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gwydion* Not only in the Justice Department investigating the systematic torture of autistic children at a school in Massachusetts, but the UN point person on torture is calling for a Human Rights abuse investigation. I do not understand why this isn't illegal. http://ac360.blogs.cnn.com/2012/06/06/senator-shock-device-burns-students/?hpt=ac_bn3
* Rm with an update on the Prop 8 case: http://lettersfromtitan.tumblr.com/post/24477362678/an-en-banque-appeal-has-been-denied-to-the-pro
* Dead Cat Archeopteryx: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2154283/Cats-away-Artist-turns-dead-pet-flying-helicopter-killed-car.html* Remember the Snoqualamie ice cream
* Everything took two to three times as long as it needed to today, including me getting out of the house and a half hour wait at the Pharmacy for a simple pick up (Line didn't even move the first fifteen minutes). I ended up missing the bureaucracy window. I'm exhausted and it's all to do again tomorrow. I'm hemorrhaging money this month, which is not helping.
* The Big Gay Potluck was a mixed bag. There was nothing for me to eat except a few cheese and crackers and desserts as the rest was all meat. For serious, not even a salad. Also, it turns out the guy I thought I might be interested in with more exposure is indeed bi, but is seven months in to what he hopes will be a life time thing. I am glad for him, but sad for my chances of getting laid in the near future. I spent the evening charming some older guys and the conversation was interesting. I got a polite offer from another guy, but while I enjoy the gentleman as a person, I'm picky for a reason and can only cum if a person smells right. (New readers: This isn't a grooming thing. I mostly pick my mates by smell as it's a reliable way to tell if they are compatible sexually. A person can smell perfectly nice but not smell like someone who is a good match for me. It took me years of wide experimentation to find exactly where the line between close enough to bother with and not close enough to bother with. Not being to my taste doesn't mean bad in bed or anything, it just means that it won't wok with me. Unfortunately one can't go around snuffling stranger's necks and if their scent isn't strong or it's allergy season, it can take a little while to gracefully maneuver close enough. Guys with extremely strong fuck me right now grab me by my hind brain scent are rare, as in three times total in 42 years, the last being in Eugene.) While I'm nearly horny enough to blow someone anyway just because I miss it, close only counts in horse shoes and I'm not desperate enough to do someone I'm not interested in just yet. I can count the guys I've met in the last five years that I might have been interested in on one hand with fingers left over. So I let him get a good sniff and went along with the talking dirty, but made it clear in advance there would be no sex, which he took well.
* We are far enough north there was still a little light, so I puttered around my pathetic garden a bit. The gladiolas are growing well. The asparagus are disappointing as to number, but what was growing is still growing. I see signs the tomatoes and a few of the lilies are growing, but nothing from the freesia and the rest of the lilies. I'm worried the lavender is dead. We'll see.
* Remember that Snoqualamie Ice Cream taste test I'm doing? This month's flavour was Mountain Blackberry. It's interesting, and certainly edible, but not to my taste really. It's just a little too weird in a way I can't articulate. Lavender remains my favorite flavour.
* I'm up to twenty followers on Tumblr, most of whom are strangers. I continue to be baffled that people find my journal at all, let alone friend it.
* "A Day at the Comic Shop:" http://uryel.tumblr.com/post/24502093307/gailsimone-badguyshavetheworstaim-a-comic
* Is that lady in North Dakota who married herself doing a really elaborate Sue Sylvester tribute?
* Every time I see Grace Jones out and about being Grace Jones, it makes me happy: http://cdn02.cdn.gofugyourself.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/145718895_10-419x695.jpg
* Rm with an update on the Prop 8 case: http://lettersfromtitan.tumblr.com/post/24477362678/an-en-banque-appeal-has-been-denied-to-the-pro
* Dead Cat Archeopteryx: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2154283/Cats-away-Artist-turns-dead-pet-flying-helicopter-killed-car.html* Remember the Snoqualamie ice cream
* Everything took two to three times as long as it needed to today, including me getting out of the house and a half hour wait at the Pharmacy for a simple pick up (Line didn't even move the first fifteen minutes). I ended up missing the bureaucracy window. I'm exhausted and it's all to do again tomorrow. I'm hemorrhaging money this month, which is not helping.
* The Big Gay Potluck was a mixed bag. There was nothing for me to eat except a few cheese and crackers and desserts as the rest was all meat. For serious, not even a salad. Also, it turns out the guy I thought I might be interested in with more exposure is indeed bi, but is seven months in to what he hopes will be a life time thing. I am glad for him, but sad for my chances of getting laid in the near future. I spent the evening charming some older guys and the conversation was interesting. I got a polite offer from another guy, but while I enjoy the gentleman as a person, I'm picky for a reason and can only cum if a person smells right. (New readers: This isn't a grooming thing. I mostly pick my mates by smell as it's a reliable way to tell if they are compatible sexually. A person can smell perfectly nice but not smell like someone who is a good match for me. It took me years of wide experimentation to find exactly where the line between close enough to bother with and not close enough to bother with. Not being to my taste doesn't mean bad in bed or anything, it just means that it won't wok with me. Unfortunately one can't go around snuffling stranger's necks and if their scent isn't strong or it's allergy season, it can take a little while to gracefully maneuver close enough. Guys with extremely strong fuck me right now grab me by my hind brain scent are rare, as in three times total in 42 years, the last being in Eugene.) While I'm nearly horny enough to blow someone anyway just because I miss it, close only counts in horse shoes and I'm not desperate enough to do someone I'm not interested in just yet. I can count the guys I've met in the last five years that I might have been interested in on one hand with fingers left over. So I let him get a good sniff and went along with the talking dirty, but made it clear in advance there would be no sex, which he took well.
* We are far enough north there was still a little light, so I puttered around my pathetic garden a bit. The gladiolas are growing well. The asparagus are disappointing as to number, but what was growing is still growing. I see signs the tomatoes and a few of the lilies are growing, but nothing from the freesia and the rest of the lilies. I'm worried the lavender is dead. We'll see.
* Remember that Snoqualamie Ice Cream taste test I'm doing? This month's flavour was Mountain Blackberry. It's interesting, and certainly edible, but not to my taste really. It's just a little too weird in a way I can't articulate. Lavender remains my favorite flavour.
* I'm up to twenty followers on Tumblr, most of whom are strangers. I continue to be baffled that people find my journal at all, let alone friend it.
* "A Day at the Comic Shop:" http://uryel.tumblr.com/post/24502093307/gailsimone-badguyshavetheworstaim-a-comic
* Is that lady in North Dakota who married herself doing a really elaborate Sue Sylvester tribute?
* Every time I see Grace Jones out and about being Grace Jones, it makes me happy: http://cdn02.cdn.gofugyourself.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/145718895_10-419x695.jpg
