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I added some pics, finally. I'm just a neolithic girl stuck in a technological world. I got a few from the cowpoke party(but, alas, I was a bit drunk and very FEW pics came out), a few from my B-day party(where I was not only sick as a dog, but a total SICK bitch), and some from High School that I happened upon the other day; they made me smile(one of them was taken after I got off the streets, so I had a wee beer gut HA--it was cute).

So, I have been reading another fine book, as of late. But I always read fine books. I'm rediscovering and re-reading Brazen Femme:Queering Femininity(I love essays and stories around gender--it consumes me with interest). I luv this:

The whips she carries are sewn into the linning of her skull, the bondage she employs leaches like poison from her pores. Odorless. Tasteless. It can't be bought or passed on at a weekend retreat. You can't begin to imagine what sadomasochistic lifetimes she's consented to. Or, those she didn't. you can't know her by defining her parameters, testing her tolerance, or crossing her boundaries. Quantum femme has a voracious appetite for the truth and the truth hurts most of all.---Elizabeth ruth, Quantum Femme

Ova and Out, my lovlies