I had a nice time though, and it was good. Plus, and I hate sounding like a misogynist, but she had a fabulous sex scene, and she’s amazing.
*sigh* Anyone have a favorite celeb they would like to see in a sex scene?

You Make Me Feel Love

So I've solved the wanting to talk about sex problem. I've made a new blog. Its all my tripe erotica, all in once place. Its on the links, so you can check it out. And see, if you dont look at my links, you'll have to check out all my friends to see which one is mine. works out well. Cheers-AG

Brown Paper Packages, Tied Up With String

I wanted to write about sex again, but then, I was thinking, you lot must get really tired of me talking about sex all the time. [So I used a Julie Andrews song quote, how's that for killing the mood? heh heh] So I am going to try and navigate away from that a little, and instead give you a bit of a list. I would like to see you all add to my list, partially because I am curious, and partially because I like seeing this in other people, I think it tells me a lot about you. And I think this will also tell you a lot about me, and who I am, and the type of things I like. I am feeling more again like opening up to you and sharing myself with you.

Here we go. Two lists. Leave me a note [at least on list one], and tell me what you think.

Things I Like [in general]: wild flowers, lavender roses, lilies, the smell of leather, the sound of a key turning in the lock, the feel of fur, being tickled until I can hardly speak from the laughter, rock music, the smell of the produce section in my local grocery store, strawberries, butterscotch, toffee, chocolate covered potato chips, fuzzy blankets, the smell of rain, hugging someone - around the waist is the best, dancing, stretching really hard when I wake up, dry champagne, red wine, whiskey - neat, silk clothes, lots of buttons, music - especially mix CD’s, songs that make you think of happy memories, letters written by hand, whispering, taking photographs, long phone conversations, taffy, walks in the springtime, jumping into piles of leaves in the autumn [yes, yes I do], running a horse, roller coasters that go upside down, when I finish a friend’s sentence, making people laugh, talking in a cartoon voice, painting on a canvas.


Things I Like [relating to the sensual]: slow dancing, necks, shoulders, collarbones, when a woman wears a long skirt and all you can see is her ankles, mouths, kissing [without tongue - for a long time], cuddling, women’s calves, mens upper arm, the look of a person’s back, having mine scratched, kissing fingertips, kissing a cheek [when you kiss a friend you care for], being held really tight and sharing the same breath, women in high heels, neckties [I have a terrible fetish - I collect them and wear them myself - I especially love vintage ties and solid silks], blindfolds, whispering, someone telling me what they want, candlelight, listening to music with someone, smiles - especially slow ones, flannel pajama pants, massages, laying with my back to someone’s chest, having my eyelids kissed, being pet across my stomach after.

So, do we have any in common? What do you like? Anything you feel the opposite on?

Also, if you have a suggestion about something you would like me to tell you or a particular idea or subject you would like me to take a stab a t writing, leave me a comment or email me, and I will write whatever you like. I like to be given ideas, especially from people who know my writing because its you that can stretch me and give me scope, and you who know what I am capable of writing.

Oh- and the flower I posted a picture of up there, in case you aren't familiar with it, is one of my favorites, called Cupid's Dart.

There's a Dark Secret In Me

I am in a funny mood today. I am happy-ish, but I had a dream last night about an ex of mine from a long time ago, and its put me in a funk. So I wrote about it. I think it helped. I'll post something happy later on, I promise.

Love you all-
AG

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I’ve been sitting here, hours now, trying to think of something else. But I can’t. I can’t get you out of my mind. You are the smoke that fills a bar. I’ve drawn deeply off of you, and now you are there, lingering about the air and permeating every thought I have. In my hair, in my mouth, on my skin. I can’t get rid of you. Just like being warned about the dangers of smoking, I’ve carried on a habit too long, and now I’ve gotten hurt.

I thought it would be safe. There was no danger in you. You are mild. Soft and gentle. There’s nothing in you that can reach in a devastate a cold heart like mine. I told myself that then, but now I know that is not the case. I should have seen it strait away.

You made the move. That should have been the first clue. I never would have expected that. You wanting me, and saying so with the most plain gesture you could have made. When you pulled me tight to you and leaned down to kiss my neck, I should have run. Fast and far, I should have jumped the train and been out of there. But I turned to look at you and I could see your eyes shining with that deceptive softness. You had a completely unreadable expression about you and I mistook it. I thought you cared.

I was wrong, that much I am sure of now. But when you started kissing me harder, when you slid your arms around me waist and whispered to me suggestions of things that had up to that point only been late night wanderings, how could I have said no to you then? How could I turn my back on something I had wanted for so long?

It almost leaves me cold now, when I think of the press of your body against mine. It makes me a little sick inside to think of the things I must have whispered to you in my need to be close to you. You were laughing on the inside, weren’t you? Having a good little joke at my expense while I was giving myself up to you in the most complete way I could?

I feel like a silly girl now. Much the way you must have seen me, fawning on you, telling you how much I loved you, never caring that you never echoed my sentiments or even showed a fraction of the emotion I was choking on I was so full of it.

I should have seen it. I should have. I should have taken notice that our conversation died, that I never saw you but the times you wanted me. I should have seen how you shrugged me off on public and how your friends gave me looks I couldn’t read, but now know were a cross between pity and amusement. I was a fool for you, and you let me be one. You let me be a complete fool.

Why, why would you have not told me the truth? Who is to say I wouldn’t have still been with you, but the least I would have been able to do was protect myself. You didn’t, I couldn’t and now I am here with the feeling of you lingering on me in a way I can’t wash off and can’t forget. I still dream about you and that deceptively sweet smile that mistook for understanding and that gentle tone that I know you must practice at home when you are by yourself.

At this moment, I loathe you almost as much as I loathe myself for letting me get to this place where I can’t forget you and all I want to do is erase it all, and make it to where it never happened. What makes me hate myself more, and this will amuse you, is I still wake up from those dreams of you, caught between this feeling of anger I have now and a desperate longing for you. I wake up and I wish I was still in your arms and I hate myself for it.

When I lay in my bed and think of you and I let the tears come they are still tears of regret that things weren’t the way I wanted them to be, and feelings of doubt, that maybe if I had been more, tried harder, you would have loved me the way I loved you. My chest is aching from that feeling, and my stomach turned over from it, because I know the truth, and I have to keep telling it to myself.

You used me. You made a fool of me. I loved you. You didn’t deserve it.

