A few inches fell this evening. Beautiful, but ruined my workout! No sooner had I got to the gym and pumped iron for a few minutes, the snow came down like crazy. I do not like driving on snowpacked roads so home I went before it got too deep.

I was looking forward to celebrating New Year’s eve at The Verb Collective in Albuquerque.

The Verb is an art gallery in the broadest sense of the word. Almost anything creative is considered art. I love it. Figure drawing, dancing, live music, drumming, hanging out and relating, as well as painting and sculpture! We’ve even had “Massage Pamper” nights complete with foot baths and volunteer massagers (like me) offering very passionate and heartfelt massages!

Alas, during yesterday's raw lunch at Body a new dear black lesbian friend with dreads (almost one of a kind in this town) may have saved my life: “DO NOT drive I 25 tonight! Any other day of the year—OK!”

I realized she was right: “Amateur drinkers’ night on the highway.”

So a Bolivian film (Sexual Dependency), a modest bottle of Champagne poured over mango sorbet and (organic) bourbon vanilla ice cream, and three beautiful women (two Texans!) was MY New Year's eve.

No complaints. No hangover. Alive and well.

Have a problem with public nudity and/or sexuality? I have good news! There’s actually NOTHING "wrong" with either! The Church is lying to you!

So let go and become human again!

If someone gets mad just tell them their judgements are not their own but they are INTERNALIZED cultural values (a sociological concept) and to start thinking for themselves!