All Hallows Eve

Yeay for dressup fun!
Mr MN had a backyard halloween gathering. Complete with real spiders. A huntsman took a liking to my outfit. Miss B spotted it on my black skirt, but I couldn't see it until it was on my white corset.
Miss B was a stunning Bride of Frankenstein. I was ...well... not sure what I was trying to be. But I had dollface makeup on, which was a bit disturbing.

And we got a lift home with Miss C, who regaled us with tales of foot fetishists. Apparently they don't like it when you wear foot deodorant. Makes sense really.

Today Mr M and I went for an excursion to MCA. Where we had a lot of physical reactions to the art. Dizzy, fuzzy, teary, squirming, wincing, gasping, laughing.
Better than staying at home feeling boxed in by the rain.

"schooner of New please"

Repeat after me: "Must not blog while drunk"
Want to write about love and hope and sex and laughter.
Will try and go to bed instead.

Oh, and it turns out that 'lotsa chains' AKA 'butch in a box' is going to be new flatmate of Miss Nurse B. And, oh god, she introduced us.
Bugger.
I so wanted to never talk to that one. Damn person is wearing glued on facial hair now. She made me feel his/her facial hair. I didn't need that.
Why couldn't it remain an unknown fantasy.
Bloody queer 2 degrees of separation strikes again!

Oh, and speaking of 2 degrees, Miss J is new House of Femme flatmate.
Is good.

I rock at pool playing when pissed.
Or perhaps, I think I rock at pool playing when pissed.
*grins*

Oh, and last but by no means least - I am now no longer dating a uni student. I am dating a social worker.
I am so proud of him I may possibly POP!

quote changeover time again...

"How many a man has dated a new era in his life from the reading of a book."-Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862)....And to this I add... that I found out today, his last word was "Moose"!

Bring it on!

For the first time in a long time I feel like I am being the Convener that I should be.
I actually feel that I'm pulling my weight in the community.
I've had so many years where I should've taken a break, but have instead been tugged along by it all.
But now I have some new and different ways in which I can work and influence positive change.
And it feels good.

family commitments

Not caught up with Butch N as much as usual these past few weeks.
She sms'd me to see if I wanted to come to a free concert with Skulker and Miss Higgins and others playing. I said no, I was going to the Granny Smith festival with the in-laws.
Then tonight did I want to catch up for a beer. No sorry, Mum's cooking a lamb roast.
No, really, she was!
Sorry N, it's not personal.
Honest.

Playing on the internet, like a kitten with a string.

Found myself at Google 'Local'. Oh I had so much fun when the Google Earth beta version came out. But I'd forgotten about it.
And now they have more pretty pictures.
I can zoom in on a satellite picture and see my house. And the house I grew up in as a child.
I always loved pictures from the air, of the area I grew up in. The most amazing caldera. And to look at it all again is amazing. Reservior hill. The BMX track. The Baths. The rowing club. The art gallery. Christ, I spent so much of my life in the park. And looking at the photos, I also realise how much of the town I never ever saw. I lived there on and off for my primary and highschool years, and there were so many streets I never saw.
*erk* best get myself to bed before I start getting introspective.

They're smelly, but I love 'em.

Boy and dogs. Boys and dogs.

None of that dykey inner west 'women and cats' nonsense around here, sunshine.

Tonight I shall do some work on the computer, try a new recipe for dinner (mushroom strudel this time - last weeks broccoli strudel was sadly lacklustre). And then I shall go to bed early and catch up on some sleep.
Bloody boys and dogs waking me up last night.

:-)

No rest for the wicked.

And I must've been real wicked...

Festival Application forms.
Media releases.
Mass email-outs.
Fliers.
Contracts.
Bloody excel spreadsheets full of dollars.
Meetings.
Phone calls.

Then throw in a dollop of actual paid work...
Speechwriting.
Training.
Crowd wrangling.*
Policy updating.
Event planning.
Computer wrestling.

*So funny. At work we had a visit from one of "Australias' Living Legends" (tm). Zimmer frame and all. I'm not sure if it was her zimmer frame that was causing the feedback on the PA. Couldn't fix it for the life of me. I suspected a surreptitious hearing aid under her hat. But dunno if that would explain it either.
The audience was packed with oldies. Some smart ones from the nursing home came very early. I was running up and down stairs with more chairs. And then catching the lift when the they started sitting on the stairs. Had a bidding war going for the chairs. Oldest person to win. Unless they could pull rank with a dreadful ailment :-)
Which they tried their hardest to do.
Funny.

general blah

The last few days have been a jigsaw puzzle of commitments and things I want to do.
Pent up energy and anxiety (and probably more caffienne than I really need) is making me jumpy.
I've been to three bars tonight - a quick beer at The Hampshire, another at The Impie (Bi-NSW drinks) and off to Manacle to talk about holding an event there. Got off the bus back in Newtown, thinking I'd head back to the Impie, but too tired. And the Hampshire folks had all gone home to bed with their girlfriends. All those sporting events must tire them out *grins*. Still, if anyone has a thing for sporty dykes, or chicks wailing and playing guitar; you know where to go!

Bloodlust on Friday night was great fun. I enjoyed going berko on the dancefloor. Little Miss R was looking fine for her birthday. Suitably clad ;-)
Miss L looked different - older, more like a woman than a young woman. I recognised her accessories, not her.
Sveta dragged out a few oldies - 'Sweet Dreams' remix at the opening of the set. For which I thanked her in a heart-thumping dance-floor way. And "Pump up the Jam" - which shows that she has balls, playing that to a crowd of goths.
Thanks Miss R, Miss B and Miss M, for pre-drinkies and cabbage sharing. It's always good, travelling with friends.
The next day I awoke to a phone call inviting me to a free concert or something. I was still not awake properly, but heard Missy Higgins and Skulker being named. I said no because I had planned to meet Mr M and his folks for a wander around the Granny Smith Festival in Eastwood. I think some folks may think me weird. But I really enjoyed the festival.

And just quickly I wanna say how proud I am of Mr M. Love ya, mister.

vu-vu-vul-vulv-volunteer work

Hey, I'm Convener of Bi-NSW for another year.
Seems I mustn't be cocking up the job too badly.
It was a long AGM.

I have to work out a venue for a workshop I'm running next MG Festival.
By tomorrow.
Pride Centre aren't returning my calls, which makes me cranky. I really wanted a space that was accessible. May have to leave that idea behind and try Manacle instead.
Anyone have ideas on where I can find a space with tables and chairs for about 30 people?

I have a headache behind my eyes.
I'm going to bed.

Hundredth monkey-girl

Right, I've already mentioned the amount of 'corset-and-feathers-in-the-hair' girls at Sleaze. Makes me want to do something different, but I've got so many feathers I've not worn yet.
Reading the paper online, I flip through pictures from the Paris fashion shows.
Lo and Behold there are feathers and fascinators galore.

Have they always been there and I've not noticed? Or is this the next big thing?
Either way, my resolve to try and find something different has firmed.

Oh, and remember I was talking about a crinoline number as a potential Sleaze costume? I'm still working on it for another occasion, and... well... it looks like someone else had the same idea. That someone else being Portuguese designer Fatima Lopes. Here's something similar to what it would look like if I was a half my weight, twice my height, and blond.
*laughs*

















from www.smh.com.au

a walking, talking day

Spent the day with my Da today, wandering around the city.

Visited the Customs House Library (Sydney City Council).
Was seriously impressed by the way the entry is so open. You don't pass through any security gates until you go into rooms or up levels where the actual collections are. Hence it feels wonderful and welcoming - like a space that actually belongs to the people, rather than the usual sense of coming into the Library's own space.
The decorations and design are good. Modern, funky, but not so much that they may date quickly. Enough different furniture to not be repetitive.
And reasonably accessible - you can actually see that they thought about, and possibly even talked about, people with limited abilities visiting the library!
Having said that, the kids section is incredibly poxy. But that could be a reflection of the usage of this particular branch?
http://www.cityofsydney.nsw.gov.au/Library/Branches/CustomsHouseLibrary.asp

I also bought a pressie for Da to take home to the family. A giant chocolate frog the size of my head! So cool.
I wish I could be there to see my brothers faces when they see it!

We visited the MCA store too, in passing. And looking at all the fantastic stuff, made me feel all inspired to create.
So far I've only succeeded in creating a mess. But hey, to pass on the joy of being inspired; check this site out: http://www.craftster.org/
It makes you want to cut t-shirts up and do things with wire.
*big grin*

She lied...

A lovely night at a chilled birthday party for Miss L and Miss J last night.
Miss J said earlier that there'll be a couple of people I know there, but also lots of new faces and some interesting ladies to meet.
So I trek across town by myself, all geared up to be brave in a party where I don't know many people.
And lo and behold I knew almost everyone who walked in the door.
How wonderful! All beautiful people, and a few who I've not caught up with for ages.

