Farmers market haul: green peppers, chili peppers, plum tomatoes, and four spaghetti squash (2 bucks each! If I'd paid by the pound it would have been, like, twenty bucks.)

He says that we can wipe down the outside of the spaghetti squash with bleach water every month and it'll keep the fungus off.

I have many friends (and have date many people) who identify as "genderqueer", which is a popular way for people to ID if they do not have a desire to be completely another gender, but don't feel right in the gender they were assigned. Some do have some surgery or use some hormones--to create some more ambiguity. Many use "they" or "ze/hir/hirs" for pronouns.

But im on my phone at a gay dance convention, so hard to go into everything I'd want to.

Big rally in Oakland today: per Twitter, Danny Glover is going to nail demands to the door of the federal building. (In truth, he won't get anywhere near the door of the federal building, I'm sure, and since the doors are made of metal, there will be no nailing.)

Me: I'm going to pick up my shoes, and hit the climbing gym, and then watch State of Play and make banana bread.

Viva la revolucion?

I am curently staging Occupy My Couch.

My next door neighbor is going to the OWS march in Raleigh, NC. I told him to call me if he needs bail. I support the march, but I have crowd issues

About to head out the door, but I think coversation is good, even when one is "not a X" because thinking about and trying to understand something ambiguous/hard-to-define that affects a lot of people is always, always of the good.

I think people should be able to identify themselves as whatever they feel is right for them.

Me? I like being a woman fine -- I fit into a lot of societal expectations, like enjoying dresses and shoes and make-up, and being mostly comfortable with talking about emotions.

I also like that I have a lot of characteristics society has long seen as masculine; I'm physically strong, I'm assertive, blunt, I geek out, I never hide my brains, I have no compunctions about physical violence if warranted and feel pretty confident in my ability to do so, I kill the bugs, change the flat, would be the one to walk down the hallway with the crowbar instead of my husband if I heard a burglar.

I'm very lucky that I am comfortable with my female form and my personality traits that do or do not fit in with societal expectations.

Mostly, I think of myself as a person. Who has a female body that I like, and characteristics that society often wants to fall into a duality, but I mostly think of as just...characteristics.

My hope is that someday, characteristics will be seen as that -- something a person has, and it doesn't matter about biology or outward appearance. They are just people, and who they are is who they are.

And now, after doing a lot of heavy lifting of furniture, I am going to Microcenter to geek out, and then I am going to buy a mascara with my garage sale money. And I am pleased to do all of it.

(It occurs to me I may sound smug, and that's not my intention. I just feel lucky to be able to feel okay about being myself, no matter what society expects to see or experience when they see breasts and hips.)

I'm with Sue. OMC.

I'm sitting with a purring cat on my shoulder. So far I have managed to wind some yarn, untangle some other yarn, knit a bit and throw some stuff out.

Oh, and I forgot - I came in to post apple cider caramels - want!

I'm totally down with Occupy My Couch!

Cleaning for tonight? The DVR. That might be it.

I had a lovely afternoon on the ocean celebrating a family friend's marriage. On the sexuality tip, it's funny to me how many of the mothers in a community I grew up in turned out to be lesbians. Like, maybe a third or more.

Anne, I am La-Perkins in words with friends

I am in the Lihue airport waiting for shrift. I thought about getting the car and getting lunch, sine I have a couple of hours, but I'm not sure I wouldn't end up napping on the beach, which would suck for shrift.