Wednesday, February 21, 2007
I cried while chanting the mantra "I feel safe, I feel secure. I am safe, I am secure" holding one hand over my heart center and another on my abdomen center, I cried.
I cried changing poses. I cried because I feel like my security and safety are in limbo rignt now. I cried because I feel that I've been judegemental and condascending.
It's very enlightening when you realise that people's experiences make their viewpoints on life differ.
I believe that my life experiences have made me who I am today
These are the ways that I identify. My political identity formed by my education, readings, friends and experiences. I'm passionate about queer issues, womyn issues, POC issues. I want to make a differece. My passion for loving women extends and feels like it pours out of me. I feel like taking to the streets for it. I sometimes doubt the validity of other's queerness if they don't have the same type of passion. I feel people don't have anything invested in being queer when they just live their day to day lives without passion. I think that's what makes the difference between gay and queer. I believe that queer puts us all under one big umbrella. Boys, girls, boi's, trannys, femmes, butches. But it's also our political identity. A lot of people can be gay but it takes a certain passionate type of individual to be queer.
I know this has gone from one place to another...just some stuff I had to get out....
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Monday, February 12, 2007
There's just something hot about Justin Timberlake. Ok, it might be my g/f's obsession over him...but you know what? He has good style and he's not so bad.
I watched the Grammy's last night and let's just say that I was not too impressed with JT's little handheld camera bit. It seemed poorly done and it seemed that it didn't really match what the original idea wanted to capture. It just wasn't that flattering.
It was a good night for Mary J. I always like to hear her acceptance speeches. She always thanks God but she like really means it. I'm glad that she won. She's gone through a lot in her life and it's nice to see that she feels that she's grown.
Well off to work now kiddies.
back to the Westchester House
to the days of hanging with the homies on days off
being 22 and being stellar
this song reminds me of Jamila. Why? I don't really know why mabey it's just the way we all used to always sing this song with soo much emotion. The way that her nimble hands looked with her nails and how her hair always looked great.
The Stellar days are long gone and we've all gone our seperate ways. But I will never forget my stellar homies
Friday, February 09, 2007
I take the train to work and back and I love it. No matter that my commute used to be 10 min to work and 10 min home, now it's 1 hour to work and 1 hour back home.
I ride the train in the morning with 3 people who are awesome
first there is John. he's a riot. VERY type A personality and always has to tell me about myself. If it's not about him having to call me to wake me up early b/c he hates seeing me put on my make up on the train, or if it's about how he's worried about my time off at work (I've called in sick 3 times) I know he worries because he's a friend, but sometimes it can get on my nerves. I just laugh.
then there is Josefina. I love her. She reminds me soo much of my mother. She works in the garment district in Los Angeles. I believe that she is a pattern maker. She inherited her craft from her mother. She's just really sweet and such a cute little lady
then there is Santiago he is a 50something gentleman who works making shower doors. He's just a quiet soul who is agreeable with everyone.
On the way home, my seester Claudia is usually on the train so we sit together...she usually saves me a spot next to her. This is kind of our bonding time while she listens to her iPod and checks her email on her smart phone...when we talk, people normally laugh. Sometimes they are annoying but last night, we met a really cool lady who thought we were hilarious. I told her that I would blog about the train...so here it is. Turns out she blogs too..but on paper...she showed me this wonderful journal that had pix of her son's bday party at Hangar 18 and pix of her running a 1/2 marathon it was nice to see people document their lives...because honestly..one minute we are here...and the next, we are gone.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Welcome to LA
I'll take you to all
The spots. The LA spots
The Hollywood SIgn
at Cha Cha Cha's
Brunch at Luminarias
But the best will be
me cooking for you.
Wearing my favorite
Dia De Los Muertos apron.
Donning Tacones while
I make you SoyRizo
SoyRizo with eggs,
waffles and fresh fruit
that we bought at the
Lemeirt Park Farmers Market
earlier that morning.
Dirty dishes will lay
soaking in the sink
while we watch a movie
that just came in from Netflix
Laying under the covers
cuddled up in your arms.
My favorite place.
Welcome to LA.