Back.

Had a great time. Not even *trying* to catch up on my friends page---if there's something important I should read, let me know. More later.

Amen!

From Mark Morford:

It must come straight back to the individual. As always. Back to you,
believing for yourself, defining God for yourself, locating Him/Her/It
inside the self, independent of doctrine and BushCo and snarling
military leaders and Pat Robertson's sanctimonious little roadblock to
the progress of the human soul.

Because believing in God should not make you dumb. Believing in divine
power should not make you a blind lockstep jingoist zealot right-wing
homophobe drone, bowing and kneeling and feeling unworthy and sinful
and then changing the channel to ESPN2 and watching log rolling.

Believing in your own divinity should, of course, make you radiate. And
think. And squirm. And ponder and investigate and get calm and wonder
and explore and lick and drink good wine and make love to any gender
you like and allow that divine definition to shift and transform with
time and self and breath. Simple, really. And also very, very messy. As
it should be.


Thanks, Tigerlily, for forwarding this to me. :D

Art Class Was Worth It.

I was so tired I nearly didn't go, but I'm glad I went. Ms. K (the teacher) looked at my drawing and said, "very good!", and she's not one of those people who compliments lightly.

*beam*