Dont Mince Words

A good Virginia girl found love in California. I have proof, it is possible, but,as you would expect, the freak flag is flying high.

The announcement states the couple had a double-tattoo ceremony. The bride tricked out her mother’s wedding dress. The groom wore white formal attire and derby embellished with kaleidoscopic braid and feathers. The couple were attended by a cast of forest deities. Ceremonies concluded in the evening with a burning of the groom’s interactive sculpture, The Swirling Cosmic Mystery.

This news item was sent to me by a friend in Virginia. She was probably suggesting this is what I have to look forward to.

Today, I rejoice in my singleness. While my vibrator batteries are recharging, I’ll go to Venice beach, bow to the setting sun, and say a prayer to my chakras. I have confirmation: There is someone for everyone, even in California.

I was in Vegas this weekend. It was my first time back since my trip in 2002 with Circus boy.

I didn’t gamble, but it seemed only appropriate that I wait in line at the change cage. I got two rolls of quarters to do laundry when I got home.

Damn smokers.

Today the New York department of health interviewed me for the WTC survivors’ registry. This is a 20-year health study to monitor exposure impact and effects.

You know what they asked me? They asked me if I was white. Not Caucasian, but w-h-i-t-e. One of the other choices was black. Not African-American, but b-l-a-c-k. We’ve been so conditioned to political correctness we forget there are other adjectives to describe the same thing.

Apparently, the empire state has decided to make our ethnic background choices simple. In light of the other questions they asked, it was nice they made this question easy.

Thank you.