tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206627732008-08-20T15:17:32.596-04:00one tenacious baby mamaDark Daughtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461439416312772862noreply@blogger.comBlogger1675125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662773.post-21579342357422996592009-02-14T15:01:00.005-05:002008-04-03T10:41:34.536-04:00Free The Newark 4...I'll leave this post up for a while<b>I guess attention, action and support are finite in Black community. No groundswell of support for these young Black lesbians. Heaven forbid we support Black lesbians.<br /><br /></b><blink><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://darkdaughta.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-even-here-there-are-no-tearsonly.html">Free the Newark (Black) Lesbian 4</a></b><br /></div></blink><div class="blogger-post-footer">if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</div>Dark Daughtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461439416312772862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662773.post-41201343296072366292008-08-20T15:12:00.002-04:002008-08-20T15:17:32.617-04:00This poet had a *home* and loved it fiercely, with all his heart...<b>I am from There<br />by Mahmoud Darwish<br /><br />I come from there and remember,<br />I was born like everyone is borne, I have a mother<br />and a house with many windows,<br />I have brothers, friends and a prison.<br />I have a wave that sea-gulls snatched away.<br />I have a view of my own and an extra blade of grass.<br />I have a moon past the peak of words.<br />I have the godsent food of birds and olive tree beyond the ken of time.<br />I have traversed the land before swords turned bodies into banquets.<br />I come from there. I return the sky to its mother when for its mother the<br />sky cries, and I weep for a returning cloud to know me.<br />I have learned the words of blood-stained courts in order to break the rules.<br />I have learned and dismantled all the words to construct a single one:<br />Home<br /><br />I only heard about him via <a href="http://apoeticjustice.blogspot.com/2008/08/rest-in-peace-mahmoud-darwish.html" target="_blank">Poetry Man's blog entry about his death</a>. Mahmoud Darwish loved the Palestine and from the sounds of it, they loved him, too. He was an exile. What am I his poems ask me? I can't call myself that. I can only yearn for "home" and understand that there is no choice for me except to find it within.<br /><br />Find out him. I know I will.<br /><br />Without exile, who am I?<br />by Mahmoud Darwish <br /><br />Stranger on the bank, like the river . . . tied up to your<br />name by water. Nothing will bring me back from my free<br />distance to my palm tree: not peace, nor war. Nothing<br />will inscribe me in the Book of Testaments. Nothing,<br />nothing glints off the shore of ebb and flow, between<br />the Tigris and the Nile. Nothing<br />gets me off the chariots of Pharaoh. Nothing<br />carries me for a while, or makes me carry an idea: not<br />promises, nor nostalgia. What am I to do, then? What<br />am I to do without exile, without a long night<br />staring at the water?<br />Tied up<br />to your name<br />by water . . .<br />Nothing takes me away from the butterfly of my dreams<br />back into my present: not earth, nor fire. What<br />am I to do, then, without the roses of Samarkand? What<br />am I to do in a square that burnishes the chanters with<br />moon-shaped stones? Lighter we both have<br />become, like our homes in the distant winds. We have<br />both become friends with the clouds'<br />strange creatures; outside the reach of the gravity<br />of the Land of Identity. What are we to do, then . . . What<br />are we to do without exile, without a long night<br />staring at the water?<br />Tied up<br />to your name<br />by water . . .<br />Nothing's left of me except for you; nothing's left of you<br />except for me -- a stranger caressing his lover's thigh: O<br />my stranger! What are we to do with what's left for us<br />of the stillness, of the siesta that separates legend from legend?<br />Nothing will carry us: not the road, nor home.<br />Was this road the same from the start,<br />or did our dreams find a mare among the horses<br />of the Mongols on the hill, and trade us off?<br />And what are we to do, then?<br />What<br />are we to do<br />without<br />exile?<br /><br /><br><br /><br><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><style="font-style:"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</span></style="font-style:></div><br /></b><div class="blogger-post-footer">if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</div>Dark Daughtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461439416312772862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662773.post-19519842961901623642008-08-20T10:22:00.004-04:002008-08-20T10:43:04.036-04:00Okay, I've got another plan...<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mEM1RuiyUGA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mEM1RuiyUGA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><b>I realize I've been spending a lot of time chatting online with the men I've been meeting...which has ranged anywhere from totally amazing to good to fine to okay to so-so to downright bo-riiiinggg...<br /><br />Yesterday I was walking and had a moment where something I'd been struggling with...something about connection to the people who have actually worked really hard to stay connected, crystalized.<br /><br />Chatting with bloggers. Of course, I realize that people probably already do this. I...do not...have not. But I realize that this will be another way to climb over the walls separating our blogs one from the other, our experiences lived so apart from each other.<br /><br />Will anyone humour me and play along?<br /><br />I'm thinking of and speaking specifically to the folks I already "know". These are the people who have insisted on attempting to connect with me even at my most uncommunicative. These are the people who always seem to still be standing after I've fired off a fine round of high impact explosives designed to shake things up in our own yards. These are the ones who have persistently stepped in rather than stepped out.<br /><br />You know who you are. :) I've found another way to host one-on-one tea parties. whooHOO!<br /><br />Okay...<br />So, I'll be going back to posting on The Peace Tree on Fridays. I worked out, tantrummed, breathed...in...out...expanded my search parameters...envisioned new possibilities which has left me able to blog not just here but also there.<br /><br />Fridays, while my scheduled posts drop there, I'd like to be chit chatting real time with the folks who have ALREADY BEEN COMMENTING ON THE REGULAR WHO I'M ALREADY ACQUAINTED WITH. I'm even willing to expand my sphere of interaction to include PEOPLE I MAY HAVE HAD POWERFULL CONNECTIONS WITH IN THE PAST WHERE THESE CONNECTIONS EITHER FIZZLED OR EXPLODED AMID A SEA OF RECRIMINATIONS...how I'm "harsh".<br /><br />Here's what I'm thinking...I do gmail and yahoo mail. If you can just send me a brief hullo saying that you'd like to chat with me on any given Friday. I'm willing to make dates for days, afternoons...even late evenings after I put Stinkapee to bed, but you have to be sure you can make it and that you're up for chatting cuz I'll be paying for time at the net cafe...<br /><br />So there! Any Given Fridays.<br /><br />Are you up for it? Email me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</span></div></b><div class="blogger-post-footer">if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</div>Dark Daughtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461439416312772862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662773.post-10741045442814361952008-08-19T12:17:00.002-04:002008-08-19T12:19:25.837-04:00I had a good time belting this one out on Sunday afternoon...<b>It was a good, deep in the belly, exercising the diaphragm release. Papi and Shmolee danced around the kitchen as I sang and played air guitar. That was fun. :)<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xI4tkpvxJl0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xI4tkpvxJl0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br><br /><br><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><style="font-style:"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</span></style="font-style:></div><br /></b><div class="blogger-post-footer">if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</div>Dark Daughtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461439416312772862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662773.post-31049326666508148592008-08-18T16:25:00.003-04:002008-08-18T17:31:11.209-04:00I joined a poly listserv...<b>I don't think I'm gonna encounter kindred there. It's just that the stories and interactions sound more like what I understand. People have real life experiences that mirror what I understand to be "normal".<br /><br />I'm lurking. Don't know when/if I'll actually greet anyone. I don't have a lot of luck with that. I find that people can be fairly cliquish online and if they don't know you or know someone who knows you or if you don't verbally present in a way they find familiar, meaning within their realm of experience, there isn't a good connect.<br /><br />There's not usually a good connect for me.<br /><br />A barbadian woman sat down next to me in the library this morning. I heard her voice. I looked around for other free computers and in my head was like..."FUCK! Lady, why couldn't you have chosen another computer? Why here? Why next to me?"<br /><br />She involved herself with working on a document in word with a friend while I had my existential implosion next to her. Of course Shmolee started chatting with her which led to me chatting with her which led to me pointing out that I knew she was barbadian which led to me outting myself as barbadian which led to her having conversation withe me about how strong a person's accent can become when they've recently gone "home" which led to me explaining to her that the reason my voice sounds the way it does is because I haven't much gone "home"...and me trying to find a surface conversational chit chatty way to discuss familial emotional abandonment in 100 tearless, smiling words or less...<br /><br />It didn't go too badly. We talked a bit about the merits of exposing toddlers to rock music (Shmolee was listening to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ij4h0S7nNHg" target="_blank">The Scorpions </a>on earphones). Eventually they went back to doing whatever it was they were doing.<br /><br />That didn't go too badly.<br /><br /><br><br /><br><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><style="font-style:"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</span></style="font-style:></div><br /></b><div class="blogger-post-footer">if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</div>Dark Daughtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461439416312772862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662773.post-57946947307067815262008-08-18T16:18:00.002-04:002008-08-18T16:23:24.744-04:00Papi and I are moving...<b><iframe marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://maps.google.com/?ie=UTF8&ll=37.0625,-95.677068&spn=65.008093,112.5&t=h&z=3&output=embed&s=AARTsJqzARj-Z8VnW5pkPMLMmZbqrJcYpw" frameborder="0" width="425" scrolling="no" height="350"></iframe><br /><small><a style="COLOR: #0000ff; TEXT-ALIGN: left" href="http://maps.google.com/?ie=UTF8&ll=37.0625,-95.677068&spn=65.008093,112.5&t=h&z=3&source=embed">View Larger Map</a></small><br /><br />We're not sure where...well, there are a few places we've both expressed an interest in. He's sad because we like this neighbourhood the best out of the ones we've lived in. But that doesn't change the reality of living in this city in particular...I wonder...it might be just me who needs to move. I've lived here most of my life. There is no place that is novel at this point, no rock that hasn't been rolled over and peered under. I have to check with Papi...maybe it's just me and the little 'uns who need to get tha fuck outta dodge.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</span></div></b><div class="blogger-post-footer">if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</div>Dark Daughtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461439416312772862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662773.post-44878560924907614022008-08-18T12:52:00.004-04:002008-08-18T16:46:02.245-04:00As deet is for mosquitoes...<b>My new and improved profile description will no doubt be for any potential suitors. :)<br /><br />"i am a 40 year old, fiery WYSIWYG, Black conscious, barbadian-born, north amerikkkan raised, capricornian, dark skinned, matriarchal, polyamorous, class conscious, fat, tall, rogue scholar happily living in exile, ancestor/universe/ goddess worshiping, deviant, queer femme, bottom who can but doesn't really prefer to switch, far-seer, former poet based in toronto. i'm mama to one six year old girl child and a fatty boi who is about two years old.<br /><br />i'm a passionate, insightful, verbal, irreverent, truthful, open, intuitive, willing, sexually deviant, seeker. i am re-learning who i am as a queerly perverse sexual being. i am a writer, poet, visual artist, blogger.<br /><br />i like people who like words and who use them with passion, irreverence, insight and courage. there isn't a particular physical type, race, gender i'm specifically seeking. right now i'm really attracted to difference and contrast. i'm tasting and testing and feeling my way.<br /><br />in any case, attraction for me is more about curiosity, the new, the interesting...the odd. i really like people who reflect deeply and ask themselves tough questions.<br /><br />oh, and i am married to seminalson who on his own sexual, emotional, individual path. he's my best friend. we co-parent together and squabble like siblings. we spend lots of time togethe but our relationship is not what you'd expect of a married, cross gendered coupling. don't allow your values, assumptions or values to box me/him or us in. you do neither of us any favours when you see me as attached to him or him to me. engage with me as an individual. that's who i've chosen to be. that's who i strive to be. that's part of why i'm here on okcupid.<br /><br />i am HIV negative and don't have any sexually transmitted viruses and am in good health.<br /><br />oh, and also, if you put a lot of stock in the questions as an indicator of compatibility, please realize i answered them without realizing i could put multiple answers. also, sometimes i answered theoretically, meaning that any given issue might be something i hadn't thought about that didn't apply directly to me (consumption of human meat...herpes and dating...), but if i had to think about it or deal with it in my own life...this is how i would answer...but also, i tend to play devil's advocate and get mischievous...so some of my answers formerly reflected this fact. in any case i went back and fixed some of my answers...<br /><br />also, after a few different, difficult and ultimately clarifying exchanges with some other denizens of this place, i just plain old rethought some of what i thought i'd been seeking and in so doing allowed my self understanding to deepen in ways that let me take in new information, meet different people and grow into a realization of who it is i actually want to meet...<br />all this to say...this profile is being overhauled as you read in order to more aptly reflect my own contrary contradictory...multifacedted...ness. :)"<br /><br />then there's stuff in between and i finish off with...<br /><br />"You should message me if first of all IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I MEAN WHEN I SAY I'M POLYAMOROUS AND HAVE A PRIMARY PARTNER or IF YOUR FIRST CONTACT WITH THESE WORDS HAS BEEN READING MY PROFILE PAGE...<br />please save yourself and me some very valuable time and don't message me. i'm not interested in my dating experiences being defined by how well i can explain to you who i am, the choices i've made or the kind of relationship model i've chosen.<br /><br />also, if you have had a fairly conservative upbringing which has translated into you not really venturing out of your comfort place and meeting people whose values, ideas and families were radically different than anything you've encountered which perhaps makes you sort of skittish when thrust into radically different situations for which you have not received any prior training, programming or preparation...you might want to steer clear of me, too.<br /><br />and...this is difficult but i do need to articulate it as clearly as i can...<br />if you live some version of an alternative lifestyle and are of european descent...