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Its a Small World....
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Jun 19, 2005 2:40 am
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...so, my friend Keith drags me out to Zeitgeist (read old timey SF institution patio-having pot-smoking Pabst-Blue-Ribbon drinking dive bar with HUGE clientele)to celebrate his friend's birthday. Fine fine. We walk in and he grabs this woman and starts swinging her around and I am thinking "Huh, that looks like my bud Jen, my friend Darin's ex wife. Funny." and of course it is.
If you recall my blogging about the great wedding I attended a few weeks back, Jen was a prime mover in that event. And it is pretty odd to know that she knows my friend Keith. Small world.
Now that %$$#@ song is stuck in my head...fie on you Sherman brothers!!
(hush now. I only know that they wrote it because of a &^%$ story on NPR today about earworms)
I have to quote two funny moments....well, I'll quote one. I am somewhat "Attitude Adjusted" so I'll refrain from rambling.
Let me just quote myself out of context, and just say that the people in the conversation nodded sagely then cracked the hell up after I said it:
"Dude. More than five pimps: Vegas."
Stumbling off to bed...I have an 11: 00 AM meeting a 12-2:30 PM meeting, and a rehearsal from 3: 00-8: 00 for a staged reading that is happening on my birthday and then again two days later.
How do I get myslef into this...
(I'm gonna leave any intoxi-typoes for the edification of my newly discovered typo feitshist...love it, Daddy!!)
~M{=}
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I'M GOING TO.................................
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Jun 18, 2005 2:37 pm
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.....Kaaaaansas City.....Kansas City, here I come...
Yep. Random and insane, but I got a pretty sweet flight / hotel deal.
I love hotels.
Anyhoo, there's the Sixth Annual Kansas City Kansas Street Blues Festival! next weekend!!
And there are some people talking trash about Kansas City being the BBQ capital of the world or something.
I love meat.
My decision has nothing, nothing at all to do with a certain blogger who has offered me a hot oil massage. Nope. Never thought to exploit that for a second, so shut up about it already.
Whee!!
{=}
Mollena
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Of Tears and Mares and Buns and New Friends...
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Jun 17, 2005 9:06 am
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Popeyes fried chicken is Very Good. I picked some up on the way to my friend Rocelyns house. She was sad because her brother flipped the fuck out about her newfound romance with a friend of his. What the hell is up with guys anyway
?
We chatted about all sorts of stuff, and about her situation, and about why I am occasionally Bull in a china shop-ish about my approach to my and others emotional states.
I got a voice mail, even though my phone was sitting in front of me. What the hell
signal drop? Whatevah. It was from one of my ALT buddies, someone Id not spoken with yet in person, but was considering visiting their neck of the woods for my retreat. I finished the more intense part of my conversation before returning their phone call. I called them, had a GREAT conversation, and it looks like I have a destination for my impromptu writers retreat next week. Fingers crossed
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Post phone call, the conversation got pretty intense with Rocelyn
she was feeling bad about her brothers outburst and her intense newfound attachment
I wound up holding her while she cried. I made an effort to talk her down
reminding her that she WAS worthy of a man who treated her as well as this man has, and that it was OK to feel love for someone, and that she wasnt crazy to want that. I think it helped.
One of her roomies came home late, and the three of us had a pretty intense talk about the intricacies of M/F relationships. And also about my fucking script, which I need to write. I floated a few of my more insane themes past them, and they seemed to think that they were Fucking cool so I guess Ill go forward.
I got a text message from xLilithx that her new mare, DarkGoddess was now with her, and the stallion was all over her. Well, duh!!  What horse could resist?? 
I Wound up crashing on the couch
the buses from their neck of the city are extinct late night. I didnt want to spring for another cab, so I figured it was best to take her up on the crash offer.
Plus, the couch IS comfy
I wok at about 6 AM, which is simply bizarre for me. But then I realized it was not my choice to wake that early
my intestines had A Situation, and it was Time To Deal With It. Fair enough.
Roce was getting ready for work (how do people get up that early EVERY DAY?!?!?!) so I figured Id leave too.
I took a bus across town, went to my bank to deposit my check from Berkeley Rep for my understudy gig (yeah
it was SO not adequate compensation
$150.00
for all the mental anguish, but now I have it on my resume, so whatevah) and decided to walk the last half mile home, since it was not worth it to wait for a bus.
