Painted kisses on dozens of luscious boobies, a couple of nekid asscheeks and even someone’s freshly shaven head. Danced my little bootie off and best of all, got flogged on a gorgeous polished wood and steel St Andrews cross tonight-ohmyholyummywow!
I want me one of those babies.
Made this one for an erstwhile boyfriend of mine who was going on a trip. He had a thing for redheads. The celtic knot barrett is taken from a tattoo he has on his upper arm.
…if I continue to behave like this,
and I will suffer pains and bondage,
wounds and laceration in the lower realms.’
There is a repeating pattern to our behaviour that we somehow seem to miss. When we ‘re challenged, our habitual reactions are especially predictable: we strike out or withdraw, scream or weep, become arrogant or feel inadequate. These strategies for seeking security and avoiding discomfort only increase our uneasiness. But alas, they seem addictive; even though the results are unsatisfactory, we use them again and again.
Attentiveness functions like a guardian who protects us from repeating the same mistakes and strengthening the same patterns. We can catch ourselves getting hooked and avoid being swept away by shenpa.”
‘No Time to Lose’, Pema Chodron
Pema Chodron, an American buddhist nun, is one of my dearest authors. She is amazing, in her truth-telling, in her commitment and in her capacity for clarity and gentleness. When I am distraught, raging, ready to give up on my fellow humans, myself and the whole damn world, I read her and somehow, I’m good to go again.
‘No Time to Lose’ is her commentary on ‘The Way of the Bodhisattva’, a famous buddhist text by the eighth century sage Shantideva. She breaks it down verse by verse and gives us the gold in terms we can understand.
Precious.
I had such a pleasant day yesterday, just the Sam and I beaching it… So why am I feeling so tired, sore and unhappy today?
Damn, happiness is so fleeting! But fortunately, so is crankiness, unhappiness and grief… Although the latter can take quite a while to tranform, ultimately everything is transitory.
In the meantime, I just did mountains of dishes-so at least my kitchen is sparkling, so fresh and so clean.
Sam and I had a loverly day at Golden Gardens. We’d spent yesterday trolling bookstores and had deeply enjoyed a picture book of Andy Goldsworthy’s amazing creations so we were inspired to take some trowels with us and see what we could come up with.
It was so much fun!
Sam built these guardtowers while I devoured my latest Anita Blake, Vampire hunter score from the library.
We didn’t create anything nearly as breathtaking as Goldsworthy’s spectacular natural wonders, but heads turned and kudoes were given by avid toddlers(even the tiny, bare-bottomed hoochild who stomped them flat), so I’m happy.
It was a good sweet day and I left with that floppy-bodied, sandy, well-beached feeling… Tho starving! I could scarcely make it home and fry up the lamb steak that was bleating my name from the fridge.
Sorry, YaEl, but I murdered your lovely vegan soup-tossed the bloody meaty lambses right on top of the potful, slathered it in sourcream, squished a garlic clove on top and chowed down while Meghann and Sam took bets as to whether I’d make it through the whole damn thing.
I love garden broccoli, so I always plant it, despite the puniness of the heads I usually get. This year, my broc surprised me!
Sam hates broccoli, but loves chopping things, so he got to harvest the pretty head. I ate the whole thing raw, with our nori-wrapped hotdog lunch.
Mmmmm…
Yes, I know I’m wierd, thank you very much.
Bled all over my favorite Mudd undies last night.
Oh well, blood and mud go together, right?
When a paint-clad firegoddess asks you if you’d like a card.
The Fremont fair was awesome. I had a blast working(if painting gorgeous naked people can actually be called work?) the festival with LRS.
I love my art.
‘Give the jew girl toys!’
Sarah Silverman is frickin’ hilarious. Jesus is Magic rocks. Well, it’s mostly funny anyway and the scene where she makes out with herself in the mirror is hot.
Don’t miss the Santa Clause bonus song, but I recommend skipping the ‘making of’-a bit redundant, tho’ you do find out what those nipple clamps were all about.
I’m NOT clinically insane, or hopelessly obsessive-I’m menstruating!
Jeez, you’d think I’d have figured this out by now and stopped throwing myself smash up against impossible barricades. I guess that’s one of the pains of having an erratic cycle-you don’t quite know when it’s gonna hitcha with all it’s bloody lusty tides of wild, unmitigated desire, waves of angry frustration and crazy, luscious, lovely loving.
I was so happy to wake up crampy this morning.
I’m so glad I have friends in the house who love me.
Hurrah!
Oh, an’ I promise I’ll tellya about yesterday’s awesome artistic, erotic festivities soon-with pics!