Blu plenilunio venerdi! Happy Blue Moon Friday!

Today is a Blue Moon.

 It also happens to be a Friday. That combination happened on New Years Eve.

I have developed a sickness with full moons in the last 3 years, It may have something to do with hormones and such but, I definitely get ill.

(cramps, headaches, nausea, indigestion, aches, pain)

I can avoid going outdoors with the blinds pulled, so its not like the extra light through the night window causes things.

If you get ill on full moons, please leave a comment!

Blessed be!



The Seeds Of Tomorrow

A lot has been digesting with me over this entire week. Socialization has been great to have a friend introduce me to one of her friends on 2 occasions. I also got to thank someone for being nice to me at random more than a year ago. Talking to her, I lifted her up from an adverse situation. I was all too glad to repay the favor. Lastly, work has me re-evaluating many things.

The one thread of this I prefer to dive into is that of my friend-which was the catalyst for all things being processed.

My good friend and fellow “excellent bitch” V, has introduced me to the wonderful trappings of vegan eating. Likewise, she single-handedly has introduced me to some really great people. After the most recent Monday night at Death Guild, we had a lot of time to reflect-on me. She has taken an investment in our friendship that is typical of a family member. Atypical to my blood family, I will admit that she is family in the textbook traditionale sense to me. She expressed many observations about my work and personal interactions that really sunk in. She made no bitter-sting-of-truth, as some do, but conveyed concepts through a caring nature.

As we struggled to find a way to get home at 2 am, the “Owl” bus ride gave us yet more time to draw ideas and bring practical applications into focus.

(The “Owl” buses travel across large areas of San Francisco. They do not traverse most common needed routes without waiting for another bus at 2:30 am.)

Rather than walking from the “scarier” part of North Point, I depart the bus at Filbert street (named after a seed/nut producing tree). Filbert street runs parallel to the famous Lombard street: straight up and straight down-and I am in the same heels I have been dancing in all night.

The comfort of foghorns, street lamps, the mist, and a clove cigarette are my only companions to my swirling thoughts. I haven’t been this peaceful in a while.

Having had a friend, extract and purify the substance to enhance my life was like an intoxicating substance. Truths about nature of work, friends, and such-settled deep into my psyche. The walk itself was both tiring and refreshing. Filbert street seemed as blank as being in the middle of an ocean or desert-any direction is as good as another, right?

I arrived home safely with really only 4 people total that I passed by. As I removed my velvet Grecian heels from my blister clad feet, the potency of the subjects were seeping deeper into me.

Tuesday morning came to me about 3 hours after I went to sleep. Hungover and exhausted, but mentally charged, I had one of the most productive days at work in a very long time. The coworkers were blurred outside the field of my vision and interactions were withdrawn due to focus.

The rest of the work week flew by as I listened to my headphones with sunglasses on with my head down.

End result-well its just a beginning. I was terribly full of achievement in the face of living for others that girls like me are prone to. So I got a few global quotes, but that was hardly something that is a long term development of my road.

I can clearly identify that my current job is temporary, dating on the internet isn’t for me, and if I got half the chance for career or dating, I am going to go beyond my slackluster performances from a previous life.

(A note on dating: I am new at this. I really don’t look towards anything beyond possibilities, I try to keep myself open to possibilities by not having my face buried into my smart phone dating app when some really nice opportunities may happen. No expectations, no worries.)

But aren’t those truest achievements the most gratifying?



Elect Someone Of Substance 2012

Election year douchable rhetoric from quasi-religious politicians in the news.
I sure fucking hope someone gets elected that is “pro” working class rather than increasing the divide between the rich and poor.

I happen to be poor and do not have a firm set of rights supported by every state-in spite of the fact I am an honorably served veteran of the military.

People rant about choices at girls like me.

Well because I chose to serve the country, the country kinda owes me a few more rights so that I am protected.

I am neither a criminal nor foreigner to have my rights stripped

just because I have a rocking set of tits.




Who Am I? Friday’s Edition

To explain this, I am really good at lists….

You can search for me,

Perhaps you may even find me.


But long before that, I was once a soldier in the Army. I worked on a $25 million aircraft as a 15X. Laser, weapons, ammo, targeting, electronics, etc…

I received the 92A skill identifier for logistics, and even passed Air Assault School and thus acquired my second pair of wings. (I need them for extra lift)

I graduated with a degree 3.9 and then taught Horticulture at Cape Fear Community College.

But I was  26 when I joined the army.

Before and during High School, I raised pigeons! Old Dutch Capuchine, Racing Homers, Indian Fantails, Birmingham Rollers.

Before the military was high school, college, marriage, child, lengthy divorce, children, divorce, break up.

7 years as an assistant produce manager for a grocery store no longer open. I laugh because that is a long time to be at any job!!

I am a musician since mid 1980’s. A few scattered bands; a few scattered recordings. Latest of which are in these blog pages…

My girl journey started becoming public and an external manifestation in 2005. My transition in 2008 started the first year with living and working as women do. No hormones-just social adjustment.

I feel I am a stronger woman because I went about this approach to face reality…

I lived in my car/vehicle through times of uncertainty/crazy roommates…

(Danced my way out of trouble too)

I am just a complex girl with simple needs. Getting a date seems to be the biggest goal and hardest obstacle to overcome lately. I never had a close family and so I am trying to find someone who would be physically close as a partner. Please refer me to someone you may think would be cool with me.

Sigh~ dating at 40….

But this his just another chapter of filler in the breath of a Saturday morning. Friday’s edition you ask? I was born on a Friday night (New Years Eve). :))