<br />Maybe you've only met a handful of black people who are making radically different choices...<br />or perhaps you've only met really conservative black folks struggling with developing an understanding of the world beyond what their families and communities have taught them which leaves them looking to others not from their communities in order to learn and grow...<br />which means that you may have developed an understanding of yourself as being more "in the know" about things related to alternative lifestyles or choices than the vast majority of black folk you've encountered which means you're mostly accustomed to having to explain to them about poly, queerness, sex radicality as if they're children who need schooling :)...<br />please don't bother messaging me. i can't stand condescending types who believe that they and their friends, family and community members and the values, religions and belief systems are the center of the universe where alternative lifestyle choices are concerned. there are other aware beings out there who might just not look a whole lot like anyone you may have ever encountered in "the life". deal with it. :)<br /><br />oh, fuck...i know this last bit is going to seriously reduce my chances of meeting some aware, emotionally intelligent, friendly and adventurous poly man...but really, just by drawing breath my chances were already fairly miniscule. :)<br /><br />also...<br />i am not interested in virtual relationships that stay virtual. so if you are seeking an e-lover/girlfriend you can message during the day while you're at work which allows you to disappear on week nights and weekends, please do both of us a favour and don't contact me.<br /><br />and...<br />if the thought of being in a relationship with a diehard blogger who tells it like it is about all aspects of her existence gives you nosebleeds...it's okay to just say "no".<br /><br />and...<br />if your schedule makes it seem as if you're horribly busy and allows no space for spontaneous coming together we won't be a good match.<br /><br />or...<br />if you utilize your busy scheduling as a way to create fear-based emotional distance and think that meeting someone who is married will mean you don't have to deeply connect, wholeheartedly love or even show consideration for their feelings...don't message me. :)<br /><br />for those of you who were raised to understand married life as something right out of the pages of a harlequin or something that could be televised on an episode of "leave it to beaver"...<br />which is to say that your understanding of coupledom is completely predicated on spouses being the sun and the moon and the stars to each other...<br />you should realize that i move about okcupid as an *individual* who seeks to transgress the bounds placed on them by an overly couple/heterosexual/marriage based culture where wimmin are mostly understood as defined by their relationships to the men in their lives, where the genitals, time and energy of wimmin married to men are considered sacrosanct and off limits. i am my own person. this i choose to powerfully and clearly and honestly articulate with an open heart and a truly open mind.<br /><br />i've realized that i'm not looking to date another couple. differences of personality, desire, and ways of being in the world even between long term couples can be such a mindfield of contradiction. even my primary partner's tastes are very different than mine and we prefer to date separately. so if you're more interested in finding someone you can share with your female lover/wife/long term partner, i can't be that person.<br /><br />(this section was completely inspired by another woman's forthright profile)...<br />if you are male and purely interested in a sexual encounter there are a few things you should consider. you should be well skilled with your fingers, hand, tongue and mind. you should have lube and toys we can share. also, you should be open to having your body explored, penetrated and manipulated as i see fit.<br /><br />if you are completely penetration focussed when it comes to sex chances are we won't be meeting because my interests travel beyond the flesh. but if for some reason you should be able to persuade me...realize that i expect that your member should be of more than average length and fairly thick in terms of girth. you should be able to use it with skill and know how to hold off ejaculation so that i can get to where i need to be either with you or before you.<br /><br />definitely don't contact me if:<br /><br />-you have difficulties thinking and putting words to your thoughts;<br /><br />-you have difficulty being straight up, being accountable or taking responsibility for your own actions. i can't deal with that and don't think I should have to;<br /><br />-you're looking for a perfectly nipped, tucked, shaved, waxed, perfumed, frozen fake smiling and "well-behaved" trophy girlfriend you chose because her presence on your arm adds to your status;<br /><br />-you are in a monogamous relationship with a partner who isn't compatible with you sexually which has left you secretly trolling the net in search of wimmin you wouldn't normally go out with who are more free with their bodies;<br /><br />-you've only got really crass things to say that make me think you're a stalker or a rapist. that's just plain creepy;<br /><br />-you're married, ashamed, radiating guilt and you're seeking someone who is good at skulking, ducking, hiding and lying who can also be *discreet*;<br /><br />-you're looking for your monogamous soul mate or "one and only" girlfriend.<br /><br />-if you're a woman seeking a woman. i'm not actually dating wimmin right now and may never do so again...only time will tell.<br /><br />PHEW!<br />other than that...<br />for whoever's left...<br />definitely message me if you are an inquisitive, articulate, intelligent sharer, feeler...deviantly sexual and passionate...<br />you are exceedingly comfortable with your own body regardless of size, dimension, weight, height or you're actively working on it so that i don't have to pretend that you're less than or different so as to not upset or disturb any deep seated denial. :)<br /><br />i'd love to hear from you if you are also an ethical and brave person who understands your own thought process and feelings and uses this understanding to make decisions that affects their relationships and loverships in positive ways.<br /><br />also, email me if you find wimmin's full, real, natural bodies attractive.<br /><br />And the trump card?<br />If you visit my blog (I linked to it in the how personal am I willing to be here section) and read and don't immediately have a stroke, cardiac arrest, an ever increasing nosebleed accompanied by intense migraine and you can actively and willingly have conversation about what you read there with me, that will be the biggest aphrodesiac you could ever hope to offer. :)"<br /><br />I really couldn't find a way around any of this given the kinds of responses I've been getting which have really caused me to think more about how I present myself, my values and my needs. I'm not sure who's gonna understand what I've written as an elaborate, extremely specific come hither note...but that's the person I'm looking for. :)<br /><br><br /><br><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><style="font-style:"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</span></style="font-style:></div><br /></b><div class="blogger-post-footer">if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</div>Dark Daughtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461439416312772862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662773.post-8410951230178097382008-08-18T11:31:00.002-04:002008-08-18T11:38:49.908-04:00This is one Shmolee and I like to share on occasion...<b>A testosterone fest of a different kind...lots of thin phallic objects thrusting and jabbing at the air...I only noticed cuz Shmolee has the earphones and I'm forced to watch without listening. Usually I just ride the music and admire his unabashed intensity. His obvious passion...so clearly expressed.