joined on 06/08/06
last updated 02/10/08
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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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Silent child holding conversations with in her mind.
Endures the horrors
Enduring the pain
Remains in her thoughts
No one to trust, no one to listen
Ready to split at the seams, ready to burst
No one to hold her
No one who cares
They remain in thier world
Engulfed in their own importance
She is easy to miss
So easy to dismiss
Discounting her presence
Discounting those eyes
Discounting her importance
Discounting her voice
Easy to forget
Easy to push aside
That silent child
She listen to them speak
She listen to them talk
She listen to them decide her fate they would bring about
They think they know
They think they know
Assessed, it's done, they have decided
There is no hope for this one
No hope at all
She'll never amount to do much at all
Her eyes, her eyes
They keep speaking of her eyes
WHY?
Do they fear she can see inside?
Do they fear she has seen inside them all?
Do they fear she knows the truth?
What is it about my eyes?!
I can't even cry
That just wouldn't be aloud
Brother whispers quickly
Look down, look down don't let them see
Don't let them see
Your pain they will use
Don't let them see
Don't let them see
She fooled them all
She made them look small
She made them all wrong
She showed them who was strong
She showed them there was so much behind those eyes
Oh they were so wrong
The silence was mine
The silence is mine
I'm here alone
But I am strong
Damn it they were all wrong! HEH!
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 ...
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Thu, April 17, 2008 - 5:20 AM
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I just close my eyes and move..... *grins*
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...
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Tue, April 8, 2008 - 7:34 PM
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Have you ever been with some one that may intimidate you at first with who they are, their strength, warmth, intellect, knowledge, and at the same time find exquisite comfort because you recognize them know they get you, you?... By just sharing the same space you feel them without ever touching it feels familiar, you recognize them and you feel a bit of you there too? Unspoken you can feel that your paths as different as they were brought you through the same journeys, feel their awareness ...
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Tue, February 12, 2008 - 12:39 PM
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YOU'RE READING MY JOURNAL, I want to know 40 things about you. I don't care if we never talk, or if we already know everything about each other. Short and sweet is fine ... You're here, so I want to know you better!
BE HONEST! COPY FROM HERE THEN SEND DIRECTLY TO ME IN A COMMENT THEN, REPOST THE EMPTY QUESTIONS.
1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
A.
2) What was your dream growing up?
A.
3) What talent do you wish you had?
A.
4) If I bought you a drink what would it be...
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Thu, February 7, 2008 - 11:02 PM
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There are songs that are timeless that touch us, and help us keep our heads up and going strong, Helen Reddy's song I am woman is one for me...
I recently had some amazing victories with my work and on top of that an amazing person in my life that I have fallen in love with...
Funny how both as Wonderful/Great as they are, are scaring the living shit out of me, making me sleepy as well as making me sing and dance with joy...
I have worked fought long and hard to be who I am right now,
w...
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Mon, February 4, 2008 - 11:03 AM
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