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.
