obsessed

I thought I would start something new.I'm gonna call it 'picture of the week'. I know...not very original.

The premise is thus: I will take a picture of a word I find and make that the theme of the week's blog. Probably also not all that original, but a good exercise for me.
So, the theme for this week's post is....***drumroll***...OBSESSED.

Have you ever been completely obsessed with making it work with someone you should have given up on long ago?

As I was out walking today I saw two moths. They were caught up in some kind of mid flight dance-frenzy. I thought to myself, "I wonder if they're fighting or mating?"

I think sometimes it can be very hard to tell.

house love

Okay...I love this dude's house.
Holy crap! Makes me wish I'd not gone so....frumpy...in my place. Oh well. There's time for improvement I reckon.

guess the word...

Saw this on the way to work yesterday. Loved it.

It's one of those things you see and you think, "How much of this is intentional?"
I think all of this one is. You can't see it very well in this picture as I took it with my camera phone, but there is something scrawled in silver sharpie along the bottom left of the paper bit. I wish I could remember what it said.
I'm sure it was profound.

Oh and, my vote on the word under the paper is: severance.

for Lydia

Sweet Lydia, I am so proud of her.
Put on a dress and swallowed the gulps and got up in front of everyone.
xoxox

blubber

I've been having the loveliest day. Spending it with old friends and new...with a smattering of alone time for good measure.
Destined for more love tonight at Matt's memorial service. It will be lovely I think. A hall full of queens, artists and other degenerates, dancing, drinking, hugging. I think it would please him.
The last time I saw Matt I showed him my tits. We were out at a dance club and holed up in this booth beside the dance floor. It was just Matt and I talking...everyone else was dancing up a storm. We were both SMASHED. Suddenly this woman appears out of nowhere, slides in next to me at the booth and starts talking about her boobjob. She even went so far as to grab my hand and shove it down the top of her dress so I could give them a "good feel". She then wandered off.
Matt and I of course had a good laugh about that one. But then he tells me that he wished that she had given him a feel. He had only felt a smattering of boobs (if any) being as gay as the day is long and his curiosity got the better of him I guess. He asked to see mine. I showed him...he even copped a feel. Cheeky!
I didn't get the chance to spend a lot of time with Matt. Though I would have liked to very much. He was the kind of guy you show your boobs to. Not in a pervy or weird way but just because he asked. He had a kind of childlike curiosity that made one want to share. He was the kind of person that interesting things happened to. I think because he was so totally open and non-judgmental.
There will be a lot of sadness in the hall tonight but a lot of joy too.
I am looking forward to hearing more Matt Davy stories.

Home Alone

The folks have been visiting the last few days. Awesome to see them. Now they've taken the kids away for the week which is sad but kinda great too. Nice to have some alone time and time to attend to my ever growing list of things that need to get done. Yay...Yoga! Yay... freelance clients! Yay...cleaning the apartment! Yay...studio! Not that I can't do these things with the kidlets around it's just a wee bit more difficult is all. In particular when I'm faced, after work, with the choice of dragging my ass to the gym or home to my grandson's smiling face.
He always wins.
:)