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Sunday, May 23rd, 1999

This Time
Last Year
Hi guys. Yeah, I'm ok. I'm feeling pretty sane these days, so much so that I've reduced my St. John's Wort from 3 a day to 2 a day. (This section has been censored. Ugly, ain't it?) Well, the truth of the matter is that I *didn't* have my shit together last year - I had job nightmares, and housing switches, and an alcoholic roommate and the death of my father to deal with. And, no, I sure didn't handle it with grace all the time (ok, ok, I didn't handle it with grace very often at all). But there's no need to let the fear of *always* being like this become a self-fulfilling prophecy. The time has past for wallowing.

I hope.

So, I'm trying to reconnect with the person who is too much like myself. Gently. I want to study my fears, not avoid them.
So, last night I went to the Salute to Masturbation put on by Good Vibrations and hosted by the adorable Carol Queen. She makes everything so *positive*, telling us how her friend was an "excellent masturbator" and beginning the evening with, "Welcome Masturbators and the Masturbation curious!". A very positive evening for sexuality, with many film clips from Masturbation Education videos. The finale was from Annie Sprinkle's private collection: a long clip from "Post Porn Modernist" a live show where Annie invited some of her sex-positive friends to participate in a sacred prostitute ritual masturbation - in front of a live audience in San Francisco! It was a very intense segment, with drums and rattle and djijereedoos (I used to know how to spell that word, I swear) and candles and 5 beautiful women covered in oil, moaning and chanting and crying out in ecstasy - for a *long* time. I took some notes, as I'm writing a "How to" for female masturbation in next month's Clean Sheets.
Garden news: My morning glory seeds have sprouted; I'm waiting for them to get bigger before I risk putting in the ground (too close to "slug country"). I'm sorta worried, as Sharon bought a cucumber plant (without looking into what it takes to grow said plant) and is now wanting to use the trellis I'm planning to use for the morning glories. Ergh! David dug that flower bed for me - before it was just a big pile of sod that we'd all thrown in that corner. I've converted it into a "scatter garden" which is already sprouting with Asters, Calendula, Delphiniums, Godetias, Strawflowers, Zinnias and much more. I was going to put the Four O'Clocks along the back, right in front of the trellised Morning Glories, giving us day-long blooms (first blue, then red and yellow). If I'd wanted a cucumber there, I would have planted one myself.

The birds have been pecking at the top of the pea plants, but we're probably harvesting those for another week, then David and I will be in intense negotiations over what to plant next in that row. My vote is brussel sprouts - I *love* brussel sprouts, no matter how many gagging noises David makes about it. We'll probably compromise with various veggies - we're probably going to have year-round lettuce...it *would* be nice to be able to come home from work and just pick a salad out of the garden (lettuce, bell peppers, tomatos etc). Yesterday I had a can of tomato soup spruced up with fresh oregano, basil and chives. Yummy. Our aptly named Oak Leaf lettuce (planted a month ago now) is looking ready to eat soon.

Argh! I would type more, but my fingers are obviously out of practice (read: aching). Have a lovely Sunday, my dears!
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