She's Baaaaaaaaaaaack! hahahahaha!

So...I'm making a New Year's 2012 resolution to write in this blog daily...I'm started today--why procrastinate?!  I'm just gonna write about whatever gets into this pretty, yet strange, often highly intellectual, yet goofy, little head, and yet big brain of mine!  Maybe I'll touch on politics or religion.  I'll definitely talk about male/female relationships, and LGBT friendly conversations.  You know--well now you do--I'm all about supporting diversity, yet finding unity within our diversities.  I like to take photos...so there will be images.  I'll share an occasional poem with you.  I'll interview artists, writers, musicians, and people of interest.  If I watch a film and it moves me somehow, I'll share it.

Here's a link to my fav movie scene ever!  crazy ass dance scene in Wild at Heart by David Lynch

I watch documentaries and foreign films that are thought provoking.  I watch tripped out films.  Sometimes I just like to laugh!  I'm compiling a list of some of my favs, so I'll post that here and add to it along the way.

Yesterday, my friend and fellow poet Joyce Conley discussed how we want to take our poetry to the next level.  Last August we delivered some empowering spoken word to the guests at a Women's Equality Day dinner to support the NOW  National Organization for Women and in celebration of the 19th Amendment giving women the Right to Vote.

Gosh, I just teared up watching that clip, and I don't know if it's cuz I can't stand how dorky I look, or I was actually touched by my own words--I think both!  haha!  Anyway....Joyce and I would like to participate in more events such as this one to help support non-profit organizations, and be the change we wish to see in the world (as Gandhi suggests!).  With our poetry we want to educate and uplift.  We are going to begin creating video versions of our poems with the help of Chris Penney--our local bad ass film producer dude!  And trust me...we are gonna look way more fly in these videos!  We wanna give ya'all something sexy to look at, something silly to laugh at, something cool to listen to (yeah, we'll add some jams) and most importantly SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT!

WRITE ON!

Oh...and lemme throw this one in here too where Joyce did a dedication poem for ME!
at the Avant Garde 2434!  Love U Gold n Bold girl!

Just Call or Text!

Tonight I went over to a friend's house to watch the L Word on Showtime (cuz I don't have cable, and it's a good show for lesbians to bond with). I picked up some munchies, and made brownies after a busy day at work. Work...a couple lousy tippers, and one weird man with a weird child who makes me question whether this is a legitimate father/son relationship, or one more sinister. I'm tired. I'm freezing, freakin' cold! I'm bloated. I really don't want to go back into the arctic, but I told her I was coming over, and that I'd bring snacks.

I drove across town. Down Straight street (can you believe that one?) to hang with a gay girl with straight hair and maybe her girl, her bi-sis, maybe an ex-lover of mine, maybe not. Well, I get to the door and there is her son with a sitter playing video games. "She went to the movies" they said to me. "When'd she leave?" I asked. "Just a few minutes ago. Well, I text'd her to let her know I was on my way. But no courtesy text or call from her to cancel, or tell me to save a trip. bullshit

On the day of the inauguration another lesbian friend was supposed to come over to watch it with me. I even texted her a couple hours prior to confirm (cuz she has dissed me in the past), and she supposedly was on her way, just trying to get out of a parking lot. She no-showed.

Is this a lesbian thing? A woman thing? What???? Why can't someone simply say "I'm not gonna make it" or "I'm gonna cancel". I really don't give a shit. Really, I don't. But, it would be nice to have the luxury of making other plans if I wanted to. Paaleeeeeezze! It just drives me more into seclusion, because I feel like I really can't depend on anyone. Like why ask if someone wants to do something? Why accept their invitation, when these things repeatedly happen? It gets old...

...and so do I.