Unsuccessfully, I might add.
I’m feeling a wee overwhelmed by the pending transition. But I did speak to my former hairdresser, who referred me to two gals who used to work in her salon. I remember their work, which was awesome. I just didn’t remember their names and I hadn’t any idea where they went. They’re both at a salon & spa up in Burbank. I dropped the salon an email, but I’ll definitely try to call Tuesday.
There are other details floating out there. Damn, I hate it when details are not nailed down. It’s much more fun when I can watch them squirm and bleed!
For example: Feral sent me a generous box of ritual supplies — mostly herbs and a vial of special water. That box somehow made it through French customs unharmed. I now need to come back with said box and bring her in return some tasty dried ritual goodness. I can’t decide how to do this, though. Either way I risk confiscation of everything, including what she originally sent me. It seems the best way to minimize this is to make sure everything is well dried and put in zip lock bags. But still.
The sword and the umbrella will be fine, methinks, but it will be vastly more expensive to send those back than it was to bring them in. (Especially the umbrella, which used to be broken and fit just fine randomly stuffed in my suitcase.) Both fit nicely together in the original box the sword blade came in.
I just need to make sure that my P.O. Box place accepts those big bags of books sent by boat.
And then there’s the social race. Almost every night there’s another social gathering to say goodbye. I’m looking forward to Sunday night, as we’ll be meeting one of the editors of make/shift. I have an idea to pitch to her that night for an article. They only have one issue out, and I can’t subscribe at the moment. Maybe she’ll be able to give me a better idea of what they’re looking for.
I’ve had completely ridiculous encounters with so-called feminists who denigrate the BDSM lifestyle and any form of casual sex. Isn’t feminism about women having power over their own lives? Women being recognized as having equal rights to men, equal pay, equal recognition, equal social standing? Sometimes I have great difficulty with the movement, even as it evolves over time. Call me an equalicist, not a feminist. I’m not saying that there are no physical distinctions between the two genders, just that no moral, social or financial distinctions should be made.
Okay, back to whatever was waking me up.