Trenchcoat Mafia

Someone left a message in my website's guestbook that they'd read my essay on my school's Trenchcoat Mafia, and wished to interview me.

Problem is? They left a bum e-mail address.

I'd love to, but I have no way of contacting them.

When is a friend not a friend?

I think I'm missing one friend.

Back in elementary school, high school, first my sister, and then I, had a friend. She was lots of fun, a great person to be around, intelligent, insightful, with a great sense of humor.

We got to be pretty close. We would spend hours talking about stuff -- stuff in specific, stuff in general, witchy/pagan stuff, LBG stuff. The three of us -- me, Queenie, and Savil -- were the Witchy Dykey Coalition, or something like that.

We both went our separate ways after high school, and we corresponded after I hit DeVry.


Then she got a boyfriend. Not just any boyfriend -- a Christian boyfriend who wasn't comfortable with any of the witchy/bi stuff.

Now, according to the other chicks from my sister's side of the old gang, she's claiming that she's always been Christian, always been straight.


I have no objection if someone, after considering it, decides that the conclusions they came to earlier in life were mistaken, and that they should be doing different things with their life. I do object when someone who was dear to me, who poured their heart out to me, begins to rewrite their past, and holds a position that means that all my memories are lies.

I still miss her. I hope she knows that I still want to be friends. I hope she knows that if it's her Will to remake herself, that I'll accept that. My best friend is Christian. Christianity is not the problem. What I won't accept is her lying to herself.

Pimpage: pop_cult

norabombay, I think pop_cult is you, from the description the guy just left in az_insomniacs.

Quiet Day

Slept until 1. Had leftover turkey and cranberry sauce for breakfast.

Have been discreetly tidying up. Managed to finally get the inner bathroom into some degree of order -- the basket with the lavendar/vanilla stuff did organizational wonders.

marxdarx is still sick, and won't be going to Fry's Electronics today as planned.

I may well head down to the plasma place in a bit -- I'm not sick anymore, and it's a sufficiently quiet day that I don't really have much else to do, and I'm wondering if I hadn't better do this before tomorrow, because tomorrow might or might not be busy.

I did re-bead my hair. Instead of the beads that are all black-sparkly, I have cool peacock-colored pearlescent beads, and black and silvery pearlescent beads. Mmm, pretty.

Am giving up on in-general recycling wax, because it's a pain to do right with the equipment I have now. Someday.

Further proof I'm becoming more of a parent --

You can hear the words that my voice underlines, when I'm correcting grammar.

"Hey, that's the same kind of Bionical that I got!"
"You mean, 'that's the same kind of Bionical that I have.'"