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhcR1ZS2hVo&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhcR1ZS2hVo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br><br /><br><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><style="font-style:"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</span></style="font-style:></div><br /></b><div class="blogger-post-footer">if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</div>Dark Daughtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461439416312772862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662773.post-56153098567234887172008-08-16T23:12:00.009-04:002008-08-16T23:45:42.592-04:00Shmolee got stuck in the Stinkapee's doll's jogger/stroller...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RT4GpfqZhIU/SKedKeDfLdI/AAAAAAAACVE/JW1GdHEHKqw/s1600-h/Image064"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RT4GpfqZhIU/SKeefNISRtI/AAAAAAAACVk/HnSZP0q0gG8/s400/Image053" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235327350779037394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>I think he likes the idea of being pushed around the livingroom by her. So he climbs in and then gestures for her to push him. This time she lost interest and left him there to get his own self out. :)<br /><br />Bad Mama...I snapped pictures and then helped him get out. :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><style="font-style:"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</span></style="font-style:"></div><br /></b><div class="blogger-post-footer">if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</div>Dark Daughtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461439416312772862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662773.post-77342190023242605502008-08-16T22:51:00.003-04:002008-08-16T22:56:56.749-04:00Solamente Yemaya y Ochun se pueden ayudarme ...<b>I think that's right...something about those two lovely and powerful goddesses being the only ones who can help me w'ok it out. :)<br /><br />This was always one of my favourites when I actually did the bars...<br />Dance with me...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UO0nKFNPg2w&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UO0nKFNPg2w&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><style="font-style:"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</span></style="font-style:"></div><br /></b><div class="blogger-post-footer">if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</div>Dark Daughtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461439416312772862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662773.post-59701142718444568142008-08-16T01:22:00.004-04:002008-08-16T16:52:20.899-04:00Tired of spending way too many Friday nights in my neighbourhood...<b>...I sought external advice.<br /><br />I took <a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/the-brutally-honest-personality-test" target="_blank">the brutally honest personality test. :)<br /><br />It turns out that I'm a fucking freak or what the test refers to as a </a><a href="http://www.okcupid.com/results/the-brutally-honest-personality-test/?fromCGI=1&var_Extraversion=-7&var_Intuition=7&var_Thinking=3&var_Judging=3" target="_blank">Crackpot - INTJ</a><br /><br /><br /><blockquote><p>27% Extraversion, 73% Intuition, 60% Thinking, 60% Judging</p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><img height="1" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/users/136/238/13623884563866545256/mt1165223180.jpg" width="1" /></p><br /><div>People hate you. <p>Paris Hilton hates Nicole Richie. Lex Luther hates Superman. Garfield hates Mondays.<br /><br />But none these even rates against the insurmountable hate, people have for you.</p><p>I mean, you're pretty damn clever and you know it. You love to flaunt your potential. Heard the word "arrogant" lately? How about "jerk?" Or perhaps they only say that behind your back. </p><p>That's right. I know I can say this cause you're not going to cry. You're not exactly the most emotional person. You'd rather spend time with your theoretical questions and abstract theories than with other people. </p><p>Ever been kissed? Ever even been on a date? Trust me, your inflated ego is a complete turnoff with the opposite sex and I am telling you, you're not that great with relationships as it is. You're never going to be a dude or chick magnet, purely because you're more concerned with yourself than others. Meh. They all hate you already anyway. </p><p>How about this- "stubborn?" Hrm? Heard that lately? All those facts which don't fit your theories must just be wrong, right? I mean, really, the vast amounts of time you spend with your head in the clouds...you're just plain strange.<br /></p><p>***************** </p><p>If you want to learn more about your personality type in a slightly less negative way, <a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&q=INTJ">check out this.</a><br /><br /></p><p>***************** </p><p><br /><br /><b>The other personality types are as follows... </b></p><p><br /><a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3076838567116464195&category=0">Loner</a> - <i>Introverted Sensing Feeling Perceiving</i><br /><br /><a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3076838567116464195&category=1">Pushover</a> - <i>Introverted Sensing Feeling Judging</i><br /><br /><a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3076838567116464195&category=2">Criminal</a> - <i>Introverted Sensing Thinking Perceiving</i><br /><br /><a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3076838567116464195&category=3">Borefest</a> - <i>Introverted Sensing Thinking Judging</i><br /><br /><a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3076838567116464195&category=4">Almost Perfect</a> - <i>Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving</i><br /><br /><a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3076838567116464195&category=5">Freak</a> - <i>Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Judging</i><br /><br /><a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3076838567116464195&category=6">Loser</a> - <i>Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Perceiving</i><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3076838567116464195&category=8">Clown</a> - <i>Extraverted Sensing Feeling Perceiving</i><br /><br /><a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3076838567116464195&category=9">Sap</a> - <i>Extraverted Sensing Feeling Judging</i><br /><br /><a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3076838567116464195&category=10">Commander</a> - <i>Extraverted Sensing Thinking Perceiving</i><br /><br /><a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3076838567116464195&category=11">Do Gooder</a> - <i>Extraverted Sensing Thinking Judging</i><br /><br /><a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3076838567116464195&category=12">Scumbag</a> - <i>Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving</i><br /><br /><a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3076838567116464195&category=13">Busybody</a> - <i>Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling Judging</i><br /><br /><a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3076838567116464195&category=14">Prick</a> - <i>Extraverted iNtuitive Thinking Perceiving</i><br /><br /><a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3076838567116464195&category=15">Dictator</a> - <i>Extraverted iNtuitive Thinking Judging</i><br /></p></div><p><a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-brutally-honest-personality-test">Take The Brutally Honest Personality Test</a> at <a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"><b style="COLOR: rgb(19,19,19)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(172,0,12)">H</span>ello<span style="COLOR: rgb(172,0,12)">Q</span>uizzy</b></a></p></blockquote><br />It sent me to another link where I found a less sarcastic description of my personality written by Marina Margaret Heiss...strike that...by a few different people. I've linked to the page with the full text at the bottom of this post.<br /><br />To outsiders, INTJs may appear to project an aura of "definiteness", of self-confidence. This self-confidence, sometimes mistaken for simple arrogance by the less decisive, is actually of a very specific rather than a general nature; its source lies in the specialized knowledge systems that most INTJs start building at an early age. When it comes to their own areas of expertise -- and INTJs can have several -- they will be able to tell you almost immediately whether or not they can help you, and if so, how. INTJs know what they know, and perhaps still more importantly, they know what they don't know.