Some Dance to Remember, Some Dance to Forget

Give me something. Anything. There seem to be moments when I am so empty, like there is nothing there but hollow, wandering thoughts and a non-stop parade of memories I would rather not relive. My life, it hasn’t been all bad, but then, there’s not been that much good has there, or I wouldn’t be laying here in this bathtub wishing for nothing more than the courage it takes to scream aloud every frustration I have. And I have them, to be sure, plenty of them. Who doesn’t anymore?
That’s the thing, though. No one seems to care about anything anymore. We’ve all got our own problems and our own worries. Who has time to check on their friends or their family when they can barely see above the rising tide of all the things they have to take care of, all the things they have to worry about, and then some that maybe they don’t need to worry about, but do anyway. I know I don’t. Have time, I mean. I don’t have the time to think of all the people who might be worried about whether or not I am doing well my first time out on my own. Likely there aren’t many.
Certainly not my mother. My selfish, annoying mother, who would forsake her own children for the love of a crack dealer who has no intention of taking care of her or thinking about her future. Only thinking of spiriting her away from her miserable marriage with promises of change, Tantra and other things I can’t bear to dream of. No, somewhere, she is in a cramped apartment, living with him and believing she can be happy if she just tells herself she is, the same way she always has, the same way she always will. God will make it all better eventually, she’ll tell herself. God will reward her for her patience...
God my ass. If there is such a thing, it’s a huge cosmic joke and the laugh isn’t on God. I’ll tell you that. Imagine for a moment, if you can, that you are all powerful. You are all knowing. You are all seeing. And you can do anything you like. You created the world, everything in it. Do you really think that you would take time to check in on each of the workers in you cosmic ant farm? Because I know I wouldn’t. I can barely be assed to keep up with people I like, let alone all the people I have ever met. No sir, if I had created the universe I’d be in Tahiti with a lovely woman on my arm, and handsome fellow feeding me fresh fruit and marveling at all the lovely things I can get people to do, all because I am God.
I pick up the soap and have a little laugh to myself, for a moment, seeing that God [if there is such a thing] and my mom have just a little in common, too much to do for themselves to check in on their own creation. She’s like that, my mother, being compared to God. But not a Goddess, mind you, that’s heresy.
The soap feels strangely cool tonight as I wash myself. That may be that the water is a lot hotter than I normally run it. Its steaming tonight, nearly boiling, and my neurotic masochism has turned my skin a bright pink already. But I don’t mind it so much as it feels different, and as lonely as I am, and bored, different is alright. Either way, the soap is delightfully cold. I am using a bar tonight. Not one of those fluffy things that I get in gift sets every year from people who have no idea what I like or who I am, nor one of those gels that you can buy even at the local grocery store now. No, tonight I have a plain, boring bar of washing soap. And it smells clean. And refreshing. And different. I am afraid I haven’t really got the energy to do what I have to do tonight. I don’t feel like going out, being pretty, being charming, getting people to want to be around me or be with me. No, I don’t feel like that in the least. But old habits die hard, and I will go, same as I have, night after night for nearly a year now, and I will laugh. I will talk and I will dance. It will be alright, once I make it to the dance floor. I always manage to forget how terrible things are when I am dancing. I feel better, freer. Happy, almost. You know that song by the Eagles where they say some dance to forget? That’s me they were talking about.
So to forget, to be beautiful the way only I know how to be, I have to be here, in this too hot bath, listening to the echos of the people in my apartment, chattering and flirting and laughing below while I get ready. I suppose I ought to hurry, someone might have to pee. But you know, I can’t be troubled by it. Its my place, right?
So I pick up the razor and I move my candles a little closer and I lather the soap much thicker than I have been. My legs are long, I know this, and I am blessed with a nice complexion, but it still means that shaving is both necessary and a nuisance. I was never much of a shaver, blame that on my mother as well, not letting me start until I could nearly drive a car. So I have to take my time, running the razor over my leg gently, in slow strokes I make as steady as I can.
Its about the only thing I make steady in myself. Sometimes it seems to me like my spirit is slamming up against the inside of my body, trying desperately to find a weakness in the fortress. One day I fear it will, and I will finally go flying out of my body and away from everything around me at last. It won’t come soon enough, if you ask me.
There was once I felt it, when I was still in high school. There was a guy who worked with me at my after school job, and he was a witch. Or a male witch. A mystic or a warlock. Whatever you wanted to call him, he was a lot like me, and he knew things he shouldn’t and he sensed things before others could think or say them. I felt him, a presence, long before I ever met him, and once I did I took to spending a lot of time with him. I would bring him home with me after work, and we would sit in my room, all candles and heavy scents, and we would talk about things I thought were deep or spiritual.
Once, at his apartment, [he was much older than I was] we sat, and he lit a stick of incense and brought me in front of him and took my hands and with his soft calm voice he put me in the deepest meditation that I have ever been in. And softly, slowly, I made my way out of my body and walked about without it. I could see him there beside me, feeling the things I did and seeing the things I did, even though we were far from where our bodies are resting and where we should have been. When we finally came crashing down into our bodies again I was exhausted. I slept there all night, before going home the next morning I told him I enjoyed myself, and maybe we could do it again sometime. We never did, but I have been looking for a voice or a way out ever since then, and I can feel it in myself on nights like this.
Unfortunately, its not all I feel. All of my daydreaming has caused my attention to wander and I’ve managed to nick myself on the top of my thigh. I press my hand there to stop the bleeding and look up to the top of the cabinet, crawling out of the bathtub and reaching for a band aid, cutting of the sticky part to cover the cut. See, this is where I get, when I dream. A cut on the leg, another inconvenience and a stinging reminder that I can’t go back and I can’t quite make things the way I’d like them to be. So I am here, sitting on my floor, the cold of the tile against me, and I am empty, hurting and frustrated.
Fill me up. Give me something, anything, to distract me from all of this. To distract me from what my life has become. To distract me from the things I wish weren’t real, and the memories I can’t seem to escape. Distract me from myself. And give me something new.

When It Rains, It Pours

Right. Alternator went out on my truck. So I have to get it replaced and thats going to cost me a little more than I wanted to spend right now, but its alright. As long as I get my truck back.

I'm going to write later, I just wanted to whine about my truck. I'm bitter. She's not even paid off yet and I am fixing her up. Bitter, bitter, bitter.

And I'll Send You Mine

What do you dream about?
Last night I dreamed of a field covered with tents and full of people. There was a sweet smell in the air, like sage or cloves. The sky was a brilliant blue and the clouds passing over the sun would cast shadows on the ground as they moved.
I was reclining on a blanket, a quilt made of large blue patches, and leaning against the chest of a man. He had wide brown eyes and a friendly smile. He brushed my long, dark hair as I looked up at you. I could feel his fingers moving quickly in the rhythm of someone experienced at braiding hair or tying knots - binding my hair, and then just as quickly letting it go to do it over again. Occasionally, he would lean in and whisper a secret to me, tickling my ear with his breath, and knowing he was doing it.
I would lean into his laugh, smiling and nodding and look up at you. You were watching me, just outside an olive green tent in a chair made for camping. You were completely unreadable behind your sunglasses, but I could feel your eyes on me as surely as I felt the hands in my hair. You laughed, someone, I couldn’t see them, was telling you a joke and you were laughing at it, your smile stretching wide over your teeth, your head tipped back to expose your throat.
And yet, with each chuckle, I knew you were looking at me. I sat there, complacent, slowly puffing at a cigar, my lips touching the porcelain mouthpiece briefly before I would let the smoke go spiraling into the air, and a soft sigh with it, and reach across to the edge of the blanket and give it my customary tap-tap to push the ash off the end.
I wanted to tell you something. I am quite sure of it. It was lingering in my mind the same way it does now. Unsure then of what to say, unsure now of what I was thinking. But then, and now, I had the same feeling. You knew it, I hadn’t to say it, and so we laughed, you and I. And we let the thought stay there unspoken between us.
I expect one night, without preamble or premeditation, I will go back to that place and remember what I was going to say to you. Perhaps I will say it then, or perhaps you will say it for me. Or likely, if we ever visit again in our sleep, we will stay, just as we did, and let our smiles talk for us.

We Have Now Reached Maximum Geek Capacity

I went to an excellent arcade in my town tonight called 1984. Its unbelieveable. You go pay a $5 cover charge an all your games are free, as long as you stay. The hook [there's always a hook] is it is all games from the 1980's. I went, and for two hours, played Frogger, Dig Dug, Donkey Kong Jr., Mrs. Pacman, Galaga, Asteroids, and every other amazing '80's game you can think of. I have completely geeked out.

I loved it. It was amazing. And I even got to 25 on the high score for one of the Atari race car games. If you ever beat a high score, they pay your way in the next time. There were as many adults as there were kids, and it was great. Really, really fun. My only regret is that I didn't get a crack at a pinball machine. There was a woman on there that really knew what she was doing. I can't wait to go back...It was amazing.

Right. I am off to find my pocket protector and my Slam book now. See you later, dudes.

I Feel Summer Creeping In

I was eighteen. It was the summertime, and I spent a lot of time with one of the bartenders that I worked with during the day as we prepared for the night ahead, or recovered from the evening before. He was a lovely man. I used to give him a hard time, because he really did have difficulty keeping men off of him.

Paul was in his mid-thirties, but he looked like he was maybe 25, and that was being harsh with his looks. He had been in the navy, and was a trained rescue swimmer. He had a medium build, he was well built, and his had disarming good looks. His hair was jet black and fell in perfect, heavy locks across his head, he had disarming black eyes and perfect teeth - the kind you see in toothpaste commercials or whitening advertisements. His smile was lovely, and he only smiled when he meant it, so it was always a pleasure to see.

We spent a lot of time in his loft apartment with his best friend Mike, another guy that we worked with. Most days we threw open his patio doors and let the wind come in. We would lay across his couch sipping drinks and occasionally wander outside to smoke a cigarette. They would toss out ideas for new gimmicks for the dancers, drink specials, new shots, and how to play to crowd’s on various nights of the week. They would tease me about being single, or give me tips on my outfits, or hair [or wigs, which I wore a lot of] and compliment me on my abilities. Most of the time I lay in the floor, or on the couch and listened, content to just be there relaxing. Listening to their banter and watching their expressions as they talked always put me in a good mood.

I’d done drugs before. Lots of them. I was no innocent. So when, on occasion, the two of them decided to indulge, I had no problem with it. They always offered me a hit and I always declined. It wasn’t that I was opposed to it, I just didn’t care to do it.

It felt like a waste to me. You see, I jumped strait into hard drugs, cocaine, meth, poppers and pills. For some reason, smoking weed never did it for me. I had tried it several times, and it had never really done anything for me. I never felt relaxed. I never felt much different, except later on I would feel hungry. I felt like it was a waste, and finally, one day, when they pressed me for a reason, I told them so. If I wanted to be hungry or sleepy, I could do that on my own.

Paul laughed and said I had either not had the good stuff, or I wasn’t doing it properly. I shrugged him off, telling him I had smoked from a tobacco pipe long enough I thought I knew what I was doing. Mike laughed, and told me that I should let Paul get me high the way he had gotten him high for the first time, because he used to think the exact same thing. I agreed, knowing in my mind, that it wasn’t going to make a bit of difference, and if I could settle it once and for all, it would be fine by me.

The, to my surprise, got up and walked back to Paul’s bedroom. Now, I had been in his bedroom before, in fact, it was my favorite room of the house. It had a tall cheery sleigh bed, gorgeous artwork, huge french doors that led to the patio and more pillows and candles than I could count. I wasn’t nervous to be in there, we often spent time in there, I just knew that he kept his stash in his bathroom, and there wasn’t much a reason to be headed back to that particular room.

The two of them removed their shirts, and slipped off their leather sandals. Mike went to light some candles, and Paul took me over to his closet and pulled out a tee-shirt from his huge stack of plain, white, perfectly bleached undershirts. Telling me to put it on, he slid my skirt off my hips with ease of practice [he helped me to dress when I danced] and when I had put in on, lifted me up onto the bed and instructed me to relax.

Now, at this point, I imagine most women would be in a panic. Either from being undressed in a bedroom with two beautiful men, or from nerves at not knowing what the hell was going on. In my case, I was completely calm. I had been around the two of them so often that I had no qualms with doing as they told me. I trusted them implicitly. They had seen me undressed more times than I could count, and I was not shy about seeing them with their shirts off, as they often worked that way on weekends when the club was so hot that neither air conditioner, barrels of water or huge fans could break the sweltering torture brought on by hundreds of people pressed against each other for hours on end.

When I laid back on the pillows, I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to center myself and become as calm as I could possibly be. I opened them again when I felt Mike settle onto the end of the bed. Sitting cross legged, he managed to look both completely comfortable and somehow very, well, stern almost. Paul slid onto the bed next to me, laying on the night stand a lighter and his pipe.

With almost no effort, he slid me into his lap, so that I was still propped up, half against his pillows, and half against his chest, my legs dangling over the side of the bed, the tips of my toes playing in and out of the sheer table cover. He asked me if I was alright, and I smiled and nodded. Reaching for his pipe, he told me to watch him as he did it. I nodded. This wouldn’t be a difficult task, considering I nearly had my head on his shoulder, and he had me in such a way that unless I struggled against his arms, I wouldn’t be able to see much but him.

