Come hug me.

It's late, it's raining, and I'm tired and lonely...but I don't want to go to bed by myself. Strange how a few days and nights spent pressed up against someone who is unexpectedly marvelous can spoil one's enjoyment of solitude.

How Shaving My Legs Changed My Life

Hello, blog world. I am full of tiresome excuses for why I don't blog more often, but instead of trotting them out, I shall tell you about my legs.

Many moons ago (ok, a year ago), my ex-girlfriend--who was my girlfriend at the time--was quite a nazi about my body. Not only did she make it clear that she found my size to be repulsive, she also insisted that I remove all my body hair or else she wouldn't touch me. Now, I'm normally all for grooming, but being with her and the subsequent break-up were so distasteful that I didn't like anything that reminded me of her...which led to my recent experiment with the au naturel look.

I stopped shaving my legs (and everything else except my armpits) a couple months ago. No, really, I did, and it was a great experience. The freedom from shaving was really liberating in a lot of ways. First of all, it was a mental "F U" to my ex. =) Secondly, it was nice to press the reset button in my head. Society puts a lot of pressure on women to look a certain way and to always be perfectly groomed in a way that is acceptable in the heteronormative paradigm; so, not shaving for a long time allowed me to flout a common standard of Western femininity and develop my own choice based on my own preference.

Everything was gravy until about a week ago. Up until that point, I was actually enjoying my (rather prolific) leg hair. It's soft and nice and interesting, since most women don't have it and I am not normally up close and personal with male legs. LOL But a few days ago my leg hair started to bother me for no good reason. I just got tired of it and tonight I shaved it all off. Here are some pictures:

The hair.

Comparing before and after.

The finished product.

And that is how I ended up not becoming a crunchy-granola feminist. I'm still a feminist! Just not a hairy one.

Happy New Year, 2011

Goodbye 2010, you cruel, cruel year. I'm not sad to see you go. You have carried so much pain and disappointment, so many changes, so much upheaval. Probably most of it has been for the best, but it's sometimes difficult to see it that way when I'm still in the middle of it. I'm sorry to those that I've hurt this year. I hope that this new year is different. Maybe my life will stabilize. Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful, so thankful, for my new job and my new opportunites that are before me, but my greatest wish for 2011 is stability. And maybe a little happiness too.

Billy the Exterminator

So, I'd seen little previews for this show on A&E, but I hadn't watched it at all until today. I was bored at home and randomly selected it from the On Demand menu...wow...I just have one thing to say about it:

Billy the Exterminator is black-clothed, studded leather, black cowboy hat-wearing, bad-ass mullet hillbilly porn. Oh. Em. Gee. The extermination animal stuff is interesting, but I'm all about the chains. **swoon**

The Ice Queen

I find the way Angelina Jolie has aged to be very interesting. When she was very young, newly discovered, she looked like any other teenager. Of course she was almost unbearably pretty, but she looked fresh and playful on top of the smoldering sensuality that has always been her trademark physical characteristic.

Age 16

Halloween Music

Hello, all! I've been working a ton, and when I'm not working I want to sit and vegetate on the couch. All very well and good, but unfortunately I don't have much to blog about. But~~

HALLOWEEN IS COMING! Yay!! I can hardly wait...I've already requested it off from work. ^_^ And today I made a silly little mix on Youtube of songs that I think fit the Halloween vibe. They are either creepy-sounding, explicitly Halloween-themed, or both. And a couple other songs I threw in, just because I can. Hope you enjoy!

I love Michelle Rodriguez too!

Dorothy Surrenders: My Weekend Crush: "Oh Michelle, Michelle. I have not seen “Machete” yet. But my reluctance has nothing to do with Michelle Rodriguez. In fact, M-Rod is pretty ..."

HNT~I Wish I Was A Pin-Up Girl

More after clicky-link! No nudity this time. =)

Things Bears Love

Hello everyone! I know you're all excited that I'm posting something new on my blog, but alas, I'm just here to tell you to go over to Things Bears Love.

I was inspired to post this after a serendipitous series of events, foremost of which was an in-depth conversation with my good buddy, Brucey Dickinson. He's my fabulous internet penpal, and he likes to hike. One day we were talking about backpacking, and why I don't do it (as if hefting a backpack over hill and dale wasn't reason enough), and the subject of bears came up.

"Oh heh heh," he said, "bears never bother me at all. And if they did, I would simply scare them away by waving my jacket and singing."

I didn't have much to contribute to the conversation, except to say that I didn't think that a little bit of jacket-waving and Cher-yodeling would frighten a death-proof murder-machine like a bear. And now, HERE'S THE PROOF. Things Bears Love, featuring a picture of me in a backpack as Exhibit the First.

And now you know why I don't go backpacking. It's because they're out there, watching me.

Yay for me, I have an Unwanted Admirer

Ok, sooooo, last night was an interesting one for me. I was working at the drive-thru window at Starbucks, when this man comes up to the menu to order. He got like two drinks and then when I asked what else I could get for him, he said, "You. Are you on the menu?" So I thought he was just being fresh for laughs, asked if he wanted any other food or drinks, and then told him his total. When he pulled up, I saw that there was a young lady and a kid in his car, so I asked him how he could be so scandelous with a lady in his car. Alas! the young lady turned out to be his 17-year-old daughter! I leaned out and asked her what she thought about her father's behavior...and she replied that she just wants him to be happy. Gah! So dude is all giving me googlie-eyes and stuff, just being really ridiculous. I told him that if he has a 17-year-old child, he's too old for me (...kinda a lie...PM-P was like 15 years older and her oldest child is 19...but he doesn't need to know that!). He was completely unfazed. Well, they left and I thought that was the end of it...UNTIL...it was just me and Jenny closing, sometime after 9, and we were almost done when she came from the back room and told me I had a phone call! "Some guy named Michael," she said. "What?! I don't even know some guy named Michael!" Well, she said he hadn't seemed sure of my name, and sure enough, it was the dude. He said, "Hi, it's Michael." and I replied, "Oh, that bad man?" I was actually kinda rude to him, because he was all telling me that he knows what he wants and all that, and I told him, "Whatever, dude! You were throwing game at me before you even saw what I looked like!"  He thought that was just hilarious, and he told me that he has seen me before and he remembers my voice. O.o Creepy! He then asked if he could have my number so that he could text me or call. Yeah right! As if I would give him my number, even if I was single and available! But I just told him that I wasn't comfortable giving him my number. I told him to find me on FB, but he "doesn't have Facebook because he is a business man and doesn't have time for that." Sucks to be him! LOL I told him, well, sorry, and he could see me in the store if he wants. And then I (kinda bitchily) shut him down and told him I had to get back to work. Ewww! I have a stalker! Man, all the girls in the store seem to have at least one. Gross.

The King of Rockabilly!

Friday night, my boifriend and I got to go see a fantastic live show at Thee Parkside in San Francisco. I was trolling Craigslist, looking for friends and stuff to do, and I found an ad advertising The Mighty Slim Pickins. Seeing phrases like, "rowdy gig," "Foxy Miss Roxy," "Elvis Herselvis," "homo-country style," and "queer burlesque," I knew that this would be just up my alley, and boy! was I right! I haven't had so much fun in ages.

The venue was a fabulous dive bar, Thee Parkside, with a nice patio area, good local beer on tap, and a sweet little stage area. It was full of queers galore, lots of them in groovy rockabilly clothes. I felt right at home! Just people-watching was a treat, but then the band got up to play. The Mighty Slim Pickins bills themselves as "SF's fave all queer, high camp, what-the-f%!k-a-billy band," a description that I couldn't top if I sat here and thought about it. The band consisted of Leigh Crow (Elvis Herselvis, photo above) on guy vocals, Nettie Hammar on doll vocals, Roxane Chicoine (Foxy Miss Roxy, who tore UP the upright bass), Jen Gandy on guitar, and Edan "Heartattack" Uscilowski on the drums (dreamboat!). Their songs were original numbers written by members of the band, and their show was the funniest, campiest, most sexy and entertaining live act I've ever come across.

Click the link for more pics and video!

At Last!

I have a job!!! Yay! At Starbucks ^_^ I am so thrilled! I really like the people I've met there so far, and training is fun. Today was my second day (I had to go in at 4:30 am...*diediedie*) and I already know how to brew the coffee LOL Anyway, I just wanted to share my happiness with my loyal readers. It's about damn time!

Oh yeah. Britney is a fan.

Quote of the Day

"...So you WANT the feather dance?"

Quote of the Day

"We are going to need some lube, and a positive attitude." It made me tee-hee, which I quite enjoyed.

Look! JBeibs is Patriotic!

Toby Keith - A Little Too Late

This one goes out to the ones I'm trying to forget.

Happiness is...

...a soft kitten sleeping on your lap.

HNT~Dyke March

This past weekend was Pride in San Francisco! I went to the Dyke March on Saturday, and it was AWESOME!! So many hot, hot lesbians of all stripes, plus straight folks, gay boys, and trans guys and girls. During the march itself, people in houses along the route were cheering, holding up signs, and throwing stuff like beads and candy to the marchers. It just blew my mind that there were so many straight families with kids and everything, waving and cheering, and just enjoying the fun. I wish people everywhere could be so supportive of those of us who are different.

Anyway...I have a picture of me with my shirt off, which it was for most of the march. Click the link to see!

HNT~Glamazon

Hello! For this Half-Nekkid Thursday, I was playing around with my fabulous red libstick and my new gel eyeliner. I took some pictures (with the trusty webcam) of me in my black lace panties and bra, just for your enjoyment. There are more after the clicky-link!

My Heart Belongs to Daddy

**Disclaimer**

The following post discusses a certain aspect of my sexuality, and while not graphic, may not be something some people (...family...) want to know. If that sounds like you, just pass this one over. If you are interested, click the "Read More!"