It always feels a bit absurd, asking in a voice that dances with panic,
'Please, can I have gas?'
Looking a bit like an elephant without her trunk,
I suck in the sweet air and my anxiety disappears.
The last of the absurdities over here.
hair dye, no make-up., 07.08.08
It feels absurd, that in order to feel beautiful, I need to cover the gray with dye, cover the dark circles and spots with makeup, painting away the lines and creases and dots that make me who I am today.
It feels absurd that I have a hard time reconciling my heart and soul with my physical age.
Here I am. Naked.
More absurdities over here
My darling girl, when are you going to realize that normal isn't a virtue? It rather denotes a lack of courage.
-author unknown
The politics of being a girl are less complicated and solitary when you have good friends.
A soul sister who understands and accepts you; good, bad and in between.
Shoulder to shoulder, your experience of this world is richer because of your affinity.
more self portraits here.
This month's theme over at the self portrait challenge is political.
Politcal: Relating to your views about social relationships involving authority or power; “political opinions”.
Photographers, whose work I admire, are examples for inspiration. I've already submitted my political choice in last month's blue theme. Social and societal relationships; the politics of life, are my focus this month.
'hey mister, can you spare some change?'
I turn and the man asking, is clearly embarrassed. Fumbling, he quickly corrects himself, 'ma'am?'
I didn't have any money on me, (I was on the way to the gym), but the mistake was familiar; it wasn't the first time.
I don't wear makeup as much as I could, although I usually wear earrings. Jewelry, even makeup, isn't a clear indication of gender anymore.
I've had longer hair, but mostly I wear my hair short. Really short. When I've looked in the mirror with long hair, I stop recognizing myself, seeing a homogenized version, and I feel a little bland.
With my hair short, I look in the mirror and say yes. And when I do add the makeup and the jewelry, red lipstick and perfume, I feel infinitely more feminine and girly than I ever did with my safe, sweet bob.
more self portraits here
Passed on with love from my sister, originally this shirt was given to me for the chilly morning runs I'd take along the streets of San Francisco.
Later, it became my favorite, go-to sleep shirt, when running wasn't part of my repertoire.
The softest cotton imaginable, even as it comes apart (literally) at the seams, my favorite t-shirt in blue.
the last week of blue over here.
Just as you take my hand
Just as you write my number down
Just as the drinks arrive
Just as they play your favorite song
As your bad mood disappears
No longer wound up like a spring...
-jigsaw falling into place, radiohead.
Lately, it's been all about the afternoon dance party. My antidote to the winter blues.
more blue here.
I steer clear of politics here. Too many people that I love have differing opinions and frankly, I don't want to get into it, nor do I want to convert. I'll leave that to the mister. (wink).
To say that I live in a house where politics are important is an understatement, especially for the past 8 years. (really 9 years since the obsession began during the very first election.)
I don't say much, but I'm passionate about change. I thought just 4 years...I was horrified when our country signed up for 4 more. My stomach hurts just thinking about this election, how important it has become. I quiver with sadness and fear about our economy, our continued presence in the Middle East, the homeless and health care. What a mess for our next president!
This morning I cast my vote with confidence for a man that inspires hope and unity. It's Super Tuesday and for those of you in a state that has their primary today, please go vote. I don't care how you vote, I just hope you will.
For more self portraits in blue, go here.
PS. Happy Birthday to my Dad, who miss A declared, is the perfect age for a Grandpa.
Deciding to stay in my current office space, took a leap of faith.
Faith that my decision was the right one.
Faith that the center where I'm located will continue to thrive.
Most of all, there's the faith I've found within.
Trusting that this is the right time to take on more space,
a continuum taking place in my current digs,
more options,
momentum.
The last of the celebratin' over here