The mechanics of the next moment or so still escape me when I think of it. But I know how pulled me very tight as he used his right arm to hold the pipe to his lips and his left hand to light the pipe. I was close, very close to him. In fact, with the exception of a drunken after party where I had made a spectacle of myself dancing with him, I had never been quite ths close to him before. But Mike must have taken the pipe from him, just after he inhaled. I remember Mike’s voice telling me to look at Paul closely, and then the sound of him inhaling the pipe on his own.

I lost track of everything for a moment, though, because Paul began to kiss me. I knew in a moment what he was doing, but was so surprised, I think I would have choked even had I done that type of thing before. But, I titled my head back and tried to exhale through my nose as he poured the smoke into my mouth, cradling my head with his hand and teasing my lips with his tongue.

I coughed and spluttered for a moment, feeling completely ungraceful. He smiled and asked me if I wanted to try again. I said yes. Now, this is another moment where you might jump tp conclusions about why I said yes. I’ll tell you. First, I honestly wanted to try and feel it. Second, he was [and quite possibly still] one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen in my life and if he wanted to mouth feed me drugs, I was not going to say no. Third, I was already feeling tingly, which I imagine was from the combination of surprise and a small amount of lust. I’m no angel. I’ll admit that freely, and regardless of my orientation, or his, I knew there was no small amount of regard that we both held for each other, if only from a purely esthetic point of view. This was something most guys in the bar we worked at would kill to do, and would never experience, and I wasn’t about to pass up the chance. Not in a million years.

He cradled me back again, this time sliding me in between his legs, so that my back was rested on his chest, and this time when he was ready, I was too. His mouth came down on mine again, and I closed my eyes and imagined pulling the smoke physically out of his mouth with my tongue. I inhaled deeply, and I think I heard him sigh. Mike was laughing in the background, and said something to the effect it was about time the two of us had gotten around to doing this.
I let it go, not wanting to ask. And I tipped my head back and exhaled out slowly, feeling soft, sexy, and strangely unreal. Paul was stroking my arms and talking to Mike, but his voice was soft, and soothing. Mike called it his bedroom voice. Regardless of what it was, I felt very nearly like I might float away, but they weren’t going to let me do so, not just yet.

I was slipping my legs back and forth across the duvet, curling my toes and enjoying the feel of my thighs against each other. Mike laughed again, and began to massage my feet, telling me to try and relax. Paul went back to the pipe, and then, back to my mouth. This time he did sigh, and just after I let the smoke go, he went back to kissing me in a soft, teasing way. His hands worked their way across my stomach and up to my collar bone, where he feathers touches there with expert movements.

I lay my head back into his chest, sliding down a bit, and began to stroke his legs. Mike moved over me, and began to give me a hit from his mouth, and I smiled as I took it from him, slipping my hands across his back and then back down his chest.

We went on for some time this way, the three of us, until Mike declared himself finished, and went to lay on a chair just outside the french doors, in the sunlight. Paul stayed with me, and continued to pet me and give me hits, kissing me in his deep and oddly detached manner for nearly another half hour. When we finished, he lay next to me on the bed, and let me enjoy the feeling of the pillows beneath me.

I vaguely remember telling him how I felt. The way everything felt a little softer and more lovely around me. How I couldn’t feel the ache in my body that comes from dancing. How I felt beautiful and a little giggly at the same time. He let me talk on for ages, and then he laughed and put a finger to my lips, telling me he had obviously done what he had set out to do.

I know we lay there for quite some time, and I am not exactly sure how we left things, but I remember that very vividly. Him petting my stomach and lounging with me on those pillows, and the long time we spent laying there quietly. And the one real kiss he gave me before he went outside to join Mike, telling me I was beautiful and he was glad I finally felt that way.

Don't Want No One to Follow Me [Except Maybe You]

Alrighty. So, in an effort to have at least one interesting post today, I am putting up the contents of my newest Mix CD, so you can see what I've got in my head today. Those that are in posession of a Mix CD of mine will notice I often repeat songs on them, because I put them together according to my mood. I also title my CD's so laugh if you like at the title. I don't care...Meh...

Without Further Ado [and with much unneeded fanfare, most likely undeserved]

How Do You Like Your Music?
Scrambled - Soft

1. Untouchable Face, Ani DiFranco
2. Somewhere Only We Know, Keane
3. Feeling Love, Paula Cole
4. Dance, Jimiraqaui
5. Man Who Sold the World, Nirvana
6. Layla (slow) Eric Clapton
7. I Need You Tonight, INXS [Thanks, LB]
8. Making Me High, Toni Braxton
9. Barely Breathing, Duncan Sheik
10. Freshman, The Verve
11. Iris, Goo Goo Dolls
12. Brick, Ben Folds Five
13. I Died In Your Arms Tonight, Cutting Crew
14. Criminal, Fiona Apple
15. Sonny Came Home, Shawn Colvin
16. Bitersweet Symphony, The Verve
17. Champagne Supernova, Oasis
18. Sadness Part 1, Enigma
19. Losing My Religion, REM


There, now. I know at least one of you is clutching your ears crying [or at least, I expect he is...]

What do the rest of you think?

You Know That I'll Be Back

Hello, loves. The old Alecya is back, I promise. I'll try to keep scary Alecya in the closet. She's depressing, isn't she? Just a quick update, I have been looking and have has several job interviews so far. No offers. I have another one today. I have my fingers crossed. Also, I am going back to school, so I am getting all my ducks in a row there. In the meantime. Do you guys have anything you would like me to write about, or tell you? I am fresh out of ideas, being cooped up in a house for two weeks with nothing to do will do that to you...

