bionicfemme

I got the DJ Irene CD today, it fuckin' kicks ass! I have a lot of respect for her, to be not only a sucessful female DJ, but to proudly display the fact she is a lesbian as well.

Stacey and I roamed around Haight, shopped, and had coffee. I like her so much...her enthusiasm is so refreshing to experience. I love how bright her eyes are, how genuine her smiles can be. I'm also my complete dorky self around her, the person that appears in my journal entries, and she apparently likes this. I don't think i've ever been this much of myself around a girl in my entire life.

Alyson once told me that I wasn't really in love with N, and that i'd know for sure one day that it was a twisted facsimile. I now know that wasn't love; after all, I wasn't even myself around her, and she never loved me for me. It was just generic brand lust.

Stacey has such a bright, radiant purity about her that everyone else seems garish in comparison. Even I feel like some sort of garish whore in her presence. I feel like a kiss from her would be a baptismal ceremony. We consistently have moments where we crack up laughing about stuff and then just stop and stare at each other bashfully-- this type of adoration makes me think of fun, light-hearted revelry, like nail painting with a bunch of the girls at an 8th grade sleepover. Once, we both sat at a table and folded our forearms, putting our heads down and just staring at each other. I wondered if that was what she would look like if I would wake up from sleeping at her side...

Oh, she is quite the streetfighter. She broke a man's legs once. I think she will be quite sufficient protection against N. I finally think that maybe if we get to know each other better and start dating that things may work out. There is something different about her from the other girls i've dated, and I think she would be good to me.