Café Tartín was open, and I remembered that Julie was very much a fan of their Morning Buns. I figured, well, it is the morning, so they will prolly still have them. There werent any ready, so I grabbed a soy latté and a paper and waited. Half an hour later, there they were, ready to go.
I took the bus over to Julies house, let myself in, left the buns in the kitchen, and came home.
Id just gotten back, listening to Maroon 5 on my phone when I got a call. What, are you the pastry fairy?!?! Julie asked. I was still morning-dumb, so I was all Um
I remembered you liked the buns, so I brought you some.
Now I am going back to sleep for a bit.
I gotta get up later and book my trip to
well
Ill let you know later. Itll be my little secret for now. Hm, well, my and my ALT buddys secret. If they wanna out themselves before I do, that is fine 
{=}
Mollena
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YEP, there ARE absolute slaves.
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Jun 16, 2005 7:54 pm
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I am riffing on [blog mikayla]'s post about absolute slavery. She quoted an article about slavery, and was incredulous that anyone would actually "go there" The type of absolute slavery described therein is an EXTREME model, no two fucking ways about that.
<-----Viola (Vi) Johnson (pictured at the left) is one of the Matriarchs of the Leather community. I had the honor of meeting her once, and hearing her speak. Her story is amazing, shocking, illuminating, thoughtful and will blow your pants off. after reading her autobiographical book To Love, To Obey, To Serve I said to myself "Nope, absolute slavery is not my cup of tea." and shifted my thinking and how I presented my desires to potential partners.
I think it should be required reading for all people who say they are looking for a "TRUE" (UGH!! HATE THAT WORD) M/s relationship, and all those people cybering and flitting around typing W/we and Y/you. ~^~
When you read about this woman working herself nearly to death to support the lifestyle of the woman to whom she's dedicated herself, regardless of thought to her own health, when you read of her dedication....tell me you'd put yourself in her league.
One of my dearest friends in the community and one of my Mentors also was Lifestyle Absolute Slave. From her I learned, real time, what it really means to totally give yourself to another person, what trust that takes, and why it is a chouse you sure as fuck had better make with open eyes. If you google "Teramis slavery" you'd find your way into her site, and some of her writings.
SO, yes, it happens. But from what I have seen rare indeed is the master or mistress who is honorable, strong and bloody together enough to property maintain Absolute Slavery.
...look at how badly absolute slavery degraded slaveowners back in the day. Would you really want to be that person? Absolute power, as they say, corrupts absolutely...
Peace
~Mollena
(slavish but not slave)
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Rain, Sheep on wheels, and too much whacking off.
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Jun 16, 2005 5:05 pm
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It is raining and chilly here.
Both of which are conspiring to keep me from running an errand I need to do, and drive a stuffed sheep-on-wheels back to the South Bay.
This is a long story; I dont wish to rehash it. Suffice to say, it is a typically odd sort of errand to have to run.
I am at home, supposed to be working on my outline, of course not doing it because I am feeling too poky and depressed.
I wish this rain would let up...I don't like taking walks in chilly rain. Warm rain, now...I love LOVE walking in summer rain when it is hot, and you are soaked to the skin.
Last time I did that was when I was in Reno, at this Swinger's Convention. (No, I wasn't swinging. I was hired by a desperate desperate man as a "Pussy For The Door", since he couldn't get a date.) Anyway, it was hot in Reno, and on the second night the sky just opened up and it poured rain. I took off my shoes and walked around the resort...swimming in the pool, watching the rain falling on the surface of the water from under the water, walking around in my bathing suit and a sarong while all of the middle aged and older white men and their fake tan silicone enhanced trophy wives tottered around the hotel lobby.....
I like that.
This, on the other hand, is chilly SF summer rain. Not nice to walk in, not for me.
What am I on about....
Anyway, last night I had a really nice dinner with my friend, but then she got upset because I said that I think it is a totally pussy thing to do when people let other people steamroll over them, without saying anything, and just internalize it. I also added insult to injury by inferring that "worrying about people" is useless and, frankly, that I hate it when people "worry" about me. I mean, being concerned about a fiend and offering support is one thing, but when I hear people "worrying about me" I assume that there are conversations in hushed tones that pretty much amount to gossip, and then nothing constructive is gained. I wasn't trying to make some passive aggressive statement about her, because goddess knows she has confronted me on some of my shit in the past. This is a quandary, though. I mean, thing is, if I DID have some heacy0duty shit to lay out, can I expect my friends to take it and make it some bad thing?