Funnily enough, one of the 3 people I didn't know, turns out to be a teacher at a school near my work. So some networking was made, in a tipsy way.

Mr L turned up into the room full of women, and Miss A commented that, if she knew boys were invited, she would've brought Mr A along.
While I cannot imagine this crowd being exclusionist along gender lines, I did point out that Mr L was a bigger girl than most of them in the room.
And sure enough, he soon appeared in Miss L's strapless leather sheath dress. What a stunner!

And there was Miss M in a tulle, handing out canapes; and an appearance from Miss C who I've not seen for ages; and Miss N looking like something out of the movies when cracking a stockwhip; and Miss L in red a white talking to an excitable tipsy swannies fan; oh, and so many more people...

And then Cinderella style, I got a lift back at midnight in the rain, to our wonderful queer ghetto. Many thanks to the gorgeous Miss J.

How to combat 'Come-down Tuesday'

Up early and take many vitamins and St Johns Wort.

Open the Library to find overflowing book chutes. This means the morning desk shift is too busy to stop and think downer thoughts.

Muscle relaxants and large coffee in combo = no stress headache :-)

Afternoon alternating between braindead cutting and laminating forcreation of halloween display, and heavy duty brainwork focusing on updating collection development policies. Calculating amount of recent payrise means I feel half motivated and half guilted into working harder.

Afternoon supplement = a green fruit juice drink that contains: Banana,passionfruit, plum, lemon juice, spirulina, chlorella (no, not cholera -but it gave me a start!), alfalfa, kelp, spinach, stinging nettle anddulse seaweed.
My God.

So, how was your Tuesday?

Sleaze impressions:

- As a girl with a boyfriend, I should be in the minority at Sleaze. This did not appear to be so. Fortunately as a girl with real tits, with a boyfriend, I still am. *edit* sorry, what I mean is that all the straight bio girls were stripper girls with implants *sighs*

- Like the Inquisition dress code of no t-shirts and jeans, Sleaze should send home anyone wearing wings or devils horns. Boooring. Sadly, there were also soooo many girlies there with corsets and feathers in their hair, that I shall soon be looking for a different style for my dressups. Enough of that showgirl nonsense, however much fun it is.

- So, obviously, I wore a corset and feathers. The crinoline didn't get finished in time, and perhaps would be better suited to a more 'pose-ey' event. I wore a fan of black feathers in my hair, with the red felt fascinator, and painted curlies on my face, and a lacey bra, red underbust corset, little black shorts, fishnets, and red buckled heels. It was mostly comfy, which was great.

- I don't often think about the lighting at these events. I heard some Pinkboard criticism of it. But I loved it. It was nice to look up.

- Didn't bother with the girl space. If I wanted to be in a small room with girls sitting around in groups, I'd go to a dyke pub night.

- The best dancing bit was to Mandy and Feisty in the Horden (where the bass sound was so much better), in the middle of the dance floor with friends.

- Didn't see heaps of people we know. Inquisition is so much more 'happy families'.

- Actually watched some shows for a change. Mr M and I fell in love with signing boy who signed and danced to the Rogue Traders show. Yummo.

- Sleaze is at a changeover time - the new crowd is the stripper/swingers. The folks that keep it going are the grey-haired poofters. They are gracious on the dancefloor. They were everywhere. They are gorgeous, and I wish that I will do that well when I am that old.

- Recovery in the backyard at House of Femme was most wonderful. Sunshine, cold beer, a pillow to put my sore feet on, the taking off of the corset.

- Standing near the exit with Mr M, my favourite comment was "Going off to the races now, are we?" Me in my feathers and heels, and Mr M in his pinstripe suit and red braces, wouldn't've looked too far off the mark!

- Other costumes of note = Miss R looking so handsome and dapper in vest, cravat and boater; Miss V and friends advertising for converts to 'fistianity'; and those idiots who had such incredibly realistic 'wounds' on their heads and bodies that would freak out anyone who was off their chops and saw them. Nut jobs.

Anyway, more later. My head has powered down now, and I best get some sleep before work tomorrow.
G'night.

do you believe?

With a horoscope this good - I'm not believing a word of it...

Aquarius
There are disruptive forces around this morning and you may be beset by trouble, delays, moods and people ranting about freedom issues. You are best advised to stay out of things and watch from the sidelines - it's the safest place to be. You are also advised to watch your spending carefully and make no last minute purchases.
[courtesy of www.smh.com.au]

This sounds like a fun pre-sleaze costume-making day!
*grins*