Dominacicatrix

Okay. First a correction.
My latest Sex Tips bit in Cherrie Mag. I meant 6mm dowel. Not 3mm dowel.
*sighs dramatically*
How could I get that wrong. There may be some super welted bums around town soon.
And a few more people boasting about breaking canes on their girls' arse.
Ah well.

And now: hyper excitement! My word for the day = Cicatrix.
Or cicatrice. Or cicatrisation! Oooooh, that one is especially nice. Makes me all shaky and wiggly and excited.
It is a word more often used in French than English. ("La cicatrice" is the scar a healed wound leaves". From here.) But it's there in English use indeed.
I'm reading 'Skin: a natural history' by Nina G Jablonski at the moment. And she uses the word cicatrisation instead of 'scarring'. Especially in the context of some cultures cutting and lifting the skin and introducing charcoal and other matter to encourage scarring.
I'd love to quote something directly, but I left it on my desk at work today.

And this reminds me of something that I was told as a young woman, by someone looking at my full astrological birth chart. Something along the lines of "You are in the eclipse pattern of the surgeon, and don't have the right to inflict pain without cause". And then she spoke about exposing wounds and not walking away, but then using my energy for transformation and regeneration.
I'm sure she wasn't talking literally.
But it's funny where life takes you.

And I dearly hope that I don't leave people exposed. That I don't cut people and then leave them flailing with whatever it brought up.
I can think of a couple of instances where I haven't been there for the subject as much as they may have needed afterwards. And that does still niggle at me often.

Okay. Enough fretting for one evening. A delicious thunderstorm is starting to roll over, so I'm going to hang out in the backyard with the dog and welcome it.

going Coco...

..Aaah, kiddies. Those CocoRosie lassies are coming into town.
Weekend after Mardi Gras. At the Factory.
I did book that night for a big date with Mr M for our anniversary. Buuuut....weeelllll....we can't remember what our anniversary exactly is, so I'm going to have to see whether he's fine to reschedule...or wants to come along. Though I do believe that a night of listening to their music live would be akin to hell for the poor lad.
Anyway...who's going to join me?
It'll be a good time if you can get past the god-bothering-shite.
If they play Beautiful Boys, Werewolf, or Honey or Tar, I will probably be a puddle on the floor.
*squealing fan girly*

In other news I am so sad that last night didn't go forever and I didn't have unlimited amounts of energy to give. I crashed quite suddenly, so apologies to all of those who I didn't get to play with as promised. Please know that this makes me very sad and I shall be baying for your blood again very soon. Or other parts of you.
*sighs dramatically*

Wee snippets...

- Anyone able to give me a few tips on recording someone singing nursery rhymes. Have to for work. Fun fun fun.

- I love dancefloors so much. When conversation runs out, or you can't trust yourself (head, heart or body), or you hit a wall at a party, or you feels so alive and wonderful... there's always the dancefloor. I love dancing.

- I think I made it in from dancing last night without waking up the house. People and dogs slept through the clicking of the key in the lock; and the creeping, shoes in hand, down the hallway. I think that's a first for this house.

- My emotions are not so much on a rollercoaster today, as on a merri-go-round. My head feels like it's being spun. My heart feels like it's being knocked against my ribs by centrifugal force.
Happy and sad. Delight and sorrow. Exhilarating arms-flung-wide joy; and deep base-note pre-grieving watchfulness.
Good thoughts jostle with the sad, like kids in the backseat on a winding road. Yeay for wonderful friends. Meep for Mr M's Nan. Yeay for parties. Boo for work stress. And so on.
On the whole I'm very well though. Operation Sane Grey is starting to take effect a little.

Wow.

A big wow of the sort that means what I do is worthwhile in the world...

The other day I received an email from a person who works with queer youth. They said that they had a person who said it was the queer books they found at my library that made them brave enough to get in touch with the queer youth group.
How cool is that!

I try so hard to build up the queer kids & youth collection in every library I work in.
You don't know how happy it made me to hear this feedback.
More warm fuzzies than a ballpit full of kittens!