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Ana and Tampons, Clarice Cliff and Me.



My life can be so much fun sometimes. I'm so grateful that for now, for this brief period of time, I don't have to work a 9-5 job, and can pursue whatever interests me. Now whether I can make that happen while caring for so many people at the same time remains to be seen, sigh, and of course there's the problem of money and the stress of never having enough and being someone who wants to collect beautiful things.

Here's what I've done so far since we last met. Last night I braved the challenges of Live Journal style tweakage and changed things a round a little bit. I don;t know why but it was really hard for me to acquire the little bit of knowledge it took for me to be able to do this. I know what I like visually so style is never the problem, it's the mechanics of it. Anyway so I fiddled around with it for a while last night, going back and forth with different fonts and finally settling temporarily on the one I have up now. I really like Lucida sans script is it? but I worried whether people would be able to read it or not. I don't like these boring black grey bars on either side of my writing and want to change them to a white background with Chinese characters. Anyone know how to do that? Do I just design my own background and if so how big should it be, etc.? Are there places where we can go find backgrounds? I like Stacy's exotic animal print because it's cool and kitschy but I a.) don't want to copy her cause "dats not nice mama", (Beau used to say that all the time, so cute) and b.) it doesn't really go with all of the vintage prints I put up. Anyone have any ideas?

Okay so moving on, after I wrote my long ranty thing about being mad at my man re. birth control, I cruised around and read my friend's journals. You know, I do my best to read them, I can't always post because it takes so long just to read them. I'll get better though, maybe the Ritalin will help, heh, drugs. Anyway I read journals and then went to analand to write her a little thank you note for the daisies she and MAW sent me, and to ask her about her birthday, shoot I can't write about that because this goes up on her friends page and she might read this, ook. Yeah Missy you just might read this so no peeking for you. So I was at anatwo and found out that there had been this whole mean drama about her having posted pics of her tampon and pussy, which I think is the coolest thing, because it's just so feminist art radical and so her. Really, I love that about her, she always kicks me up a step in terms of bravery. I mean for me it's hard enough to write the words tampon and pussy here, let alone put up pictures and deal with the flack that would engender, people, sheesh.

So I guess what I'm getting at is that when I see this kind of thing on her journal I am reminded of what a wonderful muse and friend she has been to me. When I see some of the shocked reactions she gets I think well, they're just not there yet, you know, someone has to lead, and I'm always grateful to the people who do, in this case it's clearly my little anawee. There's that quote that I can't remember exactly, but it's something along the lines of our embracing the conformists while they're here and idol worshipping the iconoclasts when they're gone. That is such a sad and very telling thing about us. Wouldn't it be better to discover the truth tellers and the artists while they're here among us, and try to make their lives a little easier? I want to celebrate and embrace the iconoclastic, the unusual, the wild, and the exotic while we're all here together and can inspire each other to greater good. That's why I fell in love with ana the second I first saw here on some show on television, it was just this moment of clarity and recognition, an instantaneous communal click sort of thing. Maybe we do travel in groups and it's some kind of soul recognition, who knows, but I don't want to appreciate a beautiful butterfly when it's gone, I don't want to pin it's wings and watch it deteriorate in some dusty Victorian display. I want to watch it flit around and live it's life while it's here, and more than that I want it to be happy.



When I first started tentatively posting things on her ana's private BBS over three years ago, (can you believe that, time truly does fly), I was very held back and constrained, well for me anyway. I was afraid to reveal certain intimate details about my life, worried they might be dredged up by some tabloid, used against me somehow at some future time when my cherished dream of becoming an Oscar winning actor had come true. Then slowly I realized how ridiculous and well, arrogant that was and began to express and reveal things closer to my heart. Now while I may still be laden with hang ups and neurosis, I am so much braver and closer to revealing my true self than ever before.

This conflict between expressing my true nature versus trying to please my Mother, and her conservative social world, or what I imagined as acceptable image control for an actor, has been a lifelong struggle for me. I started doing this way back in grammar school when I started to make up rules for what I thought a serious actor would and wouldn't do. I told my best friend then that I would never do a commercial or go on a game show, this was in like third or fourth grade, because I thought a really good actor wouldn't do that. So sad, what a waste of energy and time. I should have just bust out and been myself, not that I didn't do some of that, but not nearly enough.



I think naturism, being naked with other people and going to Burning Man has helped a lot with that as well, and maybe growing up as I get older. Plus there was the breakdown of the stigma, or the wall that existed between television and film acting, and the fact that brave women like Roseanne came along and told us everything about themselves and still survived. I mean you wouldn't have been able to come out and say you were multiple and had turned tricks and still have a career when I was in college. Things were so much more uptight then. Now it's kind of a free for all, with uniqueness and self expression gaining more acceptance by the minute. I'm sure we have the Internet and brave creatures like ana to thank for that.

Well, that was a rant and a half of digression. I just wanted to tell you what I did last night and so far today. I'm still sick so it doesn't look like I'm going to get that long yearned for mini spring vacation. I still have Easter basket shopping to do, and there's Mom who when getting presents for Beau, never can manage to make it easy, and wants to take him out to buy him an "outfit." Beau is downstairs playing with his friend Shayan again. Beau's playing his clarinet for him. How did I get so lucky? I wish I had just one more, a little girl, someone two or three years old who needs a home. I'd like a biracial baby, Asian or black. Noemi likes to tease me and say that I want a Chinee baby. They say Chinee in Belize as in Chinee-man, he was a Chinee-man. It isn't derogatory as fas as I can tell and kind of sounds cute somehow. She says I like everything Chinee. Yeah, I like everything Chinese, everything except the scary fucking government who won't give back Tibet or our plane or it's passengers.

Yeay, Tom and Pooka and their family are happy. Tom has a disabled adult child, a sweet son who is in his thirties, but who I think is about ten or twelve age wise, and he is so in love with Pooka but is calling him Pookie as in Pookieman/Pokeman, they just never got the fairy sprite concept. That's okay as long as Pooka is happy. I need to see him soon though because I'm having Pooka withdrawal symptoms.



Okay so finally, so far today I've been dealing with business stuff and I discovered a couple of fun things. I called the catalogue department of Christie's, because I missed the Tony Duquette auction and wanted to see if I could at least get the catalogue. I love their catalogues because not only are they super informative and fun to look at and fantasize about, but their photography and painting catalogues are great for collage. I love collage. While browsing catalogues I learned about Clarice Cliff. Now I have a new interest to study up on and that's fun for me.

Okay so to recap; ana brave, people cowardly, I'm looking for backgrounds, examples of type styles, and am interested in Clarice Cliff. I'm always grateful.

Big hugs from your pal,
Wacqui

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