Ready to Peel?

My face is: burnt

After scratching my nose and dealing with stressful work phone conferences, I turned to the computer and remembered: everything I do is work related - my blogs, my emails, my life... Work, work, work. The scratchy feeling on my noise and no one to share it with except people that I call led to this: why did I stop blogging on this blog?

The random facts of me that no on else will really read, because let's be honest, no one reads this stuff except for super fans, friends, and crazy people that don't matter... Why stop?

How will I remember that today, my nose is burnt because I stood on my toes for about 3 hours attempting to see all the floats parade themselves down Market like they were all Leos? And as I watched I reminisced about how fun it was for me to be in the Hawaii Pride Parade as a radical cheerleader in '05?

If all went as planned, then next year my best friend is going to have her own float that is a topless bus, with yes, foam, bubbles and... details tba. But, here this blog re-begins, restarts, not a lie, but a change in direction, that is a change back to with a new face, a new direction.

Laughter and good times as I stood among the hundreds of supporters and thought to myself: I should have gone to the dyke parade because they were right! SF Pride has become a major commercial venue. But, what's so wrong with Google coming out on a float in support of Pride? As boundaries bleed, bend, and the activist floats few in numbers because everyone wants to simply smile, have a good time, and, wonder -- maybe not everyone, but someone out there must have wondered too -- why is it that a porn company has their own float at the parade when a majority of their videos are (regardless of what they say) targeted at a heterosexual audience, the conundrum today wasn't mine to solve...

And here it goes, a return to the beginning that once was as I touch my nose
to feel the skin peeling, a new face, still me, but something new, I smile to myself and think, this weekend was incredibly fun and I want to remember it, it among many memories, to share, to jot, not on paper, but in the digital word of diaries because someone