<br /><br />INTJs are perfectionists, with a seemingly endless capacity for improving upon anything that takes their interest. What prevents them from becoming chronically bogged down in this pursuit of perfection is the pragmatism so characteristic of the type: INTJs apply (often ruthlessly) the criterion "Does it work?" to everything from their own research efforts to the prevailing social norms. This in turn produces an unusual independence of mind, freeing the INTJ from the constraints of authority, convention, or sentiment for its own sake.<br /><br />INTJs are known as the "Systems Builders" of the types, perhaps in part because they possess the unusual trait combination of imagination and reliability. Whatever system an INTJ happens to be working on is for them the equivalent of a moral cause to an INFJ; both perfectionism and disregard for authority may come into play, as INTJs can be unsparing of both themselves and the others on the project. Anyone considered to be "slacking," including superiors, will lose their respect -- and will generally be made aware of this; INTJs have also been known to take it upon themselves to implement critical decisions without consulting their supervisors or co-workers. On the other hand, they do tend to be scrupulous and even-handed about recognizing the individual contributions that have gone into a project, and have a gift for seizing opportunities which others might not even notice.<br /><br />In the broadest terms, what INTJs "do" tends to be what they "know". Typical INTJ career choices are in the sciences and engineering, but they can be found wherever a combination of intellect and incisiveness are required (e.g., law, some areas of academia). INTJs can rise to management positions when they are willing to invest time in marketing their abilities as well as enhancing them, and (whether for the sake of ambition or the desire for privacy) many also find it useful to learn to simulate some degree of surface conformism in order to mask their inherent unconventionality.<br /><br />Personal relationships, particularly romantic ones, can be the INTJ's Achilles heel. While they are capable of caring deeply for others (usually a select few), and are willing to spend a great deal of time and effort on a relationship, the knowledge and self-confidence that make them so successful in other areas can suddenly abandon or mislead them in interpersonal situations.<br /><br />This happens in part because many INTJs do not readily grasp the social rituals; for instance, they tend to have little patience and less understanding of such things as small talk and flirtation (which most types consider half the fun of a relationship). To complicate matters, INTJs are usually extremely private people, and can often be naturally impassive as well, which makes them easy to misread and misunderstand. Perhaps the most fundamental problem, however, is that INTJs really want people to make sense. :-) This sometimes results in a peculiar naivete', paralleling that of many Fs -- only instead of expecting inexhaustible affection and empathy from a romantic relationship, the INTJ will expect inexhaustible reasonability and directness.<br /><br />Probably the strongest INTJ assets in the interpersonal area are their intuitive abilities and their willingness to "work at" a relationship. Although as Ts they do not always have the kind of natural empathy that many Fs do, the Intuitive function can often act as a good substitute by synthesizing the probable meanings behind such things as tone of voice, turn of phrase, and facial expression. This ability can then be honed and directed by consistent, repeated efforts to understand and support those they care about, and those relationships which ultimately do become established with an INTJ tend to be characterized by their robustness, stability, and good communications.<br /><br />Functional Analysis<br />by Joe Butt<br />Introverted iNtuition<br /><br />INTJs are idea people. Anything is possible; everything is negotiable. Whatever the outer circumstances, INTJs are ever perceiving inner pattern-forms and using real-world materials to operationalize them. Others may see what is and wonder why; INTJs see what might be and say "Why not?!" Paradoxes, antinomies, and other contradictory phenomena aptly express these intuitors' amusement at those whom they feel may be taking a particular view of reality too seriously. INTJs enjoy developing unique solutions to complex problems.<br />Extraverted Thinking<br /><br />Thinking in this auxiliary role is a workhorse. Closure is the payoff for efforts expended. Evaluation begs diagnosis; product drives process. As they come to light, Thinking tends, protects, affirms and directs iNtuition's offspring, fully equipping them for fulfilling and useful lives. A faithful pedagogue, Thinking argues not so much on its own behalf, but in defense of its charges. And through this process these impressionable ideas take on the likeness of their master.<br />Introverted Feeling<br /><br />Feeling has a modest inner room, two doors down from the Most Imminent iNtuition. It doesn't get out much, but lends its influence on behalf of causes which are Good and Worthy and Humane. We may catch a glimpse of it in the unspoken attitude of good will, or the gracious smile or nod. Some question the existence of Feeling in this type, yet its unseen balance to Thinking is a cardinal dimension in the full measure of the INTJ's soul.<br />Extraverted Sensing<br /><br />Sensing serves with a good will, or not at all. As other inferior functions, it has only a rudimentary awareness of context, amount or degree. Thus INTJs sweat the details or, at times, omit them. "I've made up my mind, don't confuse me with the facts" could well have been said by an INTJ on a mission. Sensing's extraverted attitude is evident in this type's bent to savor sensations rather than to merely categorize them. Indiscretions of indulgence are likely an expression of the unconscious vengeance of the inferior.<br /><br />The rest is <a href="http://typelogic.com/intj.html" target="_blank">here...</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></b><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><b><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</span></b></div><b><br /></b><div class="blogger-post-footer">if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</div>Dark Daughtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461439416312772862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662773.post-48711790739419536782008-08-15T23:57:00.006-04:002008-08-16T00:04:08.273-04:00Stinkapee requested spirals...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RT4GpfqZhIU/SKZQwQ4DqsI/AAAAAAAACUE/jEBgV0xVcjo/s1600-h/Image103"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RT4GpfqZhIU/SKZGu9k5iMI/AAAAAAAACTk/G4dcaoSCI_k/s400/Image125" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234949389482035394" border="0" /></a><b><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><style="font-style:"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</span></style="font-style:"></div><br /></b><div class="blogger-post-footer">if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</div>Dark Daughtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461439416312772862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662773.post-51131766076612339952008-08-15T13:44:00.000-04:002008-08-15T13:45:42.464-04:00Just curious...<b>Who is here from Narberth Pennsylvania?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</span></div></b><div class="blogger-post-footer">if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</div>Dark Daughtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461439416312772862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662773.post-9951887354452756042008-08-15T13:34:00.003-04:002008-08-15T13:40:31.476-04:00I really appreciate the fact that Catherine has left me on her list of political wimmin bloggers...<strong>Thanks for this, Catherine...<br /><br /><blockquote></strong></blockquote><a title="Permanent Link to Celebrating Another 100 Women Political Bloggers" href="http://informedvoters.wordpress.com/2008/08/06/celebrating-another-100-women-political-bloggers/" rel="bookmark"><strong>Celebrating Another 100 Women Political Bloggers</strong></a><strong><br />Posted by </strong><a href="http://www.catherine-morgan.com/"><strong>Catherine Morgan</strong></a><strong> on August 6, 2008<br /><br />Celebrating Another 100 Women Political Bloggers.