My Cunt Is Built Like A Wound That Won't Heal

Ah. Feminism. Gives you a strong mental pictures doesn’t it? Women who don’t shave. Bra burning hippies. Man haters. Those are feminists. But as Ka rightly points out, [or maybe it was Spins] there is a very negative connotation with the word "feminist". Groups at my local college call themselves "post-modern feminists" meaning they have evolved from what they used to be.
To me, it matters very little. I don’t know what I am. I used to think I was a feminist. As I said on Ka’s blog though, the more I settle down into the lesbian version of married life, the more I worry I am not the feminist I used to be.
I can tell you, in a little manifesto, what I do believe.
Women are beautiful. Absolutely amazing. They can create life. They hold it inside their bodies. And when I child comes bawling and screaming into the world, it is her body that lets it go. It is her body that knows the timing and it is her body that nourished that child. Amazing. Absolutely amazing.
Looking at a woman, completely naked, is a beautiful experience. They’re soft. Curvy, Inviting. There is something mysterious and tantalizing about the way a woman looks, no doubt about it.
As far as dating goes, I think women should be able to chase the people they are attracted to. They should be aggressive and entice their lovers, if that is what they want. I think that a person (regardless of sex, really) should be able to pursue or be pursued as they wish. Are some women more likely to sit and wait for the right person to come along? I think so. Is it because they are women? No, its because it is their personality.
As far as rights goes, I think everyone should be equal, regardless. Plain and simple. Will it ever happen? No. But should it? Sure.
I think the thing that most feminists now do, and something I probably ought to do more of, is work to promote basic rights for women who cannot or do not have them, such as the women in third world countries who experience female circumcision. They help other women become more aware of their bodies and how they work. Help them to understand them and celebrate the parts of their body unique to them.
One feminist who really touched me explained to me that I should not dread my monthly cycle, but instead celebrate it as my body renewing itself should I choose to try and create life. I should appreciate it, and do things that make it feel pleasant, like eating cookies and chocolate or going for a massage.
I think there is a lot to appreciate about being a woman, hell, I have a tattoo that means as much. Still, I think there are too many women who do not appreciate their bodies or their own sex the way they should. I am one of them.
Still, that’s the beauty of being a woman, I always have more time to enjoy my body and explore it. Because its not going anywhere.

I'm All Out of Faith, This is How I Feel

Preface: this is a long, rather painful post. I imagine it is not pleasant to read [I just re-read it] and you might skip it for today. Go visit Pisser instead, if you are in the mood for a laugh. There’s no laughing here today.
Lets go:
I had a bad night last night. A really bad night. Remember, in that meme I did a few days ago, I told you about a feeling I get every once and a while? Where I feel like I have lost a vital part of me, or that I am terribly sad for no reason? I suppose it was that feeling I had, only it was amplified to a huge degree.
I was crawling into bed, and it seemed like all the feelings that I have been trying to hold in since I lost my job came crashing down over me. I feel like a failure, like I can’t ever make the right choice or do the right thing. I feel like I let everyone I love down. I feel like when I touch someone, I leave this nearly imperceptible mark and all these people are trying desperately to scrub every remnant of who I am and what I have done from their existence. I feel used, like I have been taken advantage of. I feel helpless. I feel foolish. I feel like hoping for something better is a waste, because there isn’t really anything better, is there? There’s only life, and disappointments and trying desperately to struggle through it, clinging to every support you can find, and hoping to god that you won’t let go. I feel like I am trying too hard, loving too hard, and I am completely empty now. There’s isn’t a thing left. I am completely hollow at this point.
I lay there, trying not to cry, trying to let Beloved sleep, and I felt like I was shaking all over. In my minds eye, all these things that have happened to me in the past, that I hate, and I hate thinking about kept rolling through my mind. I lay there for a few hours and relived all the things that have ever torn me up, seeing the people who have hurt me, and feeling these terrible feelings of guilt for all the things I have done, one after another.
It occurred to me, I am not a good person. I’m not. As much as I try to be, as hard as I work to be, as much as I would like to be, I am not. I am a selfish, ugly, angry person. I have an incredible amount of hate for the things that have happened to me and the people in my past who have hurt me. I don’t like myself most days. I keep telling myself that all the things that have happened to me happened for a reason, and I can use them to help others. But I don’t I keep going on, hating and being petrified of what each day brings with out any thought of how I could make someone else’s existence better by helping them using my past as a reference. I feel like a fraud, because I have somehow convinced all of you that I am an essentially good person. And I am not.
Needless to say, I haven’t slept well. In the light of the morning, I can say I know most of these things aren’t true. I can say that its how I feel when I am overwhelmed. I can say that these feelings will go away and I will feel better soon enough.
This morning, I want to make a step towards making amends for myself. I want to heal a bit. And I want to talk about something that has deeply affected me. I am going to pause, and let you guys check out now if you aren’t into dealing with painful issues. [Run, run now]
Still with me? Alright. Ladies [and I know guys too - just- not as often]
Rape. Its happened to so many of us, and it upsets me. The more women I meet the more I realize there are so many who have been invaded this way. There are a few things I want to say, and then I’ll let you go somewhere else and read something cheerful.
Its not your fault. No matter what you think, what situation you were in, where you were or why you think it happened. It is not your fault. Don’t blame yourself. No is no, stop is stop.
If you have been hurt, go talk to someone. A friend, a counselor, a therapist, a group for women who have been through it. But talk to someone. Find a way to move on. Find a way to not let it consume you. If you can, go to the police. There is no shame in what happened to you. You are a victim. If you know the person, stop knowing them , don’t go near them, stay away. If your friends object tell them why. Educate them. You’ll be protecting them from it happening to them too, no matter how angry or afraid you might make them.
Learn to fight back. Take a self defense course. Learn to defend yourself. Find places that are dangerous and avoid them. Go in groups to places like bars, or parties. Make a system for checking up on each other. Follow up with friends who have been gone a while. Don’t ever let a drunk friend leave with a stranger.
Learn that it is okay to say no - to your boyfriend, your husband, your date or your best friend. You don’t have to prove you love them. You don’t have to show them you care. You don’t owe them anything. Nothing at all. And if they tell you so they are lying, they are trying to take advantage of you. Your affection and your body are yours alone to give out, when and how you want. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Ever.
Go to the doctor. Make sure you haven’t been damaged in a permanent physical manner. Get treatment.
Love yourself. Its hard. It will hurt. The thoughts don’t go away. But love yourself anyway. Look at yourself in the mirror and say out loud all of the beautiful things about you. Your love for your children, how you volunteer, how you go to church. Whatever it is, recognize the beauty in yourself. You are still whole. You are still lovely. You are still a complete person.
Through strength we overcome adversity, right?
Really, this post was for me, and if you don’t know what to say, its alright. I don’t expect comments on this one. And I certainly don’t want you all to pity me. But this is my space, isn’t it, and if I can’t write honestly about myself here, to you, who don’t know me, how can I face it when the time comes in the real world?
I love you all, I really do.

I Ain't No Damsel In Distress

Alrighty, ladies. This one is for you. If you have not been to visit the lovely Ka at Grey City Manifesto, I've added her to my links. She's got a great feminist thing going right now and it makes me want to cheer. I forgot what its like to love being a woman.

I might need to go on about this tomorrow. Till then, go visit her, and tell her how much she rocks.

Pictures

Alright. I dont have last night's developed, but I have some of my tattoo pics done, so you can see those. The first one is the ones I originally had, on my lower back . This next one is of me getting my tattoo done, and no, I am not crying, but I am in a lot of pain. I nearly tore the head off that poor teddy bear. that fellow behind me is my artist, and he is actually a very good singer. His name is Jake. Jake let me stop him when I needed, and gave me a massage, so I wouldn't tense up. Nice guy, that.

