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clipped from thepagansphinx.blogspot.com California Supreme Court to Hear Oral Arguments in Prop 8 Legal Challenge on March 5 The California Supreme Court must issue its decisions within 90 days of oral argument. On January 15, 2009, 43 friend-of-the-court briefs urging the Court to invalidate Prop 8 were filed, arguing that Proposition 8 drastically alters the equal protection guarantee in California’s Constitution and that the rights of a minority cannot be eliminated by a simple majority vote. The supporters represent the full gamut of California’s and the nation’s civil rights organizations and legal scholars, as well as California legislators, local governments, bar associations, business interests, labor unions, and religious groups.

Happy Venusday, friends! I’m getting ready to head out to the studio and work on some bowling balls. Just wait; I’ll get pics up soon. In the meantime, I thought it was time to revive my old Venusday Love posts. I don’t have the time or energy today to go erotica hunting for ya’ll, so if you’re feelin’ frisky, you’ll have to handle that yourselves (Hee hee!).
The following is an excerpt from My NaNoWriMo novel from last year, entitled The Space Between, that I’ll be editing beginning in December after I’ve finished this year’s NaNo novel.

James brings a vessel for her Lisa Marie. A handmade pottery urn glazed in shifting colors; green, lavender, copper and smoke. They lay a soft baby blanket on the floor and sit cross legged. James has lighted white candles enclosed in clear glass and incense smolders sweetly; frankincense, she thinks. He waits for her, sitting in loving stillness and honor as he always does. She silently removes the lid from the perfect vessel (she refuses to name it “urn”) that her James has brought and lays it aside, then hands the small pot to him. While he holds it, she solemnly transfers her baby from the cold plastic and wretched cardboard, one small and gentle handful at a time, letting it sift carefully through her fingers into the waiting vessel in his hands. When she is sure that every speck is removed from the little bag, she folds it carefully nonetheless and nestles it down, burying it along with the small metal coin, before asking James to close the lid.
Setting it aside she moves her powdery dry hands to flutter across his face, to his lips. He opens his mouth to take this sacrament she offers, to take his little majesty into him, and this time when her mouth follows her hands to his lips he opens to her and swallows her sweet sadness, pulling her into him and drinking of her, tasting and devouring her, and she feels a heat begin in the core of her icy soul and cries aloud when she begins to melt and weep as he holds and warms and loves and begins again somehow, miraculously, to make her safe.