'Ff'lo (fflo) wrote,

winding it up

A funny expression, "winding it up"--- it's both a gearing up for a beginning and a settling down to an ending. Lately I keep thinking of swearing things off; I was at it again today, like it was Carne Vale, not May Day. But May 2 strikes me as havin' some potentially good numerology for me. Let's see what happens with 5/2/7. I mean, if ya'll somehow aren't sick of my unveiled obscurity, I sure am. And how hard can it really be to "quit" what you ain't never been hired to? (You have to imagine me mumbling as I'm saying that. Lookin' down, by the campfire, at my feet. Thus lowerin' the hat brim, off and on, to hide my squinty little eyes.)

This afternoon at the shelter there were a lot of dogs who needed a second walk for the day. So I started with Fidel. A no-brainer, today, when real Fidel didn't show to speak, and I was clad in old Che shirt. Still am, but now Che's covered in cat hair. Hope he's not allergic.

There are pictures up at the Voice from the NOLOSE-sponsored My Big Fat Queer Prom. A prom as a beautiful thing--- live and learn; so much is possible. Makes me miss the east coast, too.

Speaking of queer, and what is possible that once was not, tonight I watched a fine movie I'm so glad I finally caught wind of: By Hook or By Crook (2002). Dang! Great faces, solid characters I know will be sticking with me, and five stars on the scale of Fflooidity and gender. And an extra star for reminding me to know what I know, even when so much around me says otherwise.

Maybe the film'll make a good lead-in, a good winding-up, to pulling out my mantra icon to start defaulting with tomorrow. It's about knowing what I know, too.

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