I should be sleeping.
Mar. 15th, 2004 12:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpI really should be in bed right now. 
Cari was sweet enough to let us use her Showtime On Demand to watch episodes 6, 7, and 8 of "The L Word." Next week we can watch 9 and we'll be all caught up to watch the new one. We've been watching them in 3 episode spurts. We also get to lay on her Space Bed. (It's out of this world.) Thanks, Cari!
I've been feeling all weird, and I'm wondering if I'm about to get my yearly period. I hope not, because the one I got last year was incredibly heavy and disgusting. And I'm just not in the mood. However, it would explain Friday night's ridiculous freak out. (Or I could chalk it up to my sheer insanity.)
I don't think I properly thanked Sean and Bart for throwing a good party and bringing so many cool people to one convenient location. Or Ryan for filling my ears with his diatribe about Foxy Boxing. I noticed last night that when I Roshambo with Sean, I start with "rock," but whenever I Roshambo with Ryan, I use "scissors." Once, Ryan and I did "scissors" together for about 11 straight challenges. Then I broke down, did "rock," and won. I am the Roshambo master.
~//~
Lots of people, queer and straight alike, have stated that pushing for the word "marriage," is too much, too risky, too bold, too whatever. These people say that we should accept small steps, like civil unions - to take the state-sanctioned benefits and cool off for a while, because "the world's not ready" or some crap like that. I think in some instances, small steps are acceptable. But when it comes to civil rights? Can you imagine African-Americans in the 1960s chastising each other: "Well, Martin, they offered to /clean/ the 'Colored' bathrooms up a little, isn't that enough? Let's not push it just yet."
The time is now. MY time is now.
Cari was sweet enough to let us use her Showtime On Demand to watch episodes 6, 7, and 8 of "The L Word." Next week we can watch 9 and we'll be all caught up to watch the new one. We've been watching them in 3 episode spurts. We also get to lay on her Space Bed. (It's out of this world.) Thanks, Cari!I've been feeling all weird, and I'm wondering if I'm about to get my yearly period. I hope not, because the one I got last year was incredibly heavy and disgusting. And I'm just not in the mood. However, it would explain Friday night's ridiculous freak out. (Or I could chalk it up to my sheer insanity.)
I don't think I properly thanked Sean and Bart for throwing a good party and bringing so many cool people to one convenient location. Or Ryan for filling my ears with his diatribe about Foxy Boxing. I noticed last night that when I Roshambo with Sean, I start with "rock," but whenever I Roshambo with Ryan, I use "scissors." Once, Ryan and I did "scissors" together for about 11 straight challenges. Then I broke down, did "rock," and won. I am the Roshambo master.
~//~
Lots of people, queer and straight alike, have stated that pushing for the word "marriage," is too much, too risky, too bold, too whatever. These people say that we should accept small steps, like civil unions - to take the state-sanctioned benefits and cool off for a while, because "the world's not ready" or some crap like that. I think in some instances, small steps are acceptable. But when it comes to civil rights? Can you imagine African-Americans in the 1960s chastising each other: "Well, Martin, they offered to /clean/ the 'Colored' bathrooms up a little, isn't that enough? Let's not push it just yet."
The time is now. MY time is now.
