*Big Sigh* and so here I am, grinning madly at the world and experiencing things as if I were once old and freshly made young again. Did I mention, perchance, that I love my life? Wait, am I not supposed to do that? Seems no one else enjoys their life, and I'm left to hold their hand, issuing my words of comfort, and trying to distract them with glitter. Damn depressed goths.. "pssst, hey you! Shiny objects!"

Oh but dare I mention this Lady Vulture could have met her match? I don't mean my other half, I don't mean The One Who Fills My Needs, I don't even know why I suddenly seem so...squishy. (*nods* yes, appropriate term) Can he deal with my glitter? Can he accept my brain wanderings? Can he revel, like me, in my embrace of freedom when it comes to my ever exquisite lady Friends? Would he Feed me? (yes, you know what I mean)... Can I deal with him?...

I've learned how to fight with a quarterstaff, and have the chance to learn steel, but my long wooden stick will suffice for now...(oh dear) I've picked up the needle again and have started aiding my wardrobe... adding layers of velvet and lace.

OH! *Squeak*...Such a lovely ego fulfilling/embarrasing event has occured. Whilst attending a Rhea's Obsession (see links) concert, the ever lively and exhuberant lead singer Sue takes a frozen moment of time to invite me on stage with her stating she remembers me and my ribbons from New Year's Eve. She introduces me to the crowd and asks how I am and what's been occupying my time...my articulated response? *Ahem* "I work a lot." *slamming her head on the table* I work a lot!? Wha?? Needless to say my tongue/brain must have been in my other dress. I gratiously mumbled a request to step down now, please?! I managed to save face afterwards by an electronic communication in which I outlined what, in fact, WAS occupying my days and evenings and gushed to her about my appreciation of her music and her presence. She reciprocated with smiling kind emotion. *little sigh* You've got to love those glowing people....and the unfailing ability to appear completely stupid in public...

Two new (to me) musical selections have made themselves slaves to my ears. Massive Attack and Esthero. Both have combined elements of Portishead, a touch of soft female vocals, with a dab of techno. Recommendations on both.

I have hooked into several egroups lately...they will be listed on the links page.

I have been longing for the theatre, even in dreams. It has been 1 1/2 years since my feet touched the stage, but it seems like so much else is keeping me busy and I do so get easily distracted with enjoying richly deserved free time. I've got to return to the scene of my crimes and coax people into an empathy orgasm once more.

Well, not wanting to overstay my welcome on your patience..I will scurry off into the shadows.

Take care my lovlies...and much love...

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