December 2006 Archives

I can't tell.

If it demands to be touched.

Or,

If it is my skin that craves contact with hers.

Flower.

A Poetess was born.

Happy birthday!

I want to be an artist.

There I said it.

"You sure do treat me right…"

These are some helpful slogans I thought of while walking from terminal D to terminal F.

Terminal F: Bring provisions.
Terminal F: You're not there yet.
Terminal F: Just keep walking.
Terminal F: There is a reason we have shuttles.
Terminal F: The "F" stands for "Fucking Far."

Please eat a sandwich.

You're all too thin. It's a God-damned shame you all need miracle bras to look like you have cleavage.

By the way? Nice shoes.

I notice over and over again at this company that women are wearing amazing stiletto-heeled dress and evening shoes.

To work. All day long.

Have I mentioned this before?

I guess I'm used to seeing women in more sensible walking shoes or flats. Or maybe I anticipated that fewer women were wearing heels after spending years living with a staunch feminist who argued that high-heeled shoes were The Man's way of keeping women off balance—unable to run or to pursue. That I couldn't be blamed for eroticizing them because of the dominant paradigm brain-washing me and my maleness.

And yet, Oprah herself, Western culture's real-life epitome of the empowered woman is not ashamed of admitting her love of the stiletto. And Sex in the City featured characters who were not ashamed of lavishing much income on shoes.

So I don't know if it's a phenomenon isolated to this company or not. I haven't been out much lately. I'm just returning to the corporate world after a three-year absence. But I'm thinking that for some women, these sexy stiletto shoes are the new power shoe.

I love it.

Audacia Ray wrote a pretty inspired analysis of sex blogging, as opposed to blogging in general.

She wrote it in response to an article by another writer who believes that blogging is waning since the advent of social services like MySpace.

Audacia, by contrast, suggests that sex blogging is what it is, already, and for several reasons believes that it will continue in its current form for some time to come.

What I like about the post was that it wasn't trying to make any sort of gendered analysis. It was more of a nuts-and-bolts list of reasons why "anonymous" blogging is appealing and why most people who blog in this format aren't suddenly turning into webcam operators or doing podcasts.

I chose this outlet for my expression because I saw it being done, very well, by others. There is certainly an illicit thrill to be had. I have blogged from my home, from Metro Transit buses, from hotel rooms and lobbies, from my mother's computer, from my Treo cell phone and my laptop and from most every place I have worked since 2002.

In a very anti-social way, it makes me feel connected to a community. This has always appealed to me.

Do you ever see people who remind you of bloggers—bloggers you have never met?

That's the pet name my Flower has given to me.

I'm downloading now.

Thanks, Fleshbot!