queers, poems and shadowplay

mmmm i had so many things to say about yesterday and in the bleary morning wiht mascara smudgy on my face and my body feeling the smallest twinge of dancing for hours, i feel strangely less talkative. or would it be typative.
anyway.
the open mic was good last night. i liked the energy and i liked the talent. for some reason it was my walk down memory lane night of hosting as i was like this is red - i first saw him read in 1995, insert small story here, and this is jim, we featured together in 1998, etc etc. and then the feature read some hot shit that got me all flustered and it is rare that i can actually focus on erotica when it is being read aloud at an open mic but man, she just got in right under my radar and had me focused and then flushed and well we al know how that particular chain reaction works.

rushed to sephora pre-open mic with borgrrl to get a replacement for my fave lipstick because yes i AM that much of a girl and i decided that i NEEDED it immediately. but no luck for monkeys, they either moved the brand or stopped selling the stuff. now the internet searching begins.

post open mic me and some LJ enhanced open micers went to shadowplay. less crowded than i expected but the dancers that were there were having fun. this super cute tarty girl kept shaking her ass in borgrrls face. it reminded me of how peacocks shake their feathers around, strut strut shake strut strut shake. really, it was great. jen rau met us there and we tried to channel some serious dance greatness, and mainly just channelled a good time and some makers mark. kept it light though. the bad rebel girl i want to get into som trouble and adventure kind of feeling was strong with me last night. thankfully, there was no real trouble to be had, just some flirty playful snarky looks between friends.

the wonderful rich was outside when we left and i slurred all over him how much i miss our crazy nights. walking away rau i laughed, if we had stuck with him just now we would've stayed out until 8am. yes, it is true. he as fellow virgo does inspire me to let go of taking care of everyone and being responsible and insteasd just rock out and enjoy myself, which truth be told, often leaves me somewhere watching the sun come up.

instead i taxied everyone home, came back to the homestead and snuggled with my sexy beast.yum. love her. now up, taking care of PR for a friend and then off for my sat morning thing. must go make tea.

ramblings of a semi-sunny day

in which i managed to be semi-sunburnt and look like a rocker dude from my high school while being sloppy all over town. against my own temptations i am NOT renting movies with my sexy beast to cuddle on the couch, i am NOT heading out for some fun times with friends, i am instead going to devour the new poets & writers and see what exciting deadlines and calls are in there and write down the appropriate information in my brand new organizer. yay. i am also going to look and see how much i have to put together a new chapbook by my birthday in sept. happy bday to me with new poems. that would be really really good.

was thinking today that i feel like i am not writing as much. not enough alone time to let the wandering thoughts percolate into something more, something that turns a random thought nito a longer examination in to a mood into someting more that later becomes poem and the laguage plays in my head until i love it or hate it but there it goes. instead lately it is work thinking and money worrying and trying to figure out if i can ever actually get the laundry done in my house. the answer is no.

realizing that i am not making brain space for words that charm me has turned my attention back to it. a very good thing. went grocery shopping solo to let the thoughts wander and just to not talk for a while. sometimes i very much like not talking. the sexy and i went to maclaren park so the lucky dog could swim and run and jump. only a small mishap and then to get some smoothies and then dropped off the family to run the rest of the errands. rainbow was wonderful and gordonzola gave me wonderful conversation and cheese samples. the meander through aisles of health and goodness was relaxing, and i got bath salts to treat and remove stressy toxins. then to trader joes for the meat buying and then home again. home by 9:30pm. wahoo.

the only regret of the day, i didn't get to sephora to replace my hard candy lip velour in the color of fluff. saddest thing though, i did the online search and i don't think they make it anymore. so the answer is to go talk to the pretty makeup people with my sad empty makeup and see if they can help me find a suitable replacement. i usually don't fixate QUITE so much on makeup. this was different. i am also thinking of going to oui three queens and having the maestro make me a red lipstick. see, he blends the perfect shade to match your skin, custom. and it isn't that much more expensive than a tube of mac. and then there is the whole supporting a local artisan. but really, it's all about the fact that I have always wanted the perfect red, and something about my skin tone, i never find it. if it is red red, it looks orange or brash or weird, and if it is darker, while then it is fine, but it's not red then is it? it's purple or burgundy, and i want a good red.

ramble ramble. later on, after poetry, i may take a long beth with candles and some mildred bailey. sexy damn vocals there. i am feeling super romantic / introspective / something is just clicking right tonight. my house is just clean enough, just mellow enough, just the right way for me to feel like, ok, this is how it is supposed to be.

spider for sale

well actually, spider for free
large halloween decoration spider available to first good home.
it's in good shape. long story as to why its leaving.
xo