SEAF!

[sistawendy]

Spent last night at the costume party for the Seattle Erotic Art Festival. Highlights:

• leenerella and Cyra's dollhouse! I have to say, what got me most about it was the skewed blinds that Cyra put up in one of the windows. After I saw it the first time, I kept running into people who told me about stuff I'd missed through the windows, so I had to go back to it at least twice.
• The ceramic buttocks paper towel dispensers. I wish we had those at work.
• The strategically placed art beds. Not only were they gorgeous; because you could sit (and lie, and make out) on them, they're probably the only reason I lasted as long as I did. I think I liked the Captain Nemo bed best as art.
• The motorized swans twining their necks.
• The stop sign with FAKING in the middle.
• leenerella and hubby, both already towering, in black bowler hats. I loved watching the hats float above the crowd.
• Showing off the (ahem) new parts.
• Peeps! Lots of my peeps, all gussied up.
• Seeing a rather nice half-figure nude and thinking, 'I want her hair.'
• Eye candy. Duh.
• Being told by an old leather bear that my vinyl nun-meets-French-maid outfit was the best leather nun outfit he'd seen in years.
• Getting thoroughly stared at by the male half of a well-dressed elderly couple on the way in.

Not too surprisingly, I killed my feet. (You can't pull that outfit off without heels.) The exhibition hall is on the north side of Seattle Center; I parked on the south side. Never have I been more grateful for the fountain lawn in the middle.

ETA: It's free this afternoon. If you haven't gone yet, go!

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[motherofangels.livejournal.com]

I have never asked you why you didn't get a divorse before you started the change. I guess that's 20-20 hindsight.
It seems that your spouse is getting everything and you must know that your family feels that she deserves nothing. Please don't be a marter.

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[sistawendy.livejournal.com]

Trust me, she won't get everything, and certainly not everything I want. That house never has felt much like home to me. Priority number one is my son, and that's best served by keeping him right where he is.