I want to be with you so much, but I want to travel too…

That’s what she said to me.

The SYC group (Carrie included) came over this evening, to hang out and use the table for art projects ad hang out indoors for a change. It turned into a “let’s do dinner” thing afterward, so we made pasta and Jasmine made a chicken sauce, and I made a veggie one. Careth and Mike bought ice cream. It was delicious and fun. They’re all emminently quotable (not that I remember anything anyone said, but it was delightful).

I think things are okay now.

What do you do when someone says they’re not sure they love you anymore?

Whetherwoman said it well, and since Ananda made it a bandwagon, I shall jump on and go for the ride. Besides, I’m late, and the ride ends at midnight. And then everything goes back to normal.

I’m queer. Feminine people are my favorite, but I’ve made exception. I’m transsexual. I’m queer in a not very threatening way, but I really enjoy making people think. I’m ¾ lesbian, and ¼ whatever it is that makes a transsexual girl with a boyish body like boys. My deepest relationships have always been with girls, since I feel like we think the same ways and have similar habits.

Friendships are far more important to me than sex.

I feel no obligation to love just one person.

I don’t stop loving someone once I’ve started. The nature of the love may change, but it never goes away.

If that’s not “out”, I don’t know what is.

I’m posting this publically and not just to my wide list of friends, because it’s not something to be ashamed of, however hard coming out can be for so many people. I dedicate this post to every brave person who has made a stand for who they are.

Surprises never cease. I just found ten tomatoes, ripening perfectly in the garden. There’s about twenty-five strawberries unripe out there, and a few strawberry flowers still. There’s pansies and calendula and borage blooming, radish pods, mustard seed and greens, broccoli, and sunflowers. I don’t believe that it’s October right now.

My family rocks. I had my birthday dinner tonight — ravioli and cake and salad and bread. It was delicious, and we hung around talking and drinking tea until eleven-thirty. They’re really quite fun to be around.

I also got two really nice gifts: a leatherman Charge, and a very good etymological dictionary.

I just had a delightful dinner with my folks and Max for my birthday. It was quiet and pleasant and delightfully intellectual in a way that only Max brings; a bit more down to earth than I tend to be when geeking.

We had barley and mushroom soup with borage in it, and bread made this afternoon, after rising all night in the refrigerator. Dad made a tomato and pepper and feta salad that was simply delicious.

Those who don’t code in XHTML will be the first against the wall when the revolution comes.

Isn’t it amazing that this medium we all communicate through is so conducive to making things fast, fast, fast, and yet allows conversations to span days, weeks and years?

If you’re wondering why Carrie hasn’t written you…

… it might be because you haven’t written to her.

Cuddling with old friends is nice.

I’m surprised there’s a crush there. Rather pleasant, really…

I wrote a long, long letter to Carrie — but then I left my bag at home and didn’t get it in the mail in time to get there by the weekend when she gets off. Oh, well. I’ll hand it to her in person with a kiss attached.

Work is insane. I’m doing too much.

I’m reading marketing books given to me by a customer.

Oooh, if Amy and Franny are in, so am I!

Ask me 6 questions. Any six, no matter how personal, private or random. I have to answer them honestly. In turn, you must post this message in your own journal.

Which OS are You?

I suspected it might come to this. I’m PLD, damnit, but of course, we take all the good stuff from Redhat, so why not‽ Besides, RPM is still the best way to manage stuff. Even if some people screw it up.

Geek drooling here. I have a half-gigabyte in a package that weighs about five grams. Intelligent Stick, you rock.