Thursday, May 31

HNT - I'd rather be riding

It's been an absolutely beautiful week. The sun has been shining with just enough of a breeze to keep the humidity at bay.

I was thinking today about the things I miss most about summer. I think riding is the thing I miss most. There's just something intoxicating about feeling the rumble of the engine between my thighs and the wind blowing through my hair.

I miss riding along the coast and watching as the sea rolled in against the rocks whilst our knees nearly kissed the pavement in a dance; two bodies in unison, moving together. The pull as speed and gravity kept us tightly bound to one another.

I miss driving through small towns, the children running to the curb to wave their hellos at the two strangers making their way through sun-dappled streets on a loud bike that they could hear coming from far off in the distance. The Eastern Seaboard is laden with Crabhouses just begging us to stop in for a bite. We'd sit at picnic tables covered in newspaper and crack crabs, laughing and planning where to head next.

The future was just around the next bend and we couldn't wait to get to it.
I miss the open road and I miss the bliss that we silently shared in our close quarters. I miss feeling at peace and at the same time feeling as one with the world around me.

Happy HNT Everyone!

Ducati Street Ride

See the man!
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Tuesday, May 29

Tuesday, May 22

Girls Kissing - Guys Kissing

This coming weekend I plan to abscond away with Dyan and Cheyenne and spend some time doing those things that make girls feel better when they're feeling blue. We really need a break!

We'll hit the town, do some sight seeing and hit the local pubs. An all girl weekend.
Sounds like fun doesn't it?

To get prepared I think we'll have to watch 'Priscilla Queen of the Desert'. There's nothing more fun than watching Hugo Weaving and Guy Pierce in drag when you're drunk. Couple that with Abba music and it makes for a great chick weekend.

Here's a little taste to get us started.

Mama Mia from Priscilla.

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And on a hotter note...

I'll be going to visit O soon.
We've been watching this to warm up.

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Sunday, May 13

Looking Ahead

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Sometimes the world feels tight. Like a closed bud that needs to be nurtured to open and bloom. I've been feeling thus of late. My arms, which usually reach out, have been restrained. As if they were bound to my sides.

Life has taken on an almost surrealistic quality. Things have been changing and moving so rapidly that I can hardly catch my breath. It's as if everything I've ever known to be true has suddenly rebelled, turned against me. The moon and stars that once gave comfort now hold no answers for me.

I was reading today. I ran across this... Beheading Horror In Street. It just made me wonder what the world is coming to. The prediction of gas prices rising to over $4.00 a gallon during the peak travel season. The brutal murders at Virginia Tech. The war that will never end.

I remember posting this so long ago. I'm feeling the same now. It's time to pull back and gather those I love around me again. Now that my little sister is here and the family is once again working together I feel like I have moved back in time. Some part good, some part stressful, but the determination that resides within us, the need to do our best for the group as a whole and not just for self, has buoyed my spirits again.

I fell into the slough of blogging ridiculousness almost a year ago. Writing in an e-zine about issues I feel strongly about, women's issues, was a dream that I have had for a long time, but the outcome of the pettiness involved in the 'personal dynamics' of the whole thing just left a bitter taste in my mouth. It didn't however spoil my appetite for the writing or my desire to continue writing with other women. I still have my beloved Sexy Tomatoes and we are planning on introducing some new material there. We've had some delicious ideas floating around our in-boxes and we are all excited to get the project moving forward.

I've also been talking to a couple of other women about starting a new 'Women's E-zine'. I decided that the most important thing about writing with others is choosing your co-authors wisely. Lucky for me, some of the women that I'm close to are absolutely brilliant writers and bring with them, not only a long-standing, lasting friendship, but also a level of intelligent discourse that promises to challenge the way people think and the way women write about their own issues. I'm over trying to 'put lipstick on a pig'. This time it's the real deal and I am looking forward to throwing myself into the project with enthusiasm. This will not be a blog, we are going for it whole-heartedly. A real dot com. A real on-line, and possibly print, magazine.

For now everything is under wraps. The planning and decision making stages are going on pre-launch. I'll be sure to let you know when we finally bust out of our corsets ;) I hope you'll all be there to pop the cork and celebrate with us!

Have a great weekend!

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Thursday, May 10


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You are the chosen muse
I've got it all to lose
I think I do this all the time
but you elude my grasp
and I ache in the gap
between your skin and mine

How must it feel to be loved by darkness? To be coveted by Hades himself? To be held under his spell? His grip a vice, inescapable, desired, loathed.

must be the girl in me, the wicked whore in me
like Persephone yearning for the dark
you fuel the need in me, you haunt my every dream
you're of the magic breed, you are

To be taken by him, to be all that he desires. To have that power over him, that he has no control of himself, only his lust for me. And he is ravenous, unquenchable.

I have swallowed the seed of your cruel mystery
I am left coveting and scarred
you are my nemesis
my fleeting carnal wish
you're the erotic fist
you are...

To know that he is a stain on my soul, a need that refuses to be satisfied. And once taken I will be lost forever in his grasp, until I am no more than a dim reflection of myself. Conquered. Bound.

you have a devil's grin
make me want to sin
turn me into Hade's bride
when pleasure turns to pain
I'm the one with the stain
and one more secret to hide

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My guitar skills have actually gotten a bit worse since I've started taking proper guitar lessons last week because I'm trying to unlearn some bad habits. Trying to correct my form and technique has temporarily rendered me a little clumsy. And while I'm bitching, I'm still a bit annoyed that the laptop picks up my voice fairly well but makes my lovely Martin sound like a toy. :-( Oh well, what do I expect? I am recording straight into the little pinhole microphone that comes built into the iBook.

I beg to differ with her disclaimer. I think this is the greatest coffee table recording I have ever heard. You can read the lyrics here. This is an incredible original recording and Tree's voice is, as always, wracked and emotional, making me cringe and lust all in one breath.

Happy Musical Monday everyone!

Wednesday, May 2

HNT Scars

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

Papa Roach

Single white female seeking single male in North Atlanta /Suburbs for fun and romance.
Age 25 and up. Must be gainfully employed and ready to show the new girl how much fun Atlanta can be!

*Psychos and cheaters need not apply.
(Been there, done that... got the bodies in my crawl space to prove it ;)