from Saturday:

We were lying nose to nose in the relative quiet of the garage.

"Mmmm. Good hands. Good hands is one of the things I look for."

"What else do you look for?"

"A quick mind. A kind heart...a feeling that, when they look at me, they are free of agendas concerning me."

I didn't say, though I should have, that I also look for people that I can look in the eye without squirming. They're rare. He's one of them.

It was a pretty fun day, all told--I attended part of the annual general meeting (I was late because I was waiting to give a couple of people who'd gone to the emergency room at the UW Hospital this morning--long story and not mine to tell), helped prepare food, met a few pretty interesting people, and saw a guy who I hadn't seen in a while. Let's call him...ah...Lydian. Now, I *like* this person, a lot, and I think it's a shame I only see him once every three months.

We're comfortable around each other. I feel as if I've known him a long time, even though I *know* I don't know him well at all. We spent a while catching up and cuddling tonight, and I met a couple of people who I've heard an amazing amount about but never met, finally.

Good music, a funny play (The Principa discordia in 23 minutes, by Scotto of http://www.scotto.org/) and good people.

I have to admit, I wish everyone in my large extended family got along. Then life would be pretty close to perfect.

He said, "Congratulations on your solitude."

It was exactly the right thing to say.

Have I mentioned that I adore Geminis? The right word in the right place makes all the difference.

Overall, the weekend was pretty good. Gatherings of pagans still make the inside of my head itch, unfortunately, but I managed to cope. And I met a lot of fun people, even if I was being kind of shy.

I feel sort of empty of words at the moment. I'm looking forward to the weekend and getting out of town.

empty water, 2000 remix

I am not
your state of grace
your mud-caked root
your bitter icicle

your sheltered sparrow
your wall-hung sword

I am not
yours.

down and down and
deeper down, I play
off of you, sunbeam hands
and moonlight eyes
plunging happily
into a hole
of my own choosing.

(one two three)
I swing upwards into the sun
(three two one)
I am dropping back to the sand
of the playground

I'll let go
someday, someday, someday
and continue my journey
upwards

and
(one two three)
I am hurtling towards heaven and you
and
(three two one)
I am spitting words like marbles out

oh, one two three
I refuse to be my own echo
and three two one
you join me as long as you can keep up.

--8/8/2000 (2000 remix)

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