<br /><br />All week we are celebrating women political bloggers. Monday, I posted on the </strong><a href="http://politicsanew.com/2008/08/04/celebrating-women-political-bloggers-the-political-voices-of-women/"><strong>first 100 women blogging politics</strong></a><strong>, from our list of </strong><a href="http://politicsanew.com/list-of-200-women-political-bloggers/"><strong>over 500</strong></a><strong>. Tuesday, </strong><a href="http://politicsanew.com/2008/08/05/continuing-to-celebrate-women-political-bloggers/"><strong>the next 100</strong></a><strong>. And today, another 100 women political bloggers.<br /><br />One of my goals for this site, is that women will use each other’s sites, to link to in their own blogs, and promote each other.<br /><br />You can help promote women political bloggers, by linking to them on your own blog. And, if you know someone not on the list, please send me their link, and I would be happy to add them.<br /><br />Maybe you can even do a post on women political bloggers for your own site, and link to some of the women on this list.<br /><br />So, here is the next 100 on our list...<br /><br /></strong><a href="http://www.leftinlowell.com/"><strong>Left In Lowell</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.leftsideout.com/"><strong>Left Side Out</strong></a><strong> — The moderately liberal views of a left side out lesbian.<br /></strong><a href="http://liberalcommonsense.blogspot.com/"><strong>Liberal Common Sense</strong></a><strong> — National and Ohio political site by a “liberal” libertarian.<br /></strong><a href="http://www.idealistlefty.blogspot.com/"><strong>Liberal Life of a Navy Wife</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.libertariangirl.com/"><strong>Libertarian Girl</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://libertystreet.wordpress.com/"><strong>Liberty Street</strong></a><strong> with Kathy<br /></strong><a href="http://marianna1968.blogspot.com/"><strong>Life In These United States</strong></a><strong> — Rantings From A Midwestern Puerto Rican/Irish Gal<br /></strong><a href="http://betblue.blogspot.com/"><strong>life’s journey</strong></a><strong> — An independent, progressive woman who tries to see the bigger picture, and speak the truth.<br /></strong><a href="http://www.tpmcafe.com/blog/coffeehouse/2007/oct/03/liberal_principles"><strong>Linda Hirshman</strong></a><strong> — Liberal Principles<br /></strong><a href="http://attila.mu.nu/"><strong>Little Miss Attila</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://wisdomispriceless.blogspot.com/"><strong>Living My Life Like It’s Golden</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://liz-henry.blogspot.com/"><strong>Liz Henry’s BlogSpot</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://scryberwitch.wordpress.com/"><strong>Logophile</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://lonepony.blogspot.com/"><strong>Lone Pony</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.lonergrrrl.blogspot.com/"><strong>LonerGrrrl</strong></a><strong> –The rants & musings of a feminist loner who loves writing and rock music<br /></strong><a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lorelei-kelly/#blogger_bio"><strong>Lorelei Kelly</strong></a><strong> — Huffington Post<br /></strong><a href="http://www.byrddroppings.com/"><strong>Lorie Byrd</strong></a><strong> — Commentary on current events, entertainment and everday life delivered with a Southern drawl.<br /></strong><a href="http://lloydletta.blogspot.com/"><strong>Loydletta…nooz and comments</strong></a><strong> — Commentary on Politics, People and the News - especially in Minnesota. Focuses on Culture War issues: Gay Rights and Politics, Evolution vs Creationism. Written by a Lesbian Republican.<br /></strong><a href="http://blogs.suntimes.com/sweet/"><strong>Lynn Sweet</strong></a><strong> with The Scoop From Washington<br /></strong><a href="http://www.madkane.com/madness/"><strong>Mad Kane</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://magpiemusing.blogspot.com/"><strong>Magpie Musing</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://majikthise.typepad.com/"><strong>Majikthise</strong></a><strong> — Lindsay Beyerstein is a freelance writer based in New York City. Her blog, Majikthise, provides daily coverage of local, national, and international politics from a left liberal perspective.<br /></strong><a href="http://www.somehistoricalperspective.blogspot.com/"><strong>Make It Stop</strong></a><strong> —A left wing view of the world from a non politician resident of the city of the District of Columbia (who waits patiently for voting rights to be extended to her and other DC citizens)<br /></strong><a href="http://www.mommytoo.com/mamanoire.htm"><strong>Mama Noire</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://mammaloves.blogspot.com/"><strong>Mamma Loves</strong></a><strong> — I’m a mom of three boys who spends her weekdays in an office realizing how much adults really act like children. I know stay-at-home moms work their asses off. I’m not getting dragged into that dividing issue. My husband rocks!–when he’s not pissing me off. I went to school in New Orleans, so I want to see the city rebuilt!!<br /></strong><a href="http://margie-miller.blogspot.com/"><strong>Margie’s Musings</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://marian.typepad.com/"><strong>Marian’s Blog</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://mariestwocents.blogspot.com/"><strong>Marie’s Two Cents</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://non-violentplanetnewspage.blogspot.com/"><strong>Marilyn’s Non-Violent Newspage</strong></a><strong> — Every single moment of every single day there are beautiful and ugly happenings taking place within our world. My goal with this page is to cause you, the reader, to be moved enough to want to be part of the beautiful.<br /></strong><a href="http://www.marriedtopolitics.com/"><strong>Married To Politics</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.townhall.com/blog/MaryKatharineHam"><strong>Mary Katherine Ham</strong></a><strong> — From Townhall.com<br /></strong><a href="http://www.mauigirlsmeanderings.blogspot.com/"><strong>Mauigirl’s Meanderings</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://maxedoutmama.blogspot.com/"><strong>MaxedOutMama</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://mediagirl.org/"><strong>Media Girl</strong></a><strong> — an online community blog by and for women (and men, too) to discuss, rant, blog, analyze, and/or laugh about media, politics and culture, all within the general context of progressive politics and feminism.<br /></strong><a href="http://medializzy.wordpress.com/"><strong>Media Lizzy & Friends</strong></a><strong> — From Inside the Beltway and the 2008 campaign for the US presidency, to the grit of Nashville, and all the way to the Red Carpets of LA - Media Lizzy and her Posse - are delivering insight, analysis, and a strong dose of reality.<br /></strong><a href="http://locokazoo.com/"><strong>Messages From Hell</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://michellemalkin.com/"><strong>Michelle Malkin</strong></a><strong> — I’m a mother, wife, blogger, conservative syndicated columnist, author, and Fox News Channel contributor.<br /></strong><a href="http://midnightbluesays.blogspot.com/"><strong>Midnight Blue</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://mindfulmom.com/"><strong>MindfulMom</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://misspoliticsaustralia.blogspot.com/"><strong>Miss Politics</strong></a><strong> — A progressive political blog that also details the antics of this thirty something blogger.<br /></strong><a href="http://www.misswildthing.blogspot.com/"><strong>Miss Wild Thing</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://mixtersmix.blogspot.com/"><strong>Mixter’s Mix</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://modernenglish.wordpress.com/"><strong>Modern English</strong></a><strong> — Thought, opinion and review from the great city of Chicago with an urban left perspective by Christine Escobar: once schooled as a journalist, now relishing the enlightenment of unschooling, raising kids and citizen journalism.