Okay, I'm dissappointed. Seems there are some folks from the blog meet that don't want their pictures posted. I have been waiting, just dying to see all the pics of the crazy, fun weekend I missed. sigh.
Why, I wonder- would I not want my picture posted with all these wonderful women? Thank GOD I don't have to worry about folks knowing I'm a lesbian. Gee whilikers, that's a heavy albatross - having to hide the real me.
Well, let it be known to all the bloggerdykes that they all look like Goddesses in my imagination. If pictures never get posted I'll just have to close my eyes & imagine.
I get that way with Doris wanting to stay in the closet when we go to church. She just doesn't think it's necessary to be a screaming "out" dyke. Of course, everyone there KNOWS we're gay & they are nice to us. Still, it's not a gay church, so she doesn't feel comfortable. She would have done well in the army with the 'don't ask don't tell' policy.
Not I. I am PROUD to be a dyke. And anyone, including any job, boss, preacher, teacher, neighbor, family -whomever- that doesn't like it can just shove it up their ass & twirl. It get's me angry that we have been made to feel so scared & inferior to have to hide our true essence.
But that's just me.
And I'm old.
And I just say FUCK that shit.
However, Doris prefers that I don't fly the Rainbow Flag at our front door.
So be it.
I put up a double red heart wreath on the side door.
Compromise. It beats a lonely bed.
I'm cranky, not crazy.
- well usually not.
It's just that with meeting Max & Elizabeth (which by the way I would NOT have recognized had I NOT seen their PICTURES from their blogs... aHEM!...) well - I was just SO FREAKIN' EXCITED to see everyone ELSE I missed that I could hardly contain myself. I get like that. I was way up, high on excitement ~ now the wind is out of my sails. Maybe I'm bipolar. I'll get over it. WhatEVER. I think it blows.