That is all.

Sometimes (on Saturdays?) I make 'art'

I took these pictures and then got all 'artsy' on them in Photoshop:


(yes that's me)

(I actually did very little to this photo)

(I love living across from a cemetery)

These are celeb photos that I did not take, but I have manipulated in Photoshop and/orIllustrator to make them fun, interesting, artsy, etc...

Fail Friday

Has it really been over a month since I posted anything? Wow. I blame the end of the semester plus holidays plus another quarter/third- life crisis. I promise I'll get better. I started a tumblr in the meantime and I also had my first interview/article on Autostraddle which was extra awesome because it made the Westboro Baptist Church angry/hate on me! :) That equals win in my book.
See:

Also, I made some funny graphics for a Britney Spears piece that Crystal did on Audiostraddle:




So much fun. You think I can put them in my portfolio...?

Feelings Friday

I wrote you a note-
It's been over 5 years, and I wasn't even there, but it's still so hard this time of year. Especially when, like this year, your birthday falls on Thanksgiving Day. I'm sorry I haven't been to the cemetery lately. Since I no longer work across the street, I don't get out there very often. Do you have your holiday garland? I hope so. Happy 25th birthday! Can you believe you'd be a quarter century old already? That birthday was so hard for me, and my grandmother died shortly after. You probably would have had a much easier time with it, just happy to be 25, to be older. The girls are going to be 21 in February and Justin turned 19 this summer. I feel so old. And also so alone. That's not your fault, it's mostly mine, I guess. In fact, if things had worked out differently, and you were still here, I probably still wouldn't be able to even talk to or see the girls. Strange how the world works, isn't it? I don't understand most of the time. I wish things were more simple. I miss you always and love you so much. That part is simple.

Themeless Thursday!

Update on my post themes:
Music Monday
Meatless Monday
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Trans Tuesday
Tegan & Sara Tuesday
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Writing Wednesday
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Themeless Thursday (anything goes!)
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Fun & Fantastical Free-For-All Friday (anything HAPPY goes!)
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Sapphic/Same-Sex Saturday/Sunday

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And on this Themeless Thursday I am going to share a little poem that I wrote earlier. It's called:

For My Mutual Internet Crush (You Know Who You Are)

Do I have a
new @reply?
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Roald Dahl
and celesbians?
I love them too!
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140 witty,
sweet characters
never affected
my heart so.
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A hopeless romantic?!
There aren't enough
of us anymore.
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Pining at the
computer... like
I didn't waste
enough time
here already...
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Oh well ;)

Mark my words, I might be something someday

It's Writing Wednesday!
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I listen to these words and I read these other words and then I have all these feelings. It's been a long time since I've written anything resembling a poem and like most of them, this one is untitled because then I don't have to say that it's finished and then it doesn't have to be real. Be kind. It actually isn't finished, it's rough. It's a work in progress. And it's been 'progressing' for too long already. 'Processing' is more like it. I'm so gay.
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I cannot make the
first move.
I think about it to
the point of exploding
but sit quiet, paralyzed.
One time, though, I did.
Head nuzzled drunk in her neck,
back seat of someone else's car
with two other people,
I snuck my hand into hers.
And the world didn't end.
She nuzzled back and with her
thumb stroked my palm and set
my skin on fire.
I was so afraid, I told her
later. She just laughed.
Must be easy to laugh when
it isn't your heart
on the line.
That might have been
the first crack.
There was another night-
I sat sleepily at the
end of her bed-
she looked at me with doe eyes,
patted under the covers next to her.
Like a puppy I jumped.
Falling asleep curved next to her,
she traced my eyes, nose, lips
over and over with her fingertips.
Light touch, lovingly.
I felt safe.
When I mentioned it later she
claimed not to remember.
Another crack.
When she gave me that
elephant and
I named it Spencer, she
laughed again.
At the name and at me for
watching that show.
The whole time I was Spencer-
new to girls but sure of
my feelings for her.
She was Ashley, refusing to
be labeled, keeping
me at arms length.
Push and pull, heart
cracking more.
When I said it had to be more
than friends or nothing,
she let me go.
It wasn't like the tv.
It never is.
Months of me giving her my heart
in every way I could think of
and nothing mattered.

Someone else needs
to break my heart again.
So I'll have more
to write about.