Copying over a bunch of stuff from FB, because one of the many things that drives me up the wall about the interface is how hard it is to keep track of anything over there. One of the other biggest issues is the lack of anything similar to LJ-CUT, to allow a warning and opt-out option for folks who don't want to encounter specific topics or nsfw images and such. Right now it's basically a choice of having my status display on your FB page, or not having it display. I want more granularity! In some ways I use the cross-posting from LJ to mimic that, since folks see the title of the post and can decide whether to click through and read it or not, but it's not easy to do that on the spur of the moment when having a fb-length comment to post about life from my phone. Also, lots of folks on FB don't automatically load Notes posts to display in their main page, so almost never happen to see them. Blarg.

So, demonstration of concept, have an LJ-CUT with smutty bits behind it (which, of course, doesn't actually do anything additional for folks from FB, since it clicks through to the full post automatically):
Way more back here, some textually not safe for work )
And really, it probably will be very random rambling. I'm in the mood to write/talk about sex, but don't have a lot specific on my mind.

text only behind the cut, but not particularly worksafe descriptions )
Finally feeling a lot better, which is a relief. Slept most of Wednesday, then had an excellent evening with NL. Thursday I had a lovely date with Erin, amidst the chaos of kitchen demolition. Grafton and Caleb have been working on painting and installing the cabinets we inherited from Ferret and Gini. They'll replace a nasty old metal sink cabinet that'd already been scavenged from our curb by this morning (probably for the recycling value of the metal). Also, Caleb just heard back on an interview, and has found a job! Right now it's part-time and temp, but there's hope it could expand from there.

I no longer have a carpool in to work on Fridays, so I made a stop by the West Side Market on my way in. I now have roasted asparagus with lemon zest and hazelnuts, and some very tasty pulled pork, as well as lemon bars from Farkas. I've joined Audible.com to try it out, and I used to train ride to start listening to On Intelligence which I'm enjoying so far.

Got to work and straight into a meeting. Apparently after a decade of "any day now" they've finally really decided to move us from this building. I'm not sure exactly how soon, and it'll be somewhat more inconvenient for me by RTA, but not end of the world (Lyndhurst). Also, there's been a change in supervisor for second shift, and they've put my friend Mark into the position. This is all for the good; he knows how to get shit done, but doesn't get hung up on formalities.

Also, I made a surprising discovery yesterday; I'm a big fan of Buck Angel's work (he's a trans porn star and activist, but the link is to his Wikipedia entry for worksafeness), and have been for quite a while. We went by Body Language (NSFW) yesterday on a whim of mine, and I ended up picking up two of his earlier DVDs. In watching through them (reviews to come on the sex filter), I was so awed by the bodyart of one of his partners that it was seriously distracting me. Well, no fucking wonder! That was his wife; he's apparently married to Elayne Angel. Holy shit, piercing GOD! I remember being part of rec.arts.bodyart back in the early nineties, and if you wanted the final word on excellence and creativity in piercing, it was her shop in NOLA. She'd even crossed my mind when I initially saw the angel wing tat in the vid, but since plenty of other folks have played with variations on that, and I didn't see the bottom portion that would've been totally distinctive, I didn't completely cue in. Anyway, it was a weird intersection of two different realms of my interests, although an entirely happy one!
This was part of the weekend post, but I'm interested and curious enough about whether anyone else has seen the Annie Sprinkle movie (and if so, what they thought) that I figured I'd pull this into a separate post where it wouldn't get quite so lost.

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And I got to introduce her to one of the most awesome girl/girl scenes in mainstream porn (Justine and Sarah in Tristan Taormino's House of Ass), and we decided to check out Annie Sprinkle's Linda/Les and Annie, which I'd picked up on VHS clearance from Blowfish ages ago, but never gotten around to watching. Now, I adore Annie Sprinkle. I think she can be a total flake at times, and she's waaaaay too new agey for me most of the time, but she's one of our patron saints, and part of our history, and always, entirely, herself. I've seen most of her stuff, and I generally know what I'm in for. That said, hooboy! We were at least relieved to see a disclaimer at the end that "Les's experience is not typical for ftms, yadda yadda". Wow. No shit. Honestly, it kind of felt like he'd heard all the worst and nastiest stereotypes about reasons people might be trans, and had just incorporated them whole-hog into his identity in ways that had Katy and I yelling at the TV on a regular basis. Especially paired with Annie's overly earnest but thoroughly clueless attempts at being transfriendly in ways that certainly read as uncomfortably fetishizing. In fact, I was shocked to discover it was made as relatively recently as it was (1989) -- Katy and I were guessing further back than that, based on some of the implicit politics.

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