Tails of a 17th Street Geisha

STATE OF THE UNION ADDRESS: He says/She Says

In a system of two parties, two chambers, and two elected branches,
there will always be differences and debate.  But even tough debates can be
conducted in a civil tone, and our differences cannot be allowed to
harden into anger.

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Of course the perpetrator of numerous offenses wants us to NOT be angry! He’s the one trampling on civil rights, privacy, abortion rights, workers’ rights, social security, health care… If the tables were turned, would HE be able to have a smile and say, "yeah, keep ramming me, that’s great!" and NOT be angry. Puh-leeze.

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To confront the great issues before us, we must act in a
spirit of good will and respect for one another – and I will do my
part.

Yeah, "you’ll do your part." Why does the devil ask us have respect when he’s shown no respect for anyone?

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Tonight the state of our Union is strong – and together we will make it
stronger.

Absolute bull shit. Even his own peeps know this isn’t true.
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In this decisive year, you and I will make choices that determine both
the future and the character of our country.

Substitute "determine" for "undermine."

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On September 11th, 2001, we found that problems originating in a failed
and oppressive state seven thousand miles away could bring murder and
destruction to our country. 

On September 11th, 2001, we found that for 7 solid minutes, you couldn’t react without the help of your political handlers. Also, what happened to your Presidential Daily Brief delivered to you (while you were taking the longest vacation in history) that could have told you the same thing?  you know, the one that was entitled "Bin Laden Determined to Strike in US" that you got in August of 2001?

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Dictatorships shelter terrorists, feed resentment and radicalism, and seek weapons of mass destruction.  Democracies replace resentment with hope, respect the rights of their citizens and their neighbors, and join the fight against terror.  Every step toward freedom in the world makes our country safer, and so we  will act boldly in freedom’s cause.

Actions speak louder than words. Your family is in bed with the Saudi Arabian royal family and Saudi Arabia is the birthplace of many Al Qaeda, including Bin ladin. Why no war against the Saudis?

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….They seek  to impose a heartless system of totalitarian control
throughout the Middle East, and arm themselves with weapons of mass murder.  Their aim is to seize power in Iraq, and use it as a safe haven to launch
attacks against America and the world. 

tsk. tsk. Iraq became a hot-bead of terrorist action because we bombed the fuck out of it without reason. We bombed the fuck out of Afghanistan without seeing it’s restructuring and rebuilding through to completion and out of our unjustified wars, are fueling the terrorism that we claim to be eliminating. 

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Lacking the military strength to challenge us directly, the terrorists have chosen the weapon of fear…

Didn’t your party use the weapon of fear to turn out your vote against the fear of gay’s marrying? 

…and we are on the offensive in Iraq, with a clear plan for victory.

I would love to hear this *clear* plan for victory… 

First, we are helping Iraqis build an inclusive government, so that old
resentments will be eased, and the insurgency marginalized.  Second, we
are continuing reconstruction efforts, and helping the Iraqi government
to fight corruption and build a modern economy, so all Iraqis can
experience the benefits of freedom.  Third, we are striking terrorist targets
while we train Iraqi forces that are increasingly capable of defeating the
enemy. 

Our work in Iraq is difficult, because our enemy is brutal… At
the same time, our coalition has been relentless…

You and what army? Those 5 soldiers from micronesia, sure are tough!

The road of victory is the road that will take our troops home.  As we
make progress on the ground, and Iraqi forces increasingly take the
lead, we should be able to further decrease our troop levels – but those
decisions will be made by our military commanders, not by politicians
in Washington, D.C.

Aren’t YOU a politician in DC making decisions contrary to expert military leadership? Weren’t you given warning that there wasn’t enough troops to wage a war in Iraq?

Alright… listening to him speak on tv is making me need to take a major dump… gotta jet.

I have spoken with a LOT of my friends and family about my health. There’s been some kind of stomach flu going around DC. During these past 5 days, depending upon the time you caught me, I was either doubled over and crying in pain or grinning and bearing it.

Today marked a turning point! I woke up and didn’t run to the bathroom. I went to the gym and had the energy to run a mile (I didn’t go too fast.) I even did 30 minutes of cardio and crunches.  I was able to run 3 times this week, but was never able to go too far without having to interrupt it with a race to the bathroom.

Saturday night was the absolute worst: I was considering going to the ER, spent time crying on the phone to everyone I knew because of the pain, and had to leave my best friend Brad’s 30th b-day party 20 minutes after arriving because of abdominal pain. Of course, 20 minutes was just enough time for a very drunk Brad to bite my face and twice attempt to pull of my shirt (making me flash some friends for a couple of seconds.) He left no teeth marks, so I forgive him.

I felt SO incredibly alone that night. All I wanted was someone to make me feel better. I needed my mom or someone to feed me chicken soup and shower attention on me. My mom, a friend, ANYONE. I crawled into bed earlier than I can remember (on a Saturday night) and passed out. On a positive note, because of this stomach flu/virus/infection/whatever, I’ve lost 7 pounds in one week! Maybe I have a tapeworm?

I’ll see a doctor tomorrow, but I was healthy enough to enjoy myself today. I had some sporadic pain, but nowhere near the level of intensity of Saturday night. I was healthy enough to work out with Gianni, go grocery shopping with Shannon, and  give Gianni’s brother a lap dance during a game of truth or dare. Hopefully, I’ll be back to my old antics on Monday morning!

Special shout out and HUGE THANKS to Wendy for the sympathy and homeopathic meds of Friday night, Filip for coming to my rescue with meds on Saturday morning, and Gianni and Shannon for keeping my mind distracted with Sunday day-of-fun. Oh, and Roz’s Moveon colleague Adam, for being the "talk of the night" at her 30th B-day party on Friday night.

I’m really sick. In excrutiating pain. I need someone in DC to bring me medicine. I’m bed-ridden right now and I’m really sick.

…help!

EVERYTHING is making me cry today.

So my sister Susan emailed the family to let us know that she has cervical cancer. Everything was fine in her last pap 6 months ago, but they detected something this time around–a 3.5 cm tumor. Her OB/GYN was concerned because of how fast it grew. Her email was EXTREMELY alarming and I cried at work multiple times before realizing that I could talk to my other sister Elodia, whose husband is a doctor. They already knew about it and in their opinion, there’s not enough time since her last pap or a cancerous tumor to develop that large. They think it might be a sign of developing endometriosis. I honestly don’t know what to do with this piece of information. She won’t talk about it either…

This week has been a pretty hard week. Was on my rag, had serious stomach virus, and the office is moving. Also got into a spar with a friendster about whether I was giving the green light at his house over the weekend or not, he claims that I was "playing games" but I claimed that he was simply running through a lot of stop signs the night I watched a movie at his house… Also this week, I spent many late nights at work, with last night being no exception. Oh, and I pissed off my best friend Roz because I didn’t want to go to her 30th b-day party tonight because of some VERY personal reason connected to one of her invited guests (I can’t divulge–I’m too embarrassed!)

Insomnia, stomach aches, boy probs, work stress, friendship-tussles, insecurities, PMS’ing, Post-MS’ing, AND NOW… my sister my have cervical cancer? I’m going to bed now (it’s 3:15pm as I type) and I don’t plan on re-surfacing until Monday morning…

at least I got my "filibuster Alito" calls into every Democratic Senator out there… YOU BETTER DO THIS TOO BITCHES or else don’t come to me asking for information on underground abortions or Canadian hotlines for emergency contraception… with Alito, the new anti-choice majority on the Supreme Court will overturn Roe v Wade and go on a rampage peeling back access to contraception and family planning (but seriously, if this should ever happen, you CAN ask me for black market abortion/contraception because you know I’ll be running a pharmacy in my home with RU486, Plan B and what not that I’ll get from England and Mexico… it will be JANE all over again)

You guys!!! I have been having the most amazing dreams. In these dreams, I’ve experienced earthquakes while at a house party, being followed by a spirit in a white walled maze of an abandoned high school, amazing sex with a friendster I’m itching to meet, and God telling me to go back to church through various means.

Are these dreams prophetic or symbolic, with hidden meaning? OR, should I start to eat carbs and try to get to bed earlier and maybe the dreams will calm down a bit? I have also been exisisting on 5 hours of sleep a night, could THAT have something to do with it?

It’s 5 AM, I’ve been up for 30 minutes. Should I… a) go back to bed b) read the paper c) grab the paper outside my door and devour it or d) get ready and head to the gym?

Too tired to decide…

*ps* my life used to be WAY more exciting than deciding what to do with 4 hours of sleep.

***I could sleep in until 8am

***I could eat pizza and lose weight

***My condo cleaned itself

***I lived in Dupont, near a metro

***I had bought property in Dupont 5 years ago instead of 1 year ago

***I had learned to drive when I was a teenager (instead, I ditched school on the day of the driver’s test)

***I had changed my major to drama and women’s studies instead of anthropology

***I could get over my catholic guilt and regrets

***I cared less about what people thought about me, my personality, my looks, my intellect

***I had spent less time drinking and more time figuring out what I wanted to do while in college

***I had spent less time drinking and more time exercising while working at the feminist majority

***I could fall asleep without the aid of Nyquil

***I had a fuck-buddy so I wouldn’t be so strung out and horny! THIS is why I can’t get any sleep.

***I had a long term plan

***I was 3 inches taller

***I wasn’t scared by scary and/or catholic movies

***politics didn’t depress me and make me feel so helpless

***I was paid to use my social networking and interpersonal communication skills

***and I wish that at this dream job, I had an assistant to keep me organized and remind me of people’s names and back stories!!!

did I mention I needed sleep?

I ran 2 miles today and I was a sweaty mess. I can normally run 3 miles without problems, but somehow I just couldn’t muster the energy. I’ve only run 3 times in the last 10 days and a total of 8 miles. This is ridiculous.

Now I’m down in the dumps. I feel like my body can’t handle it. how am I ever going to run a 10k in 10 weeks if I can only run 2 miles!

Also, I went partying this weekend with Gianni and friends at Lizard Lounge and Cobalt and realized that I have really been neglecting my duties as a friend and straight-girl ambassador to the gay community. I had an absolute BLAST, ran into a million old friends and realized that there are some places still left in DC where the music is worth dancing to!

Thirdly, my workload is increasing dramatically–to Feminist Majority proportions-ish–and I have to cut something out of my life…

As of today, I resign my heterosexual duties of dating and meeting guys.  It’s either gym or Jim, and I choose the Washington Sports Club and Wendy’s gym. Fuck it. I’m not ready to date. I don’t have time and I’m really letting myself go in the health department. I have been eating really well, but I just haven’t been exercising and that’s really upsetting.

I’m actually so upset about the exercise situation that if I don’t exercise in the morning (which I haven’t done in a LONG time) then I will force myself to exercise at night, regardless of when I come home from work. Partying be damned!

Oh and one more thing: FUCK! Somehow, it’s 1 in the morning and I’m wide awake. I’ll be up at 5 tomorrow morning, like fucking clock-work. Wendy, pass the ambien…

I don’t recall if I’ve ever written my 2006 resolutions in blog form, so here goes:

**get rid of all my credit card debt

**stop compulsive shopping (esp. shoes, jewelry, men)

**run a half marathon

**go to the gym 5 times a week and get a killer body (and be able to literally kick ass)

**finish furnishing and designing my apartment (including fixing up the horrible mess of a kitchen, it is SO 70s–and not in a good way)

**sell the rest of my dj equipment.. *sniff* *SOB*

**figure out what grad school I want to go to (and figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life!)

**get more involved in causes I care about outside of Pulmonary Hypertension

**GET THERAPY!

**Rip all my cd’s and put them on my comp (I’m 1/3 of the way of my collection…)

**get rid of clutter in my condo

**get rid of clutter in my life

**delve into and explore my spirituality

**get over this insomnia…

Some things I’ve accomplished from 2005:

**run a 5k

**stop drinking

**stop smoking/brownies

**get rid of clutter in friendship circles and get rid of toxic friends

**spend less time at work and more time outdoors

**go to the gym 3-4 times a week

**start dating straight men (and get out of fag-hag-dom)

**get into pilates

**get over catholic guilt (almost!)

Hopefully 2006 will be as good a year as 2005!

So I went running this morning at the gym with Filip. It was great–I got my runner’s high early on at 2 and a quarter mile. Unfortunately, I started getting a really sharp pain in my hip at mile 3 and had to stop.  I stretched, walked it off and went home to get ready to hang out with Domingo. I was able to spend a couple of hours walking extremely slowly with him (he loves to "stroll" slowly, says it’s a Southern thing) BUT… after going home, I couldn’t take the pain!

I’ve spent the last 3 hours sleeping to allow the tylenol to kick in, but it’s starting to hurt again! I want to cry… I MAY NOT EVEN GO CLUBBING TONIGHT! What is THAT all about?