<br /></strong><a href="http://mojomom.com/"><strong>Mojo Mom</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://mom-101.blogspot.com/"><strong>Mom-101</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://momsspeakup.com/"><strong>Mom’s Speak Up</strong></a><strong> — Moms Speak Up is collaborative blog of writers from various backgrounds. We’re talking about the environment, dangerous imports, health care, food safety, media and marketing, education, politics and many other hot topics of concern.<br /></strong><a href="http://www.mommapolitico.blogspot.com/"><strong>Momma Politico</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://mommasalwayswrite.blogspot.com/"><strong>Momma’s Always Write!</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.mommylife.net/archives/2007/12/times_person_of.html"><strong>Mommy Life</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://momocrats.typepad.com/momocrats/"><strong>MOMocrats</strong></a><strong> — Welcome to Momocrats! This site is dedicated to putting a Democrat in the White House in January 2009, and effectuating real change in our nation. We are a group of moms who have come together to support the candidate we think will make a positive change in our nation and has the best chance to win the general election.<br /></strong><a href="http://momsrising.org/aboutmomsrising"><strong>MomsRising</strong></a><strong> — MomsRising has a goal of bringing millions of people, who all share a common concern about the need to build a more family-friendly America, together as a non-partisan force for 2008 and beyond.<br /></strong><a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/mona-gable/#blogger_bio"><strong>Mona Gable</strong></a><strong> at the Huffington Post<br />Cece at </strong><a href="http://montananetroots.com/author/cece/"><strong>Montana Netroots</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.montanawomenfor.org/"><strong>Montana Women For: Education and Advocacy</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://moonbeammcqueen.wordpress.com/"><strong>Moonbeam McQueen</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://moonseeds.wordpress.com/"><strong>Moonseed’s Weblog</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://blogher.org/blog/morra-aarons"><strong>Morra Aarons</strong></a><strong> — Political Contributing Editor for BlogHer and </strong><a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/morra-aaronsmele/#blogger_bio"><strong>The Huffington Post</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://mosquito-blog.blogspot.com/"><strong>Mosquito Blog</strong></a><strong> — Whenever you feel small and insignificant remember the power of the mosquito. If you think you’re too small to be effective, you’ve never been in the dark with a mosquito.<br /></strong><a href="http://www.muckrakingmom.com/frontPage.do"><strong>Muckraking Mom</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://muse-musings.blogspot.com/"><strong>Musings</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.mybitofearth.net/waxing_political/index.html"><strong>My Bit of Earth</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://bamapachyderm.com/"><strong>My Vast Right Wing Conspiracy</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://carolsplaceforpeace.blogspot.com/"><strong>My View of It</strong></a><strong> — How I see the world.<br />Kim Gandy of </strong><a href="http://www.now.org/news/note/"><strong>NOW</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://politicalvoicesofwomen.ning.com/profile/PookyShoehorn"><strong>Sue J</strong></a><strong> — </strong><a href="http://www.madwoman-ramblings.blogspot.com/"><strong>Nailing Jello To The Wall </strong></a><br /><a href="http://nancyscola.com/"><strong>Nancy Scola</strong></a><strong> — I’m a non-fiction writer and — for lack of a better way to put it — activist who lives and works in Brooklyn.<br /></strong><a href="http://neogaia.stumbleupon.com/"><strong>Neogaia’s Blog</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://politicalvoicesofwomen.ning.com/profile/EmilyKronenberger"><strong>Emily Kronenberger</strong></a><strong> — </strong><a href="http://newwavegrrrl.blogspot.com/"><strong>New Wave Grrrl</strong></a><strong> - New Wave Grrrl is a policy-focused health information and resource-sharing venue for women with a special focus on health parity across gender lines, sexuality, advocacy, and women with disabilities. I blog frequently about political and policy issues that impact the health of women and girls.<br /></strong><a href="http://newsgrist.typepad.com/"><strong>NEWSgrist</strong></a><strong> - where spin is art<br /></strong><a href="http://www.newshoggers.com/blog/"><strong>Newshoggers</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://nicedeb.wordpress.com/"><strong>Nice Deb</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://niteswimming.blogspot.com/"><strong>Nite Swimming</strong></a><strong> - Is mostly politics.<br /></strong><a href="http://nobloodforhubris.blogspot.com/"><strong>No Blood For Hubris</strong></a><strong> — Freestyle liberalesque socio-political blog avec a modicum of snark.<br /></strong><a href="http://politicalvoicesofwomen.ning.com/profile/slim"><strong>Slim</strong></a><strong> — </strong><a href="http://www.nofishnonuts.blogspot.com/"><strong>No Fish, No Nuts</strong></a><strong> — I’m a woman and I blog about politics; I’m a liberal atheist lawyer, mom, baker, and tae kwon do blackbelt (not necessarily in that order).<br /></strong><a href="http://nomoreapples.blogspot.com/"><strong>No More Apples</strong></a><strong> — No More Apples is written by Motherlode, director of communications at one of the world’s largest construction companies. I’m a lifelong Democrat who blogs on politics from a progressive perspective … but I might be changing my political registration to Independent if the DNC doesn’t quickly reform and return our party to its traditional values.<br /></strong><a href="http://nunoftheabove.wordpress.com/"><strong>NoneoftheAbove</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://notionsofidentity.blogspot.com/"><strong>Notions of Identity</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://nowforsomethingdifferent.blogspot.com/"><strong>Now For Something Different</strong></a><strong> — A blog that encourages the wide spread use of common sense.<br /></strong><a href="http://nudemuse.org/blogger.html"><strong>Nudemuse…daily nattering</strong></a><strong><br />Nyceve and others at Daily Kos - </strong><a href="http://nyceve.dailykos.com/"><strong>Dailykos.com</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://obamawho.wordpress.com/"><strong>Obama who ?</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://obsidianwings.blogs.com/"><strong>Obsidian Wings</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.olbroad.com/"><strong>olbroad.com</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://capillaryfringe.wordpress.com/about/"><strong>On The Fringe</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://onemom.wordpress.com/"><strong>One Mom</strong></a><strong> — homeschooling, conservative mom blogging for Mike Huckabee, homeschool issues, Christianity, life in the United States<br /></strong><a href="http://onemomsview.blogspot.com/"><strong>One Mom’s View</strong></a><strong> — Where politics and motherhood meet for coffee.<br /></strong><a href="http://droolstreet.blogspot.com/"><strong>One Plus Two</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://darkdaughta.blogspot.com/"><strong>One Tenacious Baby Mama</strong></a><strong> (adult content) — “first of all, you will not like me. that’s not necessary. i hope you’ll keep reading, anyways…”<br /></strong><a href="http://oohnuance.blogspot.com/"><strong>Oooh, nuance!</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://opedna.com/"><strong>Op-Edna</strong></a><strong> — Op-Edna is an opinionated yet open-minded, left-handed, left-leaning twentysomething female desperately trying to convince enough people to care about the world they live in and the governments that control it.