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it's just one of those days
a lot to do
a lot doing
a lot to be done with

a lovely lunch, lovelier company and the unqiue and amazing thing of, i emailed someone to tell them they hurt my feelings, and they responded sweetly, perfectly and with a lot of warmth, love and sincerity about how and why.

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don't forget
me and lynnee on the radio tonight
there is even... A THEME!

6-8pm, pacific standard time
priatecatradio.com
87.9 on your San Francisco FM dial

xoxo
aunty cindy

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show went off tonight with an unusual amount of emotional honesty and sincere squishiness. not nearly as much RAWK and much more heart too big for your chest sort of songs. sometimes, that's how we like it.

hit the lex for a drink after. just felt like there was finally enough room to let my hair down a little. enough to breathe and trust that breathing wouldn't result in a breakdown. and it was good. met friend and friend there. i [data embargo] only because it feels more real and less who was where with whom that way.

anyway, the ride i was offred home checked in and made sure i was ok. a little sad that that ended so early, but the mister reminded me not to crawl into other people's head about it. RIGHT. i am not psychic. good reminder.

dyke dynamics at bars crack me up. i was lost in editing some work before friend and friend got there. and people are so not open. and that's fine. i wasn't either. then later, this woman was hitting on friend, while telling me tangentially about her girlfriend, who was so hot, but chubby. she seemed fixated on the chubby to the point that i started doubting if her girlfriend really existed. odd but true. and yet, she seemed nice.

i did not put music on the jukebox. very strange for me. i did drink whiskey, and to be quite honest, not enough of it.

i feel like i need a little bit of reckless. but i am too practical for it.

psa from the new lodestar quarterly

pick-up lines for feminists
Lesley Kartali

making the move
at the bar
the club
the pro-choice rally
or the conference
on women's rights
in the 21st century
is no easy task
for feminists
young and old.

how do you
subtly ask for digits
while still making it
perfectly clear
that you are fine
being alone
and are certainly
not buying into the idea
that women are worthless
without a significant other?

just remember to smile.
or not.
(depending on if you
feel like it)
and try some
of these lines
on for size:

if i could rearrange
the alphabet
i would put u and i
together
and then we could
work on trying
to think outside
of this male dominated
language.

your paradigm or mine?

you're so sweet
you put hersheys
out of business.
so sweet
you can bring down
all those
bastard big businesses.

somebody better call
god/allah/buddah/
assorted goddesses/etc.
because he/she/gender neutral being
are missing an
angel/messiah/messenger.
*if atheist this line may not work

did it hurt?
when you fell
from the top
of the hierarchy
when society
identified you
as a woman?

pinch me.
with consent of course.
you are so
third wave
i must be dreaming.

where have you been
all my life?
hopefully fighting
against oppressive
patriarchal systems.

your feet must be tired.
because you have been
running through my
mind and struggling
against the repressive
gender roles
that we have been
socialized into
all day.

if the personal is political
then our getting together
has the potential
to subvert the patriarchy.

what's your sign?
radical? liberal?
socialist? cultural?
eco?

if these lines fail
don't worry.
it's probably just
because our
fascist media
has embedded
said pick-up line
receiver
with the idea
that you are a
crazy
scary
man-hating
castrating
bitch.

just keep telling yourself.
if they haven't
started questioning
what society
tells them yet.

then maybe
they are not
the one
for you.