Life is so complex. I fucking love it.
I have two beautiful, wonderful women in my life right now. They both seem a little wary of the other, which is understandable, but since neither want anything close to a monogamous relationship with me, it's overall been very pleasant, but still complex. And I'm doing my best to figure it all out. Nobody ever said polyamory was simple.
My partner has come back from Palestine, and she's a bit shell-shocked. I'm doing my best to try and help her through it, but it's really up to her roommate, who spent 7 years, off an on, there, and has a much better understanding of the fucked-upedness of the situation.
I'm worried about war with Iraq. Scott Ritter was on TV the other day, and he's getting more and more pissed as we get closer and closer to attacking. Of course, I don't blame him. I don't nearly have the experience and moral high ground that he does, and I'm pissed as hell. Grab your lighters, we may have to burn some draft cards. And maybe some banks and politician's Lexus' while we're at it.
Despite this confusion and fear, I am feeling wonderfully, wonderfully alive. Beer, love, sex, politics, and laughter. Not necessarily in that order.
Now all we need to do is abolish the state, and declare music to be the central purpose of society.
Amor,
Circuit
I have two beautiful, wonderful women in my life right now. They both seem a little wary of the other, which is understandable, but since neither want anything close to a monogamous relationship with me, it's overall been very pleasant, but still complex. And I'm doing my best to figure it all out. Nobody ever said polyamory was simple.
My partner has come back from Palestine, and she's a bit shell-shocked. I'm doing my best to try and help her through it, but it's really up to her roommate, who spent 7 years, off an on, there, and has a much better understanding of the fucked-upedness of the situation.
I'm worried about war with Iraq. Scott Ritter was on TV the other day, and he's getting more and more pissed as we get closer and closer to attacking. Of course, I don't blame him. I don't nearly have the experience and moral high ground that he does, and I'm pissed as hell. Grab your lighters, we may have to burn some draft cards. And maybe some banks and politician's Lexus' while we're at it.
Despite this confusion and fear, I am feeling wonderfully, wonderfully alive. Beer, love, sex, politics, and laughter. Not necessarily in that order.
Now all we need to do is abolish the state, and declare music to be the central purpose of society.
Amor,
Circuit
and once again, i have the suspicion that i am not making sense today.
Scott Ritter is coming to Boston this week, he'll be at Harvard on Thursday... and I think I might try to go see him talk.
What is it you do for money? Sounds like you'd be a good organizer. Hell, put all that fire to work!