<br /></strong><a href="http://blowingintheether.blogspot.com/"><strong>Opinions Unlimited</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://ourbodiesourblog.org/"><strong>Our Bodies Our Blog</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://pacificviews.org/"><strong>Pacific Views</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.pajamadeen.com/"><strong>Pajamadeen</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://politicalvoicesofwomen.ning.com/profile/PamelaLyn"><strong>Pamala Lyn</strong></a><strong> — </strong><a href="http://pamkemp.blogspot.com/"><strong>Pam’s Coffee Conversation</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.pamshouseblend.com/frontPage.do"><strong>Pam’s House Blend</strong></a><strong>…always steamin’!<br /></strong><a href="http://blogs.bet.com/news/pamela/"><strong>Pamela on Politics</strong></a><strong> - BET.com News<br /></strong><a href="http://pandagon.blogsome.com/"><strong>Pandagon</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://peggys-musings.blogspot.com/"><strong>Peggy, As She Is</strong></a><strong> — Wife, Mom, Sister, Writer, Thinker, Feminist, and so much more…<br /></strong><a href="http://elayneriggs.blogspot.com/"><strong>Pen-Elayne on the Web</strong></a><blockquote><strong></blockquote>Hopefully some of Catherine's blogland dinner party guests will come have tea with me really soon...<br /><br /></strong><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><strong>if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</div>Dark Daughtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461439416312772862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662773.post-36839469148590872302008-08-15T12:13:00.008-04:002008-08-16T00:48:27.862-04:00I meant to do a pictorial Thursday Thirteen yesterday but didn't...<b>oh well, better late than never...</b><br /><b><br />"you're so hot."<br />"my chocolate queen."<br />"hey sexy."<br />"i like your look."<br />"you have a pretty face."<br />hmmm...</b><br /><b>what else have i read since i've been dating?</b><br /><b>what else have i struggled to not internalize as i've been engaging?<br /><br />i'm trying to understand what it is each of these men mean when they say these things.<br /><br />i mostly understand what they think they see in me as in direct conflict with the profoundly soulFULL beauty I know is actually here.<br /><br />i can't tell which of them actually sees me. not sure if any of them do. i worry that what most/many/some of them see may be filtered through a bunch of value systems that i'm in the habit of setting on fire just by drawing breath, being conscious and speaking the truth of who i am.<br /><br />i see me...i am <em>trying </em>to keep seeing me. i'm trying to not rely on a packaged and constructed version of me in order to attract the attention of those i seek. i'm fucking naive as all hell and probably destined to fail spectacularly. :)<br /><br />given that fact, maybe i'll just try to sit comfortably with who stares back at me when i snap these pictures.<br /><br /><br /><a 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you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</span></div></b><div class="blogger-post-footer">if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</div>Dark Daughtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461439416312772862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662773.post-30206062352757047852008-08-14T19:09:00.002-04:002008-08-14T19:14:54.176-04:00They learned from Black blues men...<b>I mark the torturous, treacherous, twisted lineage and enjoy their appropriated melodic music nonetheless...<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Re9qdd6GdTg&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Re9qdd6GdTg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</span></div></b><div class="blogger-post-footer">if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</div>Dark Daughtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461439416312772862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662773.post-15727431953791321752008-08-14T15:38:00.004-04:002008-08-16T00:16:20.040-04:00Flipped scripts aplenty...<b>So work-related politics mean Papi and I are once more strolling the streets together. Well, actually we spent the morning cleaning and tidying. The house needed it...I needed it. I'm not an obsessive compulsive clean freak, but I like something that looks like order. This way when the children are running through the house screaming and tumbling and just generally turning the house upside down and I can't think straight, I don't have to stop and figure out where I put something. I can just put my hand on it and done.</b><br /><p><b>I had coffee with Ophelia (papi's mama) a few days ago. We didn't talk about our friendship. We talked about writing...hers and mine...I talked about avoiding writing to publish because of it being so intimately linked to my experience as a Black dyke...there's so much about being a dyke being queer that I just don't believe in anymore...like a child whose heart has been broken over the realization that there isn't a tooth fairy or a santa...<br />I showed her my cellcam pics...<br />I talked about dating the men I've been meeting. Talked about doing poly with Papi and about being interested in men who don't understand poly. I also talked about settling. About entering into relationships where I already know I'm not going to quite get what I've been seeking and about how this realization came out of a series of conversations with someone I had met online and been attracted to. I talked about love and about the various methods I'd (I've) used to access reasonable facsimiles of love so as to not completely go without. I talked to her about the fact that Papi and I are about to once more reconfigure our relationship so as to try and get more of what each of us wants in life. It came out of realizing I was doing this with the men I've been meeting. If I was doing it with them, why not with Papi and me?</b></p><p><b>Ophelia mostly listened while I talked and ate pasta with black olive tampenade and a side of steamed kale chased with earl grey tea.</b></p><b>But yeah...<br />Papi and I have been having some conversations about our relationship, where it's headed and where we'd like it to head. I've come to a realization while trying to describe my relationship with him to people that we're...best friends...sibling stand ins, co-parents, business partners...roommates...hmmm...what have I left out?...activity partners...sometimes...though not too often cuz we like very different things when it comes to recreation...Papi is my confidante. I'm his career and relationship strategist. He's most often the first person who reads my blog entries before I even publish them. I'm his hair and clothing stylist. :) He gets compliments all the time. :) He does my laundry. I cook his dinner. He makes me my morning tea...He drools on my pillows. (We both laughed at that one...) Where my blog is concerned he's my one man cheering squad. He's the only person who really gets my sense of humour...no matter how strange or disturbing the humour is.<br />All this to say we have a life together that isn't what most would characterize as a traditional married relationship. It works for us in terms of companionship.<br /><br />There's passion and sexual chemistry missing right now. I don't know if there will ever be that kind of connection again. When we weren't actively doing poly I was really worried about all what that could mean for me as a woman approaching forty.<br /><br />As I've explored my desires and identified what my needs actually are, I've realized that there are more than a couple of pieces I'm seeking that aren't actually being realized in my relationship with Papi. We talk about this. We talk about this. We talk about this until we're blue in the face. We can't change ourselves. We can't fundamentally change each other. Neither of us wants to just sit in a coupled relationship and make do with what's here. It's not part of what drew us to each other. Neither of us believes that being in relationship, even a primary one needs to be about all our needs being met in the same place.<br /><br />But in truth, we're also talking about if we actually need to be primaries for each other. As we unpack more of what's here, I see that there's a whole heap of stress that's just flowing away and leaving us clearer and clearer with each passing day.<br /><br />Happy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></b><div style="text-align: right;"><b><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.</span></b></div><b></b><div class="blogger-post-footer">if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that y