No one likes to be told, "Look you fucked up or "This thing you do makes me crazy". Last time I did, I wound up getting a scathingly catty e-mail from my roomie / friend. But that is the risk I have to take. The alternative is that I have ulcers, high blood pressure, freak out, drink too much, eat too much, you get the picture. I'd SO much rather hear the hard things, be upset, get over it, and move on.
But, as it has been said, I "feel too much" and it sometimes can be overwhelming for people in my path.
Goddess. I am a mess, ain't I?
xLilithx made the fatal error of reminding be about all of the hentai porn I bought a few months back. Now I am all up in the second DVD of La Blue Girl and feel like a big old pervert. When I get down there, Lil, swear to goddess I am trying your hands together, making you watch all three DVDs, and not letting you touch yourself. Take that, Little Miss Tough Girl.
I pulled a prank on a friend of mine
.wed had a long running battle about who would kick whose ass: General Zod or Ming The Merciless. I am a firm Zod believer, he keeps talking some shit about hawk men or money men or whatever the fuck Ming has going on. He refused to bow to my infallible logic that, unless in the face of a red sun, Zod would crush Ming like a cape-wearing-mustache-twirling bug. SO, a few months ago, I found these stickers on a website called, appropriately, kneelbeforezod. Then, I bided my time. He just moved, and when we went to his place to watch Sifl & Olly, I snuck a KNEEL BEFORE ZOD sticker on his toiled seat lid. In your FACE, Keith.
The four-legged DarkGoddess is about to arrive at Liliths ranch
..yay!
OK, gotta go
.on chat with DeepBlueNothing and xLilithx and the gossip is espicy good
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Looking for suggestions...AGAIN :-)
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Jun 15, 2005 8:43 pm
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I am sending this message out to a few friends and here, because why the hell not.
I was idly scanning the travel sites, thinking "OK, where can I go and hole up all day writing, then maybe escape to check out a new city / town / whatever in the evenings?"
Travelocity, Orbitz and PriceLine all have these really decent specials on mid-week travel, so it looks as though I could get a hotel and flight for not a lot of moolah. If one of you blog buddies is gonna to be in town someplace cool, or live someplace interesting (and when I say "interesting", I would include a BBQ cook off, Jazz festival, corn maze, garlic hootenanny, monster car show or rodeo) and especially if you live in a hub city(I have no idea if Kansas City MO is a hopping town, or, frankly, what goes on in most of this country, but shit... everybody has cheap flights there...and to Denver....go figure...) drop me a line. I am probably just going to ole up for the next week, then try to get away sometime between June 24th and 29th.
Hm....could go to Sea World and observe the wild animal Gulag....or maybe to Disney Land to ride that ride that killed that kid....(or didnt)
or maybe to Ohio and shake my finger at the Elections Officials....the possibilities are endless!!
{=}
Mo
PS = if the place you are suggesting is ALREADY hotter than Satan's woolen-underpants-wearing-leather-pants-encased-asscrack, I'll pass. I get freaky over 95°
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UGH. This SUCKS!!!!
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Jun 15, 2005 4:38 pm
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So the friend's house I was going to retreat to for my retreat is, it turns out, FINALLY after months of them being there going to undergo the renovation to the In-Law unit I was going to be staying in. They are building a private bathroom, so that you don't have to go around to the main home. Which is great!! But means that there will be contractors swarming around all week  Having to be at work this week and having so much to do this past weekend shoved my plans around. And my friends are being super sweet and offering to let me work in his office during the days, etc, but I would feel so underfoot...I don't know.
I am not having a good day. This is the last thing I needed....I could still take them up on the offer, but I had in my head how things were going to be, and the situation just isn't optimal anymore.
I want to stomp around and cry and kick something. Pretty fucking mature, no??? 
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What the heck....isn't spring over?!?!
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Jun 15, 2005 3:18 pm
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yet another friend head over heels for some guy...is there a love pandemic against which I was inoculated somehow?!?!
It is just becoming hilarious in some darkly slippery way. I expect a wedding announcement from my stupid-ass-ex-boyfriend The Vanilla Pizza Guy any second now.
Excuse me while I go answer the 4 messages I have received today from people who think I am interesting.....none of whom is closer than 3000+ miles away. Zoiks! Why do people bother!!!???
For the record, Rocelyn, I hope this guy works out....Tazzie, you too..and you, big guy...RoughOne1961, you obviously have been living your life right to have 2 wonderful women in it.
{=}
~Mo
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