[sorry if the text is off kilter, seems like blogger doesn't like me today - yep. Giving up formatting altogether..sorry, all] The third picture is of Mystery and I together before we got the work done. You can tell this because I am smiling, and don't look as though I am being tortured. Speaking of Mystery, isn't she a lovely lady? And [all you writers] she is the taskmaster behind my 80k NaNo run. The last pic is the new tatoo, although Beloved didn't get a great shot of it, so I will post a better one as soon as I have it...

My Evening Out

Well, pics are on their way, i promise. Its a good lookout Beloved remembered the camera, because I surely wouldn't have.

The evening was nothing like I expected. I'll tell you that. [Sorry, Flash, my girls were well behaved...]

We got out and met up with Superlegal, an old coworker of Beloved's and her husband Gamer. They had brought a friend of theirs I met once, D and seemed like they were all on their way to a good buzz when we got there.

Being the idiot that I was, I started drinking right away. [Whisky sours, for those who care] I had two in the space of about 15 minutes. Just then Bunny and Rabbit [who are friend's of Beloved that we've known for a while] showed up and gave me hugs and kisses. They went with Beloved to get another drink. When they came back Superlegal and I went to dance, because the music was really good.

Fast forward to about an hour later, I am still drinking and I probably shouldn't be. Saukura and his boyfriend [the only two out of the people I invited] show up and dance with us for a while. I get down to get a soda, and here's what I remember the rest of the night:

* I have at least two more drinks and am bought a shot by an old friend of mine I run into.
* Beloved gets angry when a cute girl looks like she is dancing with me, jumps up in my arms and pulls me off the other way.
* I run into another person I haven't seen in a while, a girl I used to have a thing for, before I met Beloved. Beloved tugs me in the other direction, I learn later everyone thought she was hitting on me [she was telling me how she used to have a crush on Beloved]
* Superlegal cuts me off, and Beloved does my birthday shot.
* I go to the corner of the bar with Gamer and try [try being operative] to talk to him in my drunken stupor. I know I mentioned I thought I was trashed and that it was weird seeing all the people I hadn't in a long time, I think I probably mumbled something about being in love with Beloved, as I am wont to do when I can't process coherent thought. The poor fellow is kind enough to put up with me until Beloved finds us.
* I get sick. [how emabrassing]
* I go to dance again, and Beloved is mad at me for some reason, when we go to get off the dance floor I slip on some broken glass. I do not cut myself, but do feel like a total fool. Someone helps me up while they flag down Beloved, who didn't even notice I wasn't behind her.
* Bunny and Rabbit take us home, I get a Happy Meal at McDonalds, Beloved gets Taco Bell
* I get home, eat my food, and get sick again.
* I fall asleep in my bed

Things I don't remember that must have happened:
*taking out my contacts
*taking off the tape
*removing my clothes
*saying goodbye to anyone
* paying the tab
* getting in the car

So, all in all, prbably not my most stellar night. I could, of course, lie and tell you all I had an excellent time and I was a lovely drunk, but then, that's not too honest. I'll just trust you to have a good laugh over all of it, and then remind me next time I say I am going to go out that I should prbably only have 2 drinks.

And yes, Swiss, I danced my heart out, as long as I was able, in any case.

WAiting for Tonight

Sorry Gladys. I know you probably don't like J.Lo either, huh? Well, I am not much a fan. Either way, going out tonight, obscene outfit and all. Have to use duct tape to keep my girls in...ouch. I'll post pics though. So, you wait, and maybe do that meme Iposted, and I'll tell you all about it when I come home tomorrow. So you know, love you all....

Taken Out of Context I Must Seem So Strange

Alright. I am really into this whole exposing myself to you thing. I loke the idea of getting to know you all, and showing you who I am. I have some questions for you, and of course, I will be more than glad to tell you the answers to them as well. Post them in my comments or on your blog, and email me to let me know you have.

1. Pick a lyric from a song that best describes you and your personality.
2. Have you ever been in love? How did you know?
3. Have you ever loved someone or something that would/could not love you back? How did you cope with it?
4. What is the feeling [emotion] you most dread or dislike having? Do you have it often?
5. If there was one moment in your life you could re-do, what would it be? Assume your life will still turn out the way it has.

by the way, the lie was the one about the ferris wheel. Despite my fear of heights, I think ferris wheels are great fun, and especially at night, when you can see a long distance and a large amount of lights.

My answers:
1. "I'll become what you became to me" from Black Balloon by the Goo Goo Dolls. I think I spend an inordinant amount of my energy trying to return to people the feelings they give me. In the case of people I dislike, this requires little or no energy. However, I do have a huge amount of energy expended on a regular basis trying to express to people who have effected me how much I appreciate it. This involves me trying to make those I love love me back, which doesn't always work. I think this is one of my major personality flaws.

2. I would say I have been in love several times. I catergorize love for, and being in love with a person by the following: passion for them that goes beyond sex, affection for them beyond what may be returned, a willingness to compromise more than you normally would, appreciation for ideas that goes beyond their agreement with your own, and willingness to sacrifice what is important to you for them. I believe that when you fall in love with a person, you will always love them in some small measure, whether you stay in love or not.

3. Yes I have. You suffer through it, you think about it, you love them anyway, and you, in time, find something you can love just as much- but not in their place.

4. Every once and a while I have an overwhelming feeling of emptiness likeI am missing something important or I have lost something very profound. It is a hollow feeling in my chest and an ache in my throat. It stings behind the eyes. I am generally overwhelmed by it all at once, and for no particular reason. I suppose you could call it meloncholy.

5. I had a friend who invited me to his prom when he graduated high school. He was a yar younger than me, and we had known eachother for several years. I knew very well he was in love with me. I drove up to his prom (in St. Louis, MO) and spent the evening with him. His friends didn't like me and at the afterparty they werehateful to the point of making me want to leave. I caught them doing drugs (I had never done them at that point) and I told him I wanted to go home. He offered to take me to his house, and stay there with me. I knew he wanted to go to bed with me, if only to sleep in my arms. He had told me as much. I left, without letting him kiss me goodbye. I have only talked to him once since then, on my 21st birthday - a mutual friend tricked him into getting on the phone with me so I could tell him I was sorry. He hasn't maintained contact with me over time, although I have tried. This was a choice he made, and I don't blame him. I knew I broke his heart as I was driving home, and still, I kept going. If I could do it over again, I would stay the night with him and tell him I loved him too, because I did love him very much. His friendship meant a lot to me, and losing it through my own selfishness, and hurting him the way I did. I regret it more than anything else I have ever done, and even if we were to never be friends, as we are now, I wish I would have told him that night how much he meant to me.

There. So I'd like to see what all of you think. your answers, I mean. I know you'll tell me what you think of me...

My love for you all tonight seems quite tender. I suppose it must be to want to share this stuff with you.

XO-AG

99 Truths and a Lie

I saw everyone has this, and I wanted to give it a whirl. I aslo thought it would be a good way for me to share more of myself with you. Of course, if you have any questions you want to know and I would be more than happy to answer them for you. Here we go then... 1. I am afraid of heights, but I love roller coasters
2. I love my tattoos and think that each of them mark something special about me
3. I sometimes let other people make decisions for me because I feel more free when they do
4. Spiders frighten me to death
5. I love snakes and the feel of them. I think they are beautiful creatures.
6. I love the feel of horse noses and once mentioned to someone that I would like a blanket made from them.
7. I think the feel of leather is nice, but the smell of leather is very sexy
8. I wear a lot of thong underwear because it makes me feel pretty, but I really enjoy laying about in boy cut briefs
9. I’ve nicked a piece of clothing from every person I have slept with more than once. With the exception of one, I have all of them still.
10. I love when I have long hair, but hate the effort.
11. My toes are very long and slightly crooked from all of the years I took ballet
12. I love riding motorcycles and would like to own one of my own some day
13. I prefer SUC’s to sports cars as a general rule, but if I were to pick a brand new car I would want a Mustang
14. I shared a bedroom with my brother growing up
15. I didn’t start puberty until I was a freshman in high school, I was 15. My mom would not let me shave until I did.
16. I was a cheerleader in Jr. High, and used scissors to shave my legs, to make them look halfway normal
17. I have very high arches, so I can run faster in a pair of high heels than I can in tennis shoes.
18. I wasn’t able to run a full mile until I was 21. I did it in 12 minutes, and I cried afterwards I was so proud
19. I failed Physical Education every year I was in elementary school because of my asthma
20. I had my own room for the first time when I was 12
21. I get very angry when I am not good at something
22. I’ve never broken a bone
23. I am terrible at math, and it frustrates me because I cannot understand why an equations will work
24. I love burning candles, especially scented ones, and my favorite smells to burn are cranberry, black cherry and mulberry
25. I hate the smell of vanilla, but love the taste of it
26. My favorite flavors are butterscotch, toffee and chocolate
27. I have never been on an air plane
28. I would like to learn how to speak Russian and German
29. I am addicted to lip gloss, and am always reapplying it
30. I like black teas better than green teas, and hot better than cold
31. I cry at the drop of a hat now that I am older, whereas a few yeas ago I never cried at all
32. I love yoga, but don’t do it often enough
33. I used to do drugs, but have been drug free for over 4 years now
34. I smoke a cigar when I go out to celebrate my birthday every year, but never any other time
35. I like to cook, but am terrible at making cakes
36. If I cold own any dog I would get a Great Pyrenees or an English Mastiff and let it live inside with me.
37. I cheat at cards if I know I won’t get caught
38. I love the game Trivial Pursuit, because I have an odd knack for remembering things that are unimportant to everyone but me
39. Sometimes I have dreams reliving the most unpleasant experiences in my past
40. My mom kicked me out at 18, and though I likely would have moved out anyway, I resent her for not allowing me the choice
41. I like to wrap presents
42. I love cuddling, and feel like being close and quiet is one of the most beautiful and intimate things you can do with a person
43. When I cry hard, my body shakes all over. I also shake hard when I am in pain.
44. When I did drugs, and hallucinated, it was always pink elephants.
45. I am afraid of needles
46. I can smell the rain before it comes, even in the city, and even though I do not have a very good sense of smell
47. I had a girl friend when I was little who I would spend the night with and we would take baths together and wash each other. Everyone I know thinks this is odd, but I would have continued doing it except she moved away. We were both 13 or so.
48. I have an unhealthy fascination with knives, and would collect them were the kind I like not illegal in my state.
49. I think of my grandfather as my father
50. I have not seen my biological father since I was 4
51. I have slept with both men and women, in nearly equal amounts
52. I have only struck one person in anger in my entire life.
53. I love taking pictures of things, but am not very good at it
54. The times I feel most beautiful are when I am dancing and when I am singing. I am very good at both.
55. My favorite pair of boots make me 6' tall, which I think is the perfect height for me
56. I used to be anorexic
57. I wore a training bra until I was 20
58. I did pageants when I was in high school at my mother’s insistence, and I still have all my dresses. I never won.
59. My favorite flowers are cupid’s dart, purple roses and forget me nots.
60. I’ve never been on a ferris wheel, I am afraid of falling from the top chair.
61. I have an borderline unhealthy obsession with sex, and I think about it more than I should.
62. I hate that I have crooked teeth, but refuse to get braces, because I think they are ugly and would hurt too much
63. I think braces are sexy on other people, especially men
64. I used to sing with my area’s regional opera.
65. I know how to hypnotize myself, I learned how to in my advanced psychology class in school
66. My bedroom walls are dark red, and the rest of the room is black and white. These are my three favorite colors.
67. I drive a truck, and driving a car makes me nervous that I am going to be rear ended.
68. I can’t stand my mother, but feel guilty that I do not like her
69. I am a self taught swimmer
70. I feel like I am an average looking person
71. I am legally blind without my glasses, and I have to special order my contact lenses because of how high the prescription is
72. I think three things show what kind of person you really are - pain, fear and grief
73. I think living through those three things can be a beautiful experience, and change a person for the better.
74. My family resents me for not coming to the hospital the night my Grandfather died. He had told me not to come, we had talked about it previously.
75. They moved my grandfather to a new cemetery when he had been buried two years. Neither place were the ones he wanted to be laid to rest at. I resent my family for being selfish about it.
76. I wear mens socks because I think they are more comfortable.
77. I have a strong sense of empathy and sometimes can feel when people I love are suffering, though I am sometimes unsure why I feel it.
78. I used to have a guinea pig named Xerxes
79. I love Star Wars but detest Star Trek, a fact that makes Beloved crazy, she is a devoted trekkie
80. I cannot sleep without complete darkness in a room
81. When I was a little girl I would lay next to my door and read by the light of the living room up the hall when I was supposed to be in bed.
82. I don’t like having women as friends, as a general rule, because I have learned that they are untrustworthy and competitive.
83. I get along better with men, as a general rule, and find it easier to work with them as well.
84. I love all kinds of music, and like to just lay and listen to it when I am feeling stressed.
85. I love taking baths, and will stay in until I wrinkle up and have to run more hot water.
86. I am going back to school, and will get a writing degree, although it will not be the kind I would like to get
87. I love school, and am happiest when I learn new things
88. When I was single, I would go to cemeteries to relax in the afternoon because I felt like it put things in perspective
89. I want to have a wedding in a terribly romantic place, most likely outside in the summer
90. This is likely something that will never happen, so I look at wedding dresses that are completely impractical for the occasion
91. Although I am in a committed relationship with someone who loves me, I always get the feeling I am going to either be left or spend my life alone. It doesn’t bother me.
92. I am a very devoted friend, and believe that once I love someone, I love them without reserve or reason. Even if it only makes sense to me.
93. I never let Beloved read my writing because I am afraid she will hate it and I will quit writing all together
94.My favorite animals are otters, because of how playful and graceful they are. I go to our zoo specifically to watch them.
95. My favorite things to drink are strait whisky and strait scotch.
96. I love to read, and have a bad habit of getting lost in the books I read and tuning out everything else.
97. If I was able to visit anywhere, I would go on a European tour, but would specifically want to see Italy, England and Germany.
98. I prefer to be hot than to be cold
99. I love swimming in lakes, although I just discovered this about a year or two ago.
100. The three words I would use to describe myself are loving, paranoid and lusty

Ouch

Alright. I don't have pics of the tattoos developed yet, but I will soon, I promise.

I did go and get it last night. Mystery, Charlie Brown and Beloved came with me. We had to wait for a while, so I taught them to play "bs" the card game and we also had a few rousing games of "go fish" before we decided to go grab a bite. The artist told me he would do Mystery and I after he finished the other person, who was getting a huge pair of wings tattooed on her back.

We went to the local deli and I had a potato with pot roast and carrots. Mmm. I wont bore you with eeryone's order. I think we bored Beloved to death with our ideas for books, television shows and discussions about our high school math classes. (Beloved, I should mention, is quite cool and was a jock in high school as well as the homecoming queen. I don't know how she ended up with a nerd like me...)

After we went back we had another few rounds of "go fish" and it was my turn [I also should add, I can play nearly every variation of whist and poker known to man, they can't though, hence the boring games...]

I got really nervous all of a sudden, and had the obligitory jokes about pain and old age. I was also nervoous because normally i straddle a chair and hold on to it. This time I just sat to the side of it and propped my shoulders to the side of it.

now, I have a pretty decent pain tolerance. But let me say. OUCH!!! it hurt so bad. I didn't remember it being so painful. Of course, Beloved didn't know she could talk to me, so I sat in silence while i got it done, short the few moments I complimented my artist on his singing [Alice Cooper, in case you were curious]

Once done, Mystery took her turn, and wow, she didn't even flinch. She got hers on her forearm, and it wasn't the Lorax, but I won't spoil what it is just yet until she posts it on her blog, because I suspect we have some common readers. Hers turned out very nicely, and of course, we have some shots of us together, in the parlor.

I bled a lot, and I waited until about 11pm to take the bandage off. Beloved had to help me clean it. I can't reach it myself.

Anyways. thank you all for the well wishes yesterday. It made my birthday. I hope to get the pics up soon, probably around the same time I get my pics from the party this weekend, so all of you can see my obscene outfit. Everyone seemed wuite excited at the prospect....Swiss, Flash and Spins...goddness, what's gotten into you three? ;)

lots of love until later....
AG

Its My Party

Yep. Its my birthday. Woohoo. I am excited. I am 24 today.

I get to go get my new tattoos tonight, which I will duly document and post, so you can see me when I am not smiling, but in copious amounts of pain for the sake of my own vanity [it happens more than you think]. This also means you get to finally see the other ones on my back. You will also get to see a pic of Mystery, my ML for NaNo, who is coming with me, and getting a tattoo as well. She's getting the Lorax on her hip. If you don't know the lorax, google him. He's excellent.

Hope you are all having a lovely day. Of course, I am going out for my birthday this weekend. So if you want to come dancing with us we will be headed here: http://www.marthascomplex.com if you want to come along. I've selected an incredibly obscene outfit for the occasion, so it should be fun. [I'll be wearing my boots, even]

Hugs and kisses to you all-
AG

Say My Name, Say My Name

By the way, kiddies...my name is pronounced A-Lee-See-Ya. SImialr to the regular Alicia, pronounced A-leesh-a. No "SH" though.

'Cause That's Just Who I am This Week

Happy New Years everyone. I suppose we've all recovered from our celebrating at this point. I am certainly better for the new year starting. I know most of us were looking forward to starting fresh.

I had a bit of an epiphany this weekend, and I want to share it. (that,s right, sit down...)

I feel like I haven't been making myself happy. I am fortuante to have a very full life. I have someone I care about who cares about me as well. I took a chance with Nano and ended up wtih a lot of new friends and a lot of inspiration that I wouldn't have had otherwise. I have also been a lot happier since I started blogging, and I think that is because I can get my ideas off my chest and get feedback on occasion.

Still, I have also allowed myself to become lazy. I am not as happy as I could be because I am comfortable where I am. I have not wanted to do anything to interrupt the day to day activities in my life for fear of unpleasant repercussion. Because of that, I think I have misse dout on a lot of good things for myself. And that's something I want to change.

So, I listed a bunch of things I want to do for myself this year, and it seems like a long list of resolutions, but I flatter myself in thinking on occasion you'll help to remind me what I want for myself, because I tend to lose track of it.

This year, I will:
1. Give my honest opinion, even if I know I will be disagreed with, and possibly rebuked for my opinion
2. stand up for myself
3. be healthier
4. Live the way I want to, not the way others expect me to
5. Become more confident
6. Learn to love and respect myself
7. Write
8. Consider myself when I make decisions
9. Not fight things I cannot change
10. Live without regret for my actions
11. Love the people I care for without reserve or excuse
12. Tell someone when they hurt of anger me
13. Be proud of the things I accomplish, however small
14. Be honest with myself
15. Not allow myelf to be taken advantage of
16. Appreciate my own beauty, inside and out
17. Demonstrate to my friends that I love and appreciate them
18. comfort the people I can
19. Be honest and supportive to those I cannot comfort
20. Not ingnore my feelings and intuition

a lot of these will be very hard for me to do, and I expect I will blog form time totime about the pain I cause myself in trying to do these things, but I think they are important, and I want to give it a try. I feel as if I have been asleep a very long time. Its time for me to wake up at last.

For the record, the support you all have shown me in the last 5 months, and especially the last week or so has meant the world to me. Its nice to know that there is someone out there, however far away, that's cheering for you.

I have great love and appreciation for all of you. I honestly do.

With love, and hope-
AG