ravenface
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Mon, Jul. 13th, 2009 10:32 am
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O' Diary, the sky last night was so unbelievably beautiful. Everything so perfectly clear and...high-definition is the best analogy, I suppose. The skyline, though always iconic, is often...hazy. Last night made it look like I've always previously seen it on a broken black and white cabinet monitor on top of a broken version of same. So vibrant. Like having access to a bee's visual spectrum for a few moments or having the senses of my childhood restored. Last night gave me bee eyes. The city revealed its true self. Someone wiped the grime off of the lens. It was how the Indians must have seen it. It was how the Vikings must have seen it. It was how I want to remember it. Cat CotE was a massive success physically, creatively, financially and spiritually. So many people said so many movingly beautiful things, and there was such a range of reaction to it. Like, one older man pulled me aside to say it was a play "the country needed now at this time!" and I thought at first he meant "people need a funny distraction," but he was referring to the "message" about renewable resources (the clockwork chaps) versus "environmentally destructive fuel sources" (the mummies). Most people responded to the "audacious spectacle" of it and the, you know, jokes. The cast was so fucking good at interpreting everything. Just, super, attractive intuitive people. The great gulf, the yawning chasm between a script and an actual performance is massive. Like, so many of the gestures and ideas and, in many cases, actual spoken lines that were added as the "work" developed made it what it was. Really great crowds of people who wanted to be there or were dragged to it and won over by it gave us such great reactions, mostly crashing laughter and appreciation. It made us better. Of the six performances, only one was...flat, and that was probably due to it being so close to the Friday sell-out "to the rafters" crowd and the early start time. A few of us had "matinee mouth." Also, I somehow ended up making money.  So, we were able to have a big party afterward without needing to resort to a sort of whiskey soaked version of the Loaves and Fishes miracle. Some maniac invented the Cookie Palm Shot, which involved putting a chunk of chocolate chip cookie in your hand and him pouring some sort of corn-squeezin rotgut on it. Awful, just awful, but we drank it just the same and wiped our dripping chins with toilet paper. I got a call from AMC in the middle of everything and was hired to make a commercial for...Jumanji sponsored by...the Golden Corral, which is sort of...hilarious. I wonder if I will make the commercial the nation needs now at this time. A lot more thoughts on the play experience, but now I have to make it look like the animals from the movie are hungry for vats of collard greens and bins of mac n cheese. Also cornbread. O' Diary, It was good to see my mother for her birthday. I had dedicated the play to her mother, my grandmother, and she was moved by that, and I was moved by her reaction to that. She got along great with the cast. Houdini's Grave - The Craft Brothers   
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myz_lilith
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Mon, Jul. 13th, 2009 02:14 pm
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After having to perform emergency maneuvers to get out of work early (curse of the illustrator - workload here has died down but yet ~I'm~ still busy) I managed to snag the 2 o'clock train to Nottingham. Ended up doing a piece by piece outfit change on the train as I didn't like leaving my bag alone for too long. Amusing to watch peoples expressions as they witnessed business woman to goth punkette transformation occur layer by layer. (Mostly complimentary though, which was a nice surprise.) Also amusing was the knowledge that my frilly bloomers were in fact old pyjama bottoms, which meant I spent the whole night feeling like a 7-year-old playing dress up. Which I guess isn't that far from the truth. Unfortunately due to a bit of bad timing managed to be mid-change when the train passed through Dronfield, which was a shame, as I'd have liked to have seen it in daylight (I grew up there, but haven't been back in over 20 years.) Patrick was arriving at the station at the same time as me, which meant we managed to find each other way before we found Chris. Nottingham is not a large station, but has a ridiculously large number of exits. Well, three. But we still managed to find all the wrong ones first and ended up having to go all round the outside of the station to find where Chris was waiting for us. Headed back to his place via a wormhole (in that we passed through a shopping centre with an actual Wimpy, and those all closed shortly before the dinosaurs went extinct in the real universe) and a hill and an are-we-nearly-there-yet and a wonderful signpost for the blind (that not only had braille directions but also a raised picture of the building in front of it) and the office of Rupert Bear, solicitor (now retired). Once at Chris's, plan was to drop off bags and do super-fast make-up. (He chose his flat primarily because of the purple corridors, as more people should.) Amazingly I was ready to go out before anyone else. This may have been due to changing on the train, but was most likely due to the lure of pub. Berated the boys for being more interested in cufflinks and nicely ironed shirts than alcohol and accused them of being old. (They did remind me that even ten years ago they were obsessed with nicely ironed shirts and besides the cufflinks were made of meteorites so that was alright. Although they failed to cause the wearer to develop mutated zombie hands, which was disappointing.) Got to pub, met up with birthday Becky and Paul, and Paul and Jane, and friend of Becky's whose name I forgot but who I accidentally wibbled about writing and poetry at until he ran away! (He may also have needed to be elsewhere, so it might not be all my fault.) As might be expected, Wrongness occurred very quickly. Various factors contributed to this, including but not limited to: - the discovery that the Deadly Sins cocktails were cheaper if you bought two
- the discovery that the virtue shots were cheaper if you bought three
- the wonky maths meaning that even though three of us were at the bar, we still ended up getting three shots each because, um... it was Kris's fault!
