getting creative while staying in

Pet Space (2018)

This year's Woodhull Sexual Freedom Summit is cancelled. It was set for early August, but as they wisely point out:

"There is no way to know where we’ll be as a nation in August. But what we do know is that for many Summit attendees, a week, even a day, without income is often catastrophic. People will have used up personal time from work, and some will have had to shelter in place with no income at all. Already negatively impacted by FOSTA, many sex workers are now without any income or access to community resources. Our ability to fundraise for much-needed scholarships is limited right now, as our communities give their time, talents, and treasures to mutual aid in this crisis. Given the circumstances, the individuals who will benefit the most from the Summit programming will be least likely to be able to attend."

(Ricci Joy Levy, President/CEO, Woodhull Foundation) 

Dexys Midlife Bummers

At age 51, I have started taking speed. Adderall XR, prescribed for my ADHD (combined, but mostly the inattentive type, what used to be called ADD).
Just before going on the meds, I was anxious and unhappy. I was scared about what they might do if they didn’t work for me – I have a family member with bipolar disorder/what if the speed triggered a manic episode in me? And I was glum about what it means if they DO work – that I should have been on them years, decades ago – all that time I wasted, failing to get my shit together to do the things (write the books) I wanted to.

I was on kind of a shitty roller-coaster ride this week, and I hate roller-coasters.

My blog post is late because I wanted to write about the Strange Adult Hotel Event, and it's a very big topic for me & I have no idea how to begin, especially if some of my hypothetical readers have never heard anything about such SAHEs at all. So, it is still brewing.

DirtySober + Title TK (or, What About the BOOK?)

Hey, weren't you writing a memoir?

Yes! A memoir about getting sober without AA, and finding my way as a kinky feminist, and becoming openly polyamorous without losing my monogamous partner. Not in that order... the narratives intertwine.

Off Week: Mocktails and Dreams

...and the bloodroots grew insolent in their chromatic perversion...

I'm planning biweekly bloggerel, but last night I had a drinking dream, and also I have a new favorite mocktail:

The Subtlety
Glass of ice
Fill halfway with grapefruit juice
Add several dashes of (Fee Bros. NA) rhubarb bitters
Top with tonic water.

My current supply is pink grapefruit juice, which might partly explain my dreaming a weird fuschia* mango drink and a tipsy friend who was trying to get me to share it. Good Dream Girl: I took one sip and could taste the booze immediately, and set it down. (Then I tried to convince mr.d to drink it, even though it was a disgusting sweet "girly" drink... But at least Dream-Me stopped drinking it!)


*The Color Out Of Space! I enjoyed the new Nic Cage movie based on the Lovecraft story, but I was a tiny bit disappointed that the indescribable alien color was, pretty much, fuschia. They did play around with trippy tertiary tints and it was a fun watch overall, but I don't know, I wanted my eyes to hurt?

Romantic Polyamory (Death Is Elsewhere)

Recently I was having coffee with one of my oldest friends. We don’t see each other that often, but she’s known me for almost 30 years -- since before mr.d and I were a couple. Over a delicious dark roast in her chic apartment, I caught her up on the poly news: not only have I had at least one other partner for the past, um, 12 years, but for about 6 months now, mr.d has also had another partner. They are long-distance, but they’ve been getting together every month, and they text every day, and it’s all very sweet and delightful. I told her about the poly word “compersion”...

existential [hold the] malaise

why blog?

why do anything? no, don't go down that rabbithole; Cthulhu waits at the bottom.