so i'm meeting her tomorrow. early-ish, so we have time to see if anything kindles. at a bar/restaurant, the one where i used to do my homework. it's safe (i doubt i'll run into anyone). kind of dark but clean. she smokes. did i mention it's snowing? hard. i don't know if i'm up for drinking. and i do not know what i am going to wear. she's femme. is this a problem? i bet her shoes are better than mine. do i care?

despite the fact that she's from around here, and loves it here, and has that tone of voice (y'know, the one my hairstylist here has--yes it's a fact: you can gauge the accent of a place by getting your hair done), despite it all, she sounds, um, sexy. or, sexed up. hot for me. this is the only thing i am thinking about. she. wants. me. it's in her words, in her voice. i'm nervous. should i dress really nice, have her see me at my best right away? or save it, and dress down for the full effect. and then, should i wear men's clothes or women's, or both? the problem is, i hate my clothing right now, i haven't bought anything worth bragging about for near two years. shoes. i need shoes. i think i'll just dress hot. however that may be in the moment. whether it means my indiana jones adventure hat, my designer corset, or simple dickies and a wifebeater. these days, i can plan nothing in advance.

yay! i have a blind date!

she told me i'd recognize her by the blue lotus flower tattoo on her tits. so i'll be inspecting cleavage...i think this calls for tomboi-femme at the very least.

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i wish i could go to the 1st annual WOMEN AND MEDIA SYMPOSIUM, presented by the Center for New Words. At the WAM! Symposium, you?ll meet like-minded citizens, professionals and passionate activists, all with the same goal: to INCREASE THE INFLUENCE OF WOMEN'S VOICES in the media and the public conversation.

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and this is for me to remember when i do my research. thank you.

 
I'm dreaming of spring in NYC. I want updates of the things you do and see every day. I want to BE there. Bottle up the sounds of the streets and subways, the smells of spring fever when the cherry blossoms bloom and the upper east side girls start wearing skirts without stockings and little manolos. Art openings galore and Trannies filling the streets.. Skipping work to make a trip to the park or beach, and the crabby people on the train. The dudes who hold fort outside bodegas, the birds roosting in the air conditioner, the cat who sits in the bathtub, the windows of department stores, the changing colors of junk mail and billboards. Parades, and people sunning themselves on benches and stairs, cafes spilling onto sidewalks and dogs and undergrads with their piercings and resumes and the lovers on skateboards with tulips and kids in school uniforms on their cell phones and trips to the cloisters and walks along the river, cute kids rollerblading and brunch. I want it all.

It's snowing here. Hard.

There's a massive poll happening, regarding same-sex marriage: