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They popped my rocky cherry. Yay!

Cherry

ailetoile and stevieg were down for the count, and so was legomymalfoy, so it was just the three of us for dinner and RHPS. I had some difficulty actually finding the right road (oops), so we were nearly out to Darkside's before I got us turned back around. If it had been any other event, I would have tossed the cellphone to the navigator and pinged the fellow for potential dragging-out-to-socialize, but this was RHPS.

Darkside is someone who does not do RHPS. I know this because I have an RHPS poster, and it is on my wall. Every time Darkside walks into a room that has this poster of mine in it, he says, "I could do without that," which sort of clues me in that RHPS would shock and offend him, and goodness knows that this sort of thing ("Fuck the disclaimer!") is not the sort of thing he needs to see. (I'd dearly love to be madly in love with a fellow complete freak, but the guy is a geekboy and a sweetheart and has earned my trust and utter adoration many times over, so I can't complain too hard.)

I found my headset and tried calling amberfox, for she and I do the "I am not near a computer so please Google this for me?" thing for each other, via Mr. Cellphone. Alas, she did not answer. I eventually did find where I was going, and called her back so she would not worry.

We wound up at Fazoli's. This was great except for the space-case who spaced my order. Woops. JD was eating breadsticks suggestively. There was lots of fun.

We located the theatre with the Rocky. There were all sorts of people about. I felt very over-dressed. Perhaps next time I'll wind up wearing the Disco Ball Dress.

The pre-show was fun. There was dancing! I apparently know all the words to "White and Nerdy", or at least almost all of them.

Cherry, continued

I was sworn in as a virgin. It was fun! There were fun games with two pairs of other virgins, involving using pelvic thrusts to pop a balloon. The second girl finally used her high heel to stabbity the balloon to pop it.

JD and I were taking pictures. myrrhianna needs to bring her camera next time.

The show was fun. What else can I say about it? Frank was all kinds of hot. Rocky was, too. I got some good shots of his lace shorts falling off his butt. :D Evidently this cast has a tradition where they grab someone from the audience for Rocky to carry around when the Rocky on screen is carrying Frank's body.

JD was the random person from the audience. We got some good shots of that too.

There was all sorts of gossip on the way home. I have this crush on someone, in addition to the serious thing for Darkside. It's a serious crush, because LJ is Serious Business. There was discussion that made me giggle intensely, about similar but related issues. I pointed out some rather obvious things, like, well, that one thing with that one thing. Word choice and other typing habits say a lot in some circumstances. For the record, there is only one person who I sent a new year's text message to. One. Not two, not three, not several. There is only one person who gets me signing my e-mails "yours". Family and close friends get "love". He gets "yours". Commiseration commencing in five, four, three, two... At least my crush object is Taken? I'm not inquiring after poly status, because a) don't want to cause drama in the nest, and b) I'm courting a Seriously Monogamous Guy, and he'd take a girlcrush being acted on not as a "you are Mine and it is So Hot that there is lesbian action going on" but "Oh, taken". Maybe he'll get up to "you're Mine" at some point, but not if I Do Things with other people in the interim. I've been whistling Fiddler on the Roof songs rather a disturbing lot lately... heeeeee.

(something else like poetry)

I thought, in the hidden part that dreams, that when I loved, it should not be something that sprouted into blossom without impediment. It would be the kind of love that books are written about, developing against adversity in improbable situations into uncertainty and sweetness, bitterness and inevitability.

At the end of the tale, it never would settle into a conventional mold. Two short steps and one long, always changing direction, walking different ways but always together. Chain us together with years upon years of these shared moments, impossible to break one from all the interlocking others. Wrap my wrists tight against his in silken cords of consideration and courtesy. At such close range we must move together or risk breaking.

It's Sunday.

Every now and then my inner cleric has a few things to say. The religion of the person I'm saying them to doesn't always matter, in some cases. This means that I, an eclectic pagan cleric, may wind up uttering words that ring true to some of the Christians I know.

My relationship with Christianity is a bit rocky and distant. It was the default religion in my life until my teen years, as Dad was part of the local Friends Meeting; the practices of the Meeting had a more pronounced effect on me than the actual trappings of the religion. BJ was traumatic to my view of the religion, and since BJ was vowing that he was a True Christian, I decided post-haste that I would be having nothing to do with Christianity if he were a prime example, and backed away from that faith with all due speed given BJ's attitudes and practices.

I've become more comfortable with Christianity in the past several years, after learning that BJ was not representative of faithful Christians truly in tune with their Divine, but while the Divine is the Divine (I'm rather universalist) I have a very strong separation from their churches.

Sometimes it comes as a source of wonder to me when I'm called upon to Speak to some of my Christian friends. How is it that they are Christian, yet I'm the one called to speak to them? Shouldn't someone of their own faith be the first choice for a mouthpiece for the Divine?

That happened this week, and my friend commented that it was a little funny. My response:

Yeah, it is a little funny. But we are coming at it from two different directions that cover some of your blind spots. Our perspective on it may enable us to see things that someone who is fully invested in a church may not be able to see. A regular church-goer might not remember as hard as they might otherwise that the world is one's church when one sanctifies it through prayer, and the people of the world are one's congregation when one meets them with the light of spirit and hope and friendship and love.

And that last, I thought I should share with the rest of my journal, because the world does need more of that. No matter what religion it is.

*bounce* *giggle*

Oh, I do so love to see things working out in ways that are good.

Something I should suggest:

For maintainers/moderators only, the ability to see or get a notification when someone has *deleted* a comment in the area they control, and who it was who deleted it. I WANT YOU CRAZY JUST BECAUSE.