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had this totally functional lesbian relationship in my dream, and I was
just as attracted to him as a woman as I am to him as a man. He had very
nice, round breasts and pretty curly hair . . . This dream did not strike
me as odd at all until I was talking about my dreams last night and
realized that the woman in my dream was David (or the David in my dream
was a woman). We got along very well, both as women. I'm dressed all in black today with silver jewelry
in honor of the full moon/Friday the 13th. I've been called a goddess
twice. As much as I find a lot of my old pagan beliefs a little hokey,
I've found that being called a goddess really perks you up. It makes me
walk with my shoulders back, head up, hips swinging oh-so-slightly. It
also helps that I'm wearing my sleek black dress pants (these pants I
bought years ago at the suggestion of a stranger who was waiting for his
wife outside the dressing rooms at Lerner in Greenwood, Indiana. He told
me the outfit was classic and even if the swing top went out of style, I'd
always be able to wear the pants. He was right. He was also wearing
jeans, a t-shirt and a baseball cap, which just goes to show you you can't
judge a book by its cover). I think I'm gonna see how many of my friends
want to go see the late show of the Exorcist tonight. That sounds like
fun.
Researched Samhain (sow-in) for an article I want to write for Strange Horizons.
Daughter of Fortune by Isabelle Allende
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I had the weirdest dreams last night. I won't tell you the nightmare,
which had me so terrified I couldn't calm my racing heartbeat for 45
minutes (it was an emotional nightmare, so it's probably only scary to
me). But after the nightmare I had this dream where I was trying to find
a private space to have sex with my girlfriend, David, and we couldn't
seem to be left alone long enough to do much other than tease one another
mercilessly. Exercise log:
Stiff neck, so I went home and played Diablo. Oh, hush. With the laptop,
I can play in bed :-)
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