- co-ordinating a triple shot of faith, hope and charity
- the discovery that Sins taste good mixed
- the mistaken belief that a plate of cheesy chips canceled out all previous alcohol
- realising just before leaving that if we drank just 4 more shots each we would contain all the virtues in the world, which immediately became compulsory
- drinking temperance shots while toasting temperance
- making Paul join in for just being somewhere vaguely near the bar at the time
- doing much of the above in the space of under an hour
There probably would have been even more wrong if it were not for the eye-wateringly extortionate price of drinks in Rock City. When even Southerners are complaining about the prices you know they're bad. Gave up on bar after one round and found spot to watch from. Technically this was near the back, but since everyone was crammed into the small room it was still practically within arms reach of the stage. Unfortunately it meant it was also within striking distance of the smoke machine, that was being manned by a bloke who was obviously under the impression that this was a Sisters of Mercy gig, or possibly a low budget remake of a bad horror movie. (There were zombies at the gig, but they were escorted out by security. We never found out whether this was for eating brains or not. Or whether meteorite cufflinks were involved.) (to be continued...)  rejuvenated
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myathenemiranda
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Sat, Jul. 11th, 2009 10:27 pm
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http://athenemiranda.deadjournal.com/335815.html athene1miranda: fyi i am stuck at the part where the Sorrow has his hands full of the Joy's breasts and has paused to worry about the meaning of his life. athene1miranda: i think i hate him fireholly99: .....sigh fireholly99: mind you, that is so metal gear fireholly99: "you are holding the boobs of the sexiest woman in the world. What do you do." a) have sex with her b) monologue
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auntysarah
Sarah Brown |
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Sat, Jul. 11th, 2009 12:52 pm
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Another trans woman has been murdered in an apparent hate crime. The article in the Daily Mail is here. All the usual stuff - contains blurry pre transition photo of the victim, use of old name, all that stuff. Turns out this woman in Russia was proposed to by boyfriend, she turned him down, he went through her mail, discovered she was a trans woman, and shot and mutilated her. Apparently " The man faces psychological tests before a decision is taken on whether to prosecute him". The cynic in me says he'd probably get off anyway - trans women have been seen as expendable all too often in these murders; after all, we probably bring it on ourselves, tricking poor heterosexual men like that into being almost gay. In a violation of my own rule #1 with respect to these articles, never, ever, ever read the comments, I read the comments. It didn't take long for "Bob" from the Wirral to opine: i think he had a right to be upset.The empathy is tangible. There's no word about the dead woman from Bob, because he's concentrating on the real victim here, the poor, poor red blooded heterosexual man who was subjected to the worst ordeal ever, a fate worse than death; sleeping with a trans woman. RIP, Camila. I never knew you, but you were my sister, and I shall mourn your passing.
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dk_leathers
DK of the leather family |
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Sat, Jul. 11th, 2009 02:13 pm
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Oh noes!!! I've been so busy with Lina's birthday, life, the universe and everything I almost completely forgot we're doing the Race for Life in Chesterfield tomorrow - 5km - in aid of anyone who's ever been touched by Cancer (including both my grandmothers). So if you haven't managed yet and are able to (no amount too small I promise!!) then pleeeease sponsor me? https://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/dkgreenThank you! ~hope I haven't left it too late to meet my target!~
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naked_wrat:
feminist_sex
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Sat, Jul. 11th, 2009 01:41 pm
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----- Forwarded message ----- Hi everyone! Amnesty International has just released a VERY URGENT action on Lithuania where the Seimas (parliament) is going to vote on Tuesday (July 14) on whether to put into effect a very homophobic law that would ban a lot of materials from schools and even from public places and the media in general. Fortunately, Amnesty UK has set up a webpage where you can just click to send a submission to the Lithuanian authorities. It's very quick and easy! So, PLEASE go to this link and make a submission. It will take just 60 seconds. And please send this link to your other activist networks so we can generate as many messages as possible over the next three days. Here's the link: http://www.amnesty.org.uk/lgbtThanks everyone! All the best, Tony Pitman Amnesty International LGBT group convener, Melbourne, Australia
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