See this image? Those twins but for the halo n horns? I chose this image because I can be a snarky bitch now and then, even if I do try to keep it light here. You might notice my gematriculator, off on the left sidebar there? It says that Thorne’s World is 48% evil. I just leave it at that, because I like to think I’m a balanced kinda gal. It makes a statement about good and evil and it’s a bit of Tao, kind of a Yin/Yang thing, ya know what i mean? (Like those kitties! Is that cute, or what?!)

Truth is, it’s not a static figure. That’s just as close to 50% as I’ve ever come in Thorne’s World. I clicked over just before publishing this post and I’m running at an all time low evil today- only 27%!! I could put the 73% good banner, but it has a cross as the central logo which is just not my thang! (besides, I like being a lil naughty!)

I also tend to get weighed down by the world. I find myself reading a lil politics here, a lil human rights there… a lil environmental news, then some bits on endangered species… and the next thing I know I’m overwhelmed and all I can think is it’s time for Mama Earth to purge herself of this parasitic human race. See? There I almost went, just thinking about it!

But it’s Friday! And that means it’s the day a group of us are posting Only the Good! Read more »

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Humpday (In the Lovliest Way)

AfterEllen Hotlist
I found this over at Doug’s, and after looking at the whole list I know once again, that I’m an odd duck! Not that these women aren’t “hot”; I suppose each they are in their own way. But are they “hot” to me?? As in, could they get me hot? Would I beat off to the thought of some wild fantasy that they were in?? Are they just cute or shapely or are they actually, deliciously phuckable?

So excuse me, my fellow feminists, while I thoroughly objectify these women to suit my own fantasies.

So, counting down:

Thursday Thirteen Phantasy Phucks

13)

Anthony Hopkins

(Because I have a dick tooth and because every self respecting lesbian should have at least one fantasy guy. Just like every straight should have at least one fantasy ?? …) Of all the men in the world, if there’s one left that I’d hop into the hay with in a hot heartbeat, it would be Sir A. (And to think I passed up the chance when I had it because I was in a relationship at the time. Sometimes I could just shoot myself for being a true blue type! LOL)! Sheesh!

12)

Angelina Jolie

Grrrrr… that mouth!! I could eat her lips. (But only tomboyish, like Gia, is prolly my fav) More hot Angie pics:back shot, casualbeauty

11)

Xena

That’s right, Xena. Not Lucy Lawless. LOL. (Hey, we are talkin’ fantasy here…)

10)

Renee OConnor

Pretty much any way I could get her. She brings out my inner butch. More hot Renee pics:sweet, sultry gabbi

9)

Ellen

Yup. Sweet, goofy, funny, sexy in her casual girlyboi way. (Oh please… if the Gods are good she’s a top!)

8)

Queen Latifah

Mmmmm Hmmmm! (And I’m not all that hot on “big” when it comes to boobs, but grrrr111!) All the way ’round, but puh-leeze! In Chicago?? Mommy, spank me! Another hot Queenie pic:elegant

7)

Amelie Mauresmo

True. All true. Sexy… a great face with lots of character, not exactly pretty but still, that body?? Those arms? Legs? Hot. Athletic/boyish; that sexy roman nose. Yummay!! More Amalie pics:Victoire!, Joyeaux Amelie!

6)

Mary Stewart Masterson

Another who didn’t make the list. More MSM pics:At the river, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof

5)

Emma Thompson

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I’ve had the hots for her since forever, I think. Those crooked teeth! Mmmm! Sweet! More Emma pics:Sultry, Much Ado

4)

Sandra Bullock

Either way. Boyish or girlish; top or bottom. Yummi! ( There are so many hot shots of her in the internet, she is so sexy in nearly any of the many looks that she makes a perfect sort of ready made fantasy! LOL just pic a pic!! In fact, she started at number 10, so…)More Sexy Sandra pics:Feathers, Beautiful, Schoolgrrrlll, PonyTails n Boots, SEXYYY!!!

3)

Amy Ray

(of the Indigo Girls)
Passionate, sexy, tattooed, talented… and that nose! (What is it with me and noses?!) More Amy pics:Nice Suit, Tortured soul, with guitar

2)

Hilary Swank

Yup. Scrawney, wirey, androgenous… I don’t think so! Hot! With that wide mouth and absolutely scrumptious breasts (about as near to perfect as they get, for me).More hot Hilary pics:jeans, transparent smile

Drumroll, please………

But in the end. I’m a Femme. Oh, K.D… Be still my foolish heart (heart?! Well, somethin’s sure pounding!)

1)

K.D Lang

She didn’t even make the list! I tell you, I was happily married to the man of my dreams (literally) when this cover of Vanity Fair came out in 1997. I would have given my freaking eye teeth to be in Cindy’s place. But then, I was… if only in my dreams.

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My cockatoo, Kisses, ate my dialup.  Kinda.  Lemme start at the beginning. ( This is not Kisses.  It’s Hildy, my African Grey, but I put a pic of Kisses up last week)

So I’m Yahooing with a friend, and we’re getting up to a little trouble on a certain site, (I’m so pissed off about this so-called "partial birth" abortion legislation that the only thing I could do was troll fundies.  I know.  I’m an ass, but it was all I had.  It was either that or go crazy.)   So we’re doing the grrrrlll thing, laughing and gossiping and bullshitting.  I’m particularly offended by a particular clip entitled "An Aborted "Fetus" Speaks".  The only thing worse than the article is the stupidity of the comments, so I figure I’ll jump into the ooze with the rest of the pigs and play.  I’m posting some pretty pointed (to be polite) comments and she’s backing me up – playing the "straight man" (woman), and I’m just about ready to push "send" on a real zinger… and that dreaded dialogue box pops up in my face screaming, (not really, but that’s what it felt like.  I wouldn’t want my computer to scream at me.  I’d prolly hurt it, or pout) "your modem cannot make a connection.  Please check your settings and try again".  I’m like, "WhaFu…"?

Oh, well.  I redial.  Nothing.
Again.  Nothing.

I’m losing steam here, okay?  If I don’t get this fucker back online, I just know I’m gonna lose the will to post my zinger.  It’s a lil over the edge – even for me. So I haul my fat ass out of bed (indeed, I know it’s not Venusday yet, but I’m blogging naked, as usual) and go to check the cordless phones because sometimes when a battery dies, it shuts the whole house down.  Nope.  Phones are all okay.  My Cockatoo is hollering at me, because he loves me, but mostly because it’s his bedtime, and I notice… there on the floor beside his cage…a cleanly cut section of phone line. That’s my boy.

It seems likely at this point that somehow when I removed his cage drape this morning, I must have caught and pulled forth, so to speak, the phone line from the box.  Somehow it lasted most of the day, dangling enticingly within his reach, but when he finally noticed it… chomp!  Bye bye, landline.  I love my Kisses.  And tonight he was prolly interceding on behalf of the Great Goddess Computa.  Being the first High Priestess of the aforementioned great One, I do know that she is pro-choice.  Nonetheless, perhaps she thought it better that I remain to comment and clip another day, and chose my Kisses as her instrument to keep me from commenting as follows:

Good points, ####!!!
f*ck percentages. "Reasons" are unimportant. Rape, accident, whatever. My body, My choice. My mass of growing cells, (much like a cancer or parasite), feeding off of MY blood and body.
My body, My choice.

I’m sure the fundies and possibly site owners would not have been happy with my reference to "cancer or parasite"  Saved by the Bird!!  Woo Hoo!

Aaaaannnnnnd we have a segue… (an awkward one, and perhaps a tasteless one, but nonetheless a pointed one)

I am sooo excited about the pending birth of my grandaughter.  My daughter (my only child) who is 28, (and has made a full and knowledgeable choice to have a child, just as I did with her) is due (or past due, depending on which test) to deliver any day.  Her OB has decided that due to her Rh neg blood type issue, he wants to induce labor monday morning, if she hasn’t started labor on her own before then. We are packing her bag tomorrow.  Of course "Grama" (that’s me) has crocheted blankies and booties and fun stuff in cool colors and textures.  (Yeah, I crochet.  Wanna make somethin’ of it?)  "Grammy" (rhymes with Tammy= the GirlyBoi=my love) can’t wait to gurgle and goggle and act like a foolish girllll.  (Silly butch!!)

I have 3 step=grands from my late husband, Jerry.  (Soul-male)   I absolutely adore my grandbabies, although I haven’t seem Lucas in 3 years or so.  His mom doesn’t really care to keep in touch with me much.  She and her dad were never terribly close, and she just sort of drifted away a few years ago.  Thankfully, I get to see my other 2 granddaughters fairly regularly.  Their mom is my spiritual daughter and dear friend. Amber, the oldest, lives with her dad (Jerry’s son), and he never really approved of his dad marrying a witch, and now that the witch is a lesbian, he just detests me.  Poor thing.  His dad would be turning in his grave, if he had one. (But he’s here with me.  His cremains on my altar with a pic of his beautiful, sweet face).  I digress. 

So, I don’t see A too often, but her mom is good about bringing her out or having us over when she has her visitation.  She’s 13 and a pistol.  (Dangerous, like most teens.)  And then there’s my Willow Lily.  I adore that child.  She’s bright and precocious.  And bless her mom that she is so willing to share her with me, and let me be her Grama.

Still, you can imagine how excited I am that I’ll soon have my baby’s baby to love!!  I get to be "in" on the whole deal.  Her labor, delivery, close by to care for my Fawn and her child.  Babysitting.  I’m all goo goo gaa gaa.  It’s true.  Up close, like Cjarity’s mom was for her, and Jen’s mom was for her.  I’m so pleased that my F decided to have a child after all.  For some years she wasn’t sure, and although it broke my heart to think I mightn’t have a grandchild of my own, I always respected her choices. 

So here we are; back to "choice".  I did it, huh? Segue.  Cool.