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Holiday

About Me

I am part warrior, part princess. I like to ask questions. I love life most of the time and when I don't, I still secretly love it. Death frightens me because I don't want to die. I would like to live until I am 600 years old, and then I think I would be ready to explore whatever is next. If there is nothing next, I'm going to be pissed.I severely dislike representations of my Sisters as giant-breasted, giggling sex-potatoes with seemingly zero cerebral cortex. Why does this happen? Fight the power, ladies. Do what you need to do, even if it consists of spanking the pasty-white patriachy with huge rubber phalli and forcing them to stop pretending that we are virginal whores, completely shorn, and crazed for the peenee. Show them your butt hair!I like to smell things (yikes, what a transition!). Good things, bad things. Books especially. Brand new National Geographics top my list of favorites, along with dog paws, gardenia, and basements. Construction sites and lemongrass are also up there. Oh, and Scotch tape, a newly carved pumpkin, and fresh offee beans. Pre-thunderstorm, pre-snow, and summer rain. The daily newspaper, wrapping paper, fresh chopped cilantro. During my days of attending a Catholic church, I used to smell my mom's breath after she accepted the host. Guess I was a weird child.Oh, and I love to boogie when the spirit hits me. Watch out, mutha frackers, the dancing queen is octopussying! Some people make fun of the way I dance (I've been compared to Elaine, from Seinfeld), but some people get down and boogie right with me. Chaka Khan!

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Rumi. Mary Magdalene. Bessie Smith. Gandolf. Venus. Artemis. Virginia Woolf. Emily Dickinson. Coyote. Crow. The moon.

My Blog

Habakkuk

HabakkukThere once was a woman who played the violin.The woman played the violin because her father had died in a motorcycle accident, and for the next seven years she was tormented by thoughts of the...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Aug 2008 08:27:00 GMT

Hallelujah

There once was a girl named Hallelujah. Hallelujah was born in a small town famous for a tragic fire. A furnace exploded in a local elementary school, taking the lives of 53 students and 4 teachers. ...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 17:11:00 GMT

The Goblet

The Goblet.There once was a beautiful woman who felt ugly. The woman felt ugly because she was not pretty enough to be pasted across the shiny pages of the magazines she read. The woman felt ugly be...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 13:10:00 GMT

Immaculate Conception

THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTIONThere once was a woman who was loyal to the hormonal fluctuations of her menstrual cycle. If she were menstruating, she would stay home and do nothing but what felt good to he...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 17:35:00 GMT

Lilith

LilithThere once was a woman who was so terrified of death that it was killing her. The woman would contemplate her death for hours. She would drive her car into a tree - choke on a bit of meat  she...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 22:06:00 GMT

Adam and Eve

Adam and EveThere once was a gay man who made up songs about everything. If he were washing the dishes, he would sing, "Washing the Dishes" and if he were having a hard time getting to sleep he would...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Sep 2007 20:50:00 GMT

To Hold and To Cherish and To Die

To Hold and To Cherish and To DieThere once was a woman who fell deeply in love with a man. The man was so good to her that it seemed as if her chest was going to burst with happiness. Each day they...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 02:56:00 GMT

Magdalene

MagdaleneThere once was a woman who prostituted herself for money. The money she made was spent on heroin and rent. Sometimes, she would buy pints of cheap vodka, which she would drink from the bottle...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 02:55:00 GMT

The Business Man and the Clowns

The Business Man and the ClownsThere once was an investment banker who hated his job. Every morning he was overwhelmed with dread at the sound of his alarm clock. On his commute to work he would obs...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 02:54:00 GMT

Fat Tuesday

Fat TuesdayThere once was an obese woman who overate because she was unhappy. The woman's childhood had been traumatic and lonely. Both her mother and father were mean drunks who died before she reac...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 02:53:00 GMT