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Gender
Female
Age
44
about me
Open / welcoming, non judgmental, eh, I can be a little quiet n shy at first, at times a bit heady but mostly I laugh and smile a lot, love to laugh, at my self and life..
Creative, independent, thoughtful, giving, polyamorous, computer artist, classical artist, belly dancer, gourmet cook, landscaper, burner, lace wearing Tom boy, with a kink, Martha Stuart with a major twist... Very multifaceted love to learn, create and do almost any thing.... A fem jock with curves, on the weekends I could be found in the garden, under a car, working on a painting, reading, at a movie festival, at a dungeon, lupin, burningman pre/de compression party, or hanging out in my studio working on my computer designing user interfaces.. Not conventional by any definition of the word... My spirituality, sexuality and self explorations are a big part of life, intimate, intense with great depth...
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My brother John died at the age 45 january 31, 2009
Sun, February 8, 2009 - 1:49 AM
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No ones life should be valued as disposable by our selves or others... How are we shaped by the stories our parents tell us about ourselves as children? How much of their stories color our memories or how memories are interpreted? How many of ones memories are ones we remember and how many are ones our parents have created a visual or their spin on it? How much can it damage, manipulate, or control another? End of a very in... read more
Came across on OKC, its wonderful..
Thu, September 25, 2008 - 10:41 AM
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A carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee... A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up, She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose. Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first s... read more
What Kind of Empath Are You?
Thu, June 26, 2008 - 7:33 PM
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created with QuizFarm.com quizfarm.com/test.php Scored as Artist You are an Artist Empath, one who creates their own reality and infuses the realities of others with your energy & emotions. You are poetic and sensitive. You turn your feelings into creations and share them with the world. Everything you touch turns to song and is freed by the color of your eyes. Your spirit dances with the winds and paints delight in the evening sky. ... read more I feel that my generation born in the sixties of mixed nationalities faced being the first on the predominate white block... I was born in a city, brought up in the country, or rural area where my mother grew up, hours from the nearest city. West Side Story was making its statement, and my mother was in love with west side story. She was living in the city attending nursing school, had a fairly large mix of various nationalities, good size Puerto Rican community. I was use to a bouquets ... read more
I just close my eyes and move..... *grins*
Tue, April 8, 2008 - 7:34 PM
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Feelin love by Paula Cole You make me feel like a sticky pistol... leaning into a stamen You make me feel like a mister sunshine... Himself You make me feel like splendor in the grass... While we're rollin' Damn skippy baby You make me feel like the Amazon's runnin' between... my thighs CHORUS: You make me feel love, love, love, love, love love, love, love, love, love You make me feel love, love, love, love, love love, love... read more
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