Passing along...
Please consider doing the same.

"Do you need a dog: Dairyland Greyhound Racetrack, Kenosha, WI closing on Dec. 31, 2009. 900 Greyhounds need adopting, or will be euthanized. Great family dogs. They have been crated most of their lives and sleep ~18 hours a day. Dogs are tested for cat, small dog friendly and multiple dog homes. Please CROSS POST, we only have 6 weeks. P: 312.559.0887 Or Dairyland Race Track Adoption Center at (262) 612-8256"

So it's been coming up in conversation (seemingly everywhere!) how people feel about bisexuality.
( Frank discussion ahead. )
Be honest.
NO FLAME-WARS, intelligent and respectful debate ONLY. No petty insults. Respect each other's opinions, but feel free to discuss them and offer opposing viewpoints.


I'd particularly like to hear from non-bi people on my f-list, straight or gay.

Since I've moved up to DC, I have no need for my car.

As much as I LOVE the car (LOVE), it's just not needed anymore and at this point, it's costing me money to keep paying for the insurance on it.


Also, I'm going to be going back to school, and I'd like to have some money put away for tuition to start off with.


So, it's with a mechanic friend of mine in Pinellas county who is trying to help me sell it.


It's a 2002 Mitsubishi Galant ES with airbags, ABS, power steering, under 80k miles, blue paint job, and in IMPECCABLE mechanical condition. It drives like a dream, HIGHLY reliable, great gas mileage, practically new tires, recently received routine upkeep service (oil change, etc) and really fun to drive too. Even the factory-installed stereo kicks ass.

Seriously, this is a great ride and I hate to let it go.


I'm willing to let it go for $4500 OBO (less than the current Kelly Blue Book value) and if you message me, I will put you in touch with my friend to take a look at it and make a deal.


Thanks, and please pass it on to anyone who you think might be interested.

Anyone know where to find a satin/silk/jacquard/brocade human-sized collar online?
Or perhaps where to have a custom one made?

Seems like if one doesn't want leather, vinyl, rubber, or metal, you're shit outta luck. :P

(Did I mention that I lack all but the most basic of sewing skills?)

I exist!

And not even in the most tenuous of senses.

For reals, even!

I've been absent from LJ-land for quite awhile, but there's good reason, I promise.

Needless to say, I left Florida in mid-June. I am now in northern Virginia, about a half hour from DC, staying with my folks.

It's a reaaaaaaaaaaaally long story, but I do promise to fill in the blanks within the next day or two in a friends-only entry.

With cuts. Lots of 'em.

But all is well... better than it has been in years, in fact, and I am very glad to be back.

I am sorry for everything I might've missed in your LJs in the meantime.
So... anyone still around... how're you?

<3

Ok, it's a small silly thing, but something that really pleased me.

I was thrilled to discover while just playing around today that I can FINALLY do a layback (like a standing backbend) better, achieving a nice clean 90 degree angle.

And then I discovered that I COULD bring my arms up and then back without losing my balance or wavering at all.

And then I discovered that I could pull myself back up slowly and gracefully using just my abs to do it, and it looked good and not at all awkward.

AND THEN!!!

I discovered that I could easily descend to my knees while still holding the bend in my back and without compromising the positioning of my arms.


Baby steps, man. Baby steps.

Subject:

These pants, which I just got.


Mood:



.... Good pants.

I had a conversation with a friend online last night, and the subject of fear came up.

More specifically, some serious baggage he has about women and relationships. The guy, like many of us, has been hurt, used, taken for granted, cast aside, betrayed, passed over, and many of the other steaming pile of shit side dishes on the Buffet of Romantic Calamity.(tm)

He's certainly not the only one of my dear ones that's experienced this somewhat recently, and I'm not even talking about me (although there is that too.) Since he's had his fill of them (so to speak), he's remarkably fearful and tentative about entering into new relationships now.

He's allowed it to some degree or another sabotage new opportunities and potential intimate friendships, even though he's quite lonely and desiring of companionship.

A crappy Catch-22, to be sure.

So I played the voice of reason and as I am completely incapable of taking my own brilliant advice from time to time, I figured it was prudent to write about it, so perhaps it gets pounded into my immediate consciousness.
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It's currently 36 degrees outside. FEELS-LIKE temp is 25.

There's a severe wind chill warning.

WTF?

Sam The Sham And The Pharaohs

LI'L RED RIDING HOOD (Ronald Blackwell)

Owoooooooo!
Who's that I see walkin' in these woods?
Why, it's Little Red Riding Hood.
Hey there Little Red Riding Hood,
You sure are looking good.
You're everything a big bad wolf could want.
Listen to me.

Little Red Riding Hood
I don't think little big girls should
Go walking in these spooky old woods alone.
Owoooooooo!

What big eyes you have,
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad.
So just to see that you don't get chased
I think I ought to walk with you for a ways.

What full lips you have.
They're sure to lure someone bad.
So until you get to grandma's place
I think you ought to walk with me and be safe.

I'm gonna keep my sheep suit on
Until I'm sure that you've been shown
That I can be trusted walking with you alone.
Owoooooooo!

Little Red Riding Hood
I'd like to hold you if I could
But you might think I'm a big bad wolf so I won't.
Owoooooooo!

What a big heart I have-the better to love you with.
Little Red Riding Hood
Even bad wolves can be good.
I'll try to be satisfied just to walk close by your side.
Maybe you'll see things my way before we get to grandma's place.

Little Red Riding Hood
You sure are looking good
You're everything that a big bad wolf could want.
Owoooooooo! I mean baaaaaa! Baaa?

bindusara's getting a package delivered today.


MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

... have one of those weird occurrences where you talk to someone for the first time, and it feels like meeting up with someone familiar to you that you haven't seen in years and years and it's almost a strange relief? It feels like deja vu of getting hit in the face with a frying pan.

Yeah.

I'm glad for my new friend. :)

Not sure how happy I am about this...

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The Patron Saint's Heart

Dependent, Realistic, Passionate, Indulgent


You are the most protective of hearts, the Patron Saint. You crave love and value harmony with your match. You are passionate and rambunctious, but at the same time you are observant and down-to-earth about your relationships. You care deeply for those you love and will watch over them as a guiding light. You are sensual and enjoy the fiery aspects of a relationship, but can also be needy and value you and your partner as one. For this reason, you will always be on guard to protect those you love.


Matches for the Patron Saint:


The Bleeding Heart

The Bleeding Heart craves love just as much as you do, and value harmony just as you. They are also passionate. Bleeding Hearts are more idealistic in their views, but you can very well appreciate such views, even if you don't agree with them. Bleeding Hearts need to be looked after, and will value a Patron Saint for being there for them<.br>

The Lonely Heart

The Lonely Heart shares all of your qualities, but is more intimate than passionate compared to you. However, this is a quality you can easily appreciate, and the Lonely Heart will cherish your protective and loving nature.


The Slave to Emotions

The Slave to Emotions shares your neediness and need for harmony in a relationship, but is more idealistic than you and values intimacy over passion. Both of these qualities you can appreciate, however, and the Slave will very much so appreciate your concern for them and will value your love greatly.


The Soldier of Fortune

The Soldier of Fortune is like you in ever way, though is a more self-absorbed and forthright than you are. You may appreciate such candor, and find that being with someone more explicit is a worthy challenge.




Your exact opposite is The Rebel's Heart.




Avoid Independents if you can. You are the type who needs someone to love you as much as you love them, and the Independent's tendency to be more of a loner can be difficult for you as a protector to take. Explicits may also be difficult for you to put up with, however, if you are willing to work at them (and being an indulgent you very well may be), you can make such relationships work. You might be the heart that is easiest to get along with, and can create a bond with anyone.

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Link: The Heart Test written by AaronJJ on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test View My Profile(AaronJJ)

Remember the Chris Crocker "LEAVE BRITNEY SPEARS ALONE!" nonsense?

History geeks will appreciate this, I'm sure.

(Warning: If your knowledge of Henry VIII comes from watching "The Tudors" *although I love that show, historical accuracy fudgings and all*, this will contain spoilers for you of what happens to Anne later on.)

From Pirate Fair! I'd only been learning fire for a few weeks at that point, so nothing super-duper-fancy, but I'm proud of myself and very happy.

That's me in the middle, using fans, while Asia and Leah used swords.



Be gentle.

I told my mother on the phone today essentially what I wrote here last night, and in a moment of sadness and weakness, told her I felt like I was living with my heart perpetually in my throat.

Her reply was "And that's why you have such a pretty singing voice. That's why you have to sing all the time, even just to yourself. ESPECIALLY to yourself."

... I manage to astound even myself with my total inability to follow my own advice.

Seriously. But only sometimes, fortunately.

But on another note, it's been just over a week since Lloyd and I split for good. And yes, it still hurts. On some level, it will always hurt and will be a source of disappointment and disillusionment. Everything that happened, I mean. I don't hate him. I will likely never be able to hate him.

I will probably always adore him deeply. He was a great love of my life, one of a great deal less than a tiny handful, and a member of our family that has moved out of it. Part of him will always be in my soul, forever.

And it hurts like a motherfucker.
More than bamboo shoots under the fingernails.
More than a lifetime of lemon juice on paper cuts.
More than a Michael Bolton/Yanni mashup when you're stuck in an elevator.

But after all the bitterness, anger, and disappointment has completely passed (and it's still passing... it's still very fresh), the thing that will stay is my compassion for the journey he has to make to become who he needs to be.

The fact that I know it means that it's imminently within sight.

Which I've been told by many of the people who love me and have been sticking by me in this means that I'm the "bigger person" in all of this.

Compassion, even after hurt and betrayal of this magnitude, does not make me the bigger, better person in this situation. It's not a frigging contest of moral and ethical superiority. It never was.

What it is, in fact, is what has proven to me when I had my doubts (and oh boy, did I) that I am not, in fact, irretrievably broken. I'm still me. I'm still somewhat intact. I'm still alive, and still have my humanity.

As much as it hurts more than anything ever to make myself say it...

I'M GOING TO BE OKAY.


And I've been far more social in the past week than I can recall being almost ever. I've been out or doing something every night for the last week, and it's afforded me an opportunity to make new friendships and to cultivate potential ones that have been on the fringe in the past, but never really reached their full.

And now I am. And it's awesome. It's beginnings growing up out of the debris of a tremendous ending.

There's something very very beautiful about that. Acknowledging something like that, knowing it for what it is, and embracing it. It's cathartic.

A tree DOES grow in motherfuckin' Brooklyn after all. Go fig.

And more than that, I am having to learn to better manage what is both my greatest gift and my greatest potential liability:

That I feel deeply and intensely. I experience deeply and intensely. When I find something that legitimately feeds my soul, it becomes a staple of my diet, and I do not compromise upon it. I embrace it wholeheartedly and draw from every tiny bit of beauty, truth, and power that comes from it. It gets grafted to my marrow. It becomes a rung on the double-helix ladders of my DNA. It gets in my blood.

It's the reason that I've gone through 4 copies of Jeff Buckley's Grace album in 6 years.

I cannot lose it. I cannot live my life being afraid of it. Will not. Life is too precious and goddamn short. I cannot be made to apologize for it. I am just grateful that I have people in my life who are willing to not only withstand it, but love me for it instead of in spite of it.

Moderation and subtlety have never been my strongest suits, and yet I am learning them. But even then, I am savoring the experience.

And it doesn't feel like cheating yet.