Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Falling Rose Petals



I used my iphone 3, with hipstamtic app.  Dried rose petals from the Valentine's Day bouquet from TH, and window insulating film.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Our economy is really this bad?

Well, in my mistaken opinion, I had thought our economy was slowly improving.  After seeing this sign in my local Megamart, it seems that I was overly optimistic.  So, if any of y'all are looking for cute houseboys, here's your chance!  This could also be your big chance to fulfill your harem fantasy!  I was all set to pick me up a two-for-one, but sigh TH nipped that idea in the bud! 




Thursday, March 24, 2011

Biki and the Pflag Meeting



The day peeked around the shades in the darkened bedroom, slowly Biki was beginning to rouse.  After floating for a while in that blissful state between awake and sleep, suddenly was ripped from that nirvana by the remembrance that today was the DAY.  Speaking in front of others day.  Speaking about being an other.  Speaking to others about being a patchwork person.

In an effort to find a way back to connect on any layer with the feminine, small things have been lately tried by Biki.  The one thing that he can get out of the house with is black fingernail polish.  For whatever reason, black is Biki's strength color.  Wearing black makes Biki feel brave, strong, and able to deal with other people without fear.  Slathering a thick coat of black on nails, grabbing the blackest shirt, black earrings, grabbing the catalog from the transgender conference, he was ready to go.

In the car, blasting The Gazette hoping to fill the worried scared crevices with head bang deliciousness, he drove to the wrong street.  Pulling into an empty parking lot, pulling out the trusty iphone, ahh ... okies not 4 Avenue, but 8th!  Still even with the unscheduled scenic route, he wasn't late.  But what's this?  No Pete?  Sigh, he couldn't make the meeting, and it was ran by Beverly.  Okies, he can deal with that.  As the meeting wandered through new business, and the old that needed to be dealt with, Beverly looked up and asked, "Any new business?"  Well crap on a damask tablecloth, Pete had forgotten to put him on the agenda.

"Umm, yeah.... I guess Pete forgot to add me to the agenda."  This was it, the moment that he was dreading.  Telling people, random people what he is, giving them the ability to see Biki for what he is.  The only thing worse than not being seen, is being seen.  Leaping off the cliff, Biki began to speak, and badly at that...sigh.....  Mixing up genders, mixing up the days, the Biki car was completely out of control.  And then to make matters worse, as if that was even possible, he realized just how out of control Biki was, he was doing the feminine.  Fluttering hands, voice climbing ever higher, tears held back only by surface tension, sitting ever smaller.

In the train wreck, the governor came off Biki's tongue and stuff started falling out of his mouth.  Things that Biki didn't intend to share started leaping out of Biki, and into the bright light of the day.  And as he slowly came to a stop, it was to dead silence.  No one knew what to say to him.  Then finally, thankfully someone asked why I didn't want to sponsor anyone younger than 18.  When Biki said, "I don't want to have to monitor them at the dance, to make sure they aren't caging drinks off of someone.  And for sure I'm not going to going to want to keep track of their bed, either if they are in it, or whose in it with them."  That loosened everyone up.  Whew!  Then of course someone HAD to mention the fact that 18 is not old enough to drink, when a voice countered with, "Yeah, of course.  But the deal is Biki wouldn't be legally responsible for any of their actions."

The meeting limped to an end then, and Biki leaped out the door, as if the hounds of IRS was after him.

Two days later at the video store, while chatting with the clerk, who is a real fun girl, some portion of Biki's brain took over, and told the her, "Hi, I'm Gill, and I'm transgender.  I'm a boy living in a girl."  She took it well, and the conversation continued, it was both a fearful thing, and a heady thing for Biki to say out loud.  Straight up, Biki needs to be more wary of his tongue in the future.


Monday, March 14, 2011

Finally!



Finally, a Lady Gaga song I like! Cause really, if one can't headbang to a song, is it really music? Ok, I suppose it is, classical music this is a nod for lovely you. But, life is to short not to headbang at every and any moment, yeah??

Saturday, March 12, 2011

From The Inside































Friday, March 4, 2011

5 on the Fifth

Stephen started this wonderful idea, to show our world through the lens of a camera.  This month I used my iphone with an app called Hipstamatic, whose tag line is, "Digital Photography Never Looked So Analog".  This month the theme is lines.

lines in the snow







lines of communication

lines of photosynthesis

lines of power

lines of bamboo, dinner!