Oppression fucks you up. Just not in sexy glamorous ways.
'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Teppy, I think you'd like Justine better now. It's all sex and mysteries and cabals and such.
And yet we're not talking about de Sade's Justine, right? This is some other Justine?
well, there wasn't much mystery in Justine. Except maybe where the next blow was going to hit.
Well, you need to define your god. And the god that's being described on the billboards as I pass church -- I think he's being described as a loving enough god that if you're getting rigourous about it, you need to cover all the bases, and it had better be effable.
Sure, unless you're a homo or a commie.
(not every billboard church's god, but commonly enough.)
Erika, are you familiar with a book called "Our Lady of the Forest"?
{{{Aimée}}}
I don't want to be at work today, either. But I have to admit it is probably better for my emotional state than being at home.
Title rings a bell somehow, Trudy, but I'm not even sure why. Should I be?
Title rings a bell somehow, Trudy, but I'm not even sure why. Should I be?
Someone mentioned it to me today. It includes a character who in meatspace is quadrapalegic but in cyberspace nobody knows that.
{{{{Jilli and Amiee}}}}
Royal Alert for Aimee: I went over to the Ferry Building to snag some food and noticed that big sections were cordoned off. Then I remembered that Prince Chuck and his consort will be touring there today. (He being a big advocate/fan of organic farming, which is prominently featured at the Ferry Building).
I should read that. Even if it might make me mutter and think I could've done it better, as most crip books do, nowadays.