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Looking forward to the Something Naked This Way Comes event coming up in a couple weeks. My friends in Pasties and Paddles Burlesque Troupe worked very hard and it is going to be the best show yet! For those who live in the Inland Northwest, check them out on Facebook. Punk rock and fetish burlesque at its finest. Hope to see some new faces!

I want to make a huge shout out to my amazing friends. I am beyond lucky to know you guys. You are burlesque performers, porn stars, belly dancers, SCAdians, geeks, gamers, cosplayers, code monkeys, scholars, sexual anarchists, revolutionists, dreamers, crafters, creators, artists, idealists, lovers, fighters, diplomats, listeners, leaders, supporters, comedians, protectors, and above all, true to yourselves. You are all an inspiration to me and...
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I really hate people today. And I'm really horny. I think I spent four hours masturbating this morning and it didn't help at all. Boo!

Tomorrow is another day I guess. Crossing my fingers for people to pull their heads out of their asses. And if I'm really lucky, maybe I can get mine smacked a few times, too.

I have Mono and it BLOWS. Saying it's a kissing disease is false advertising. I got no lovin' for this heap of trouble.

Selling everything you own is a lot of work but I will be very grateful when it's over and I can simplify my life. Too much stress made my mitral valve in my heart prolapse so it's regurgitating blood back into itself. Talk about a wake up call. I'm selling everything I can, donating the rest, and leaving in what I can fit in my...
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I wonder if you end up in revolutionist hell if you equally love Karl Popper and Bob Avakian?

Oh wait, I'm already in America.

SOAD Friday. Rammstein Saturday. Altogether a lovely weekend in Seattle.

Happy Birthday to me!

Mom. Stop being a bitch. Your friends feel sorry for me. When you put someone down, you don't make yourself look good. Trust me.

And honestly, while I ignore you just fine, I do so hate to be pitied by everyone else. So please, if not for your own sake. Just stop.

P.S. Selective memory is so 90's.

S: How come all the girls you like look like you?

R: I don't know. Do you think that's a little too much like narcissism?

S: Or incest.

R: No trust me, that would only fly in Idaho.

S: I'm from Idaho!

R: And the first place you went...

S: I hate you.

R: You're just upset because I have huge boobs.

Way to be indecisive, Rue. /sigh

In other news, my birthday is Saturday. My friends are putting on a burlesque show at the Spotlight and I'm the guest of honor, VIP reserved and everything. If anything will cheer me up, it's a bunch of gorgeous, confident women who know how to wow a crowd.

I have been experiencing what my father used to call "the deep breath before the pain". In some ways this time of reflection before the unfolding design is even more unbearable than what is to come. The anticipation was infecting me like poison and I yearned for it to end, to embrace the oncoming onslaught if it meant for the agony and anxiety to cease....
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My ear infection got so bad my eardrum perforated. Again. I am now permanently hearing impaired in my left ear. Oh well. It's not like I don't read lips and (half-assed) practice sign language with my belly dancing instructor and my little Simba. Life goes on.

In fact, An Tir's first SCA event is this weekend. I'm stoked. I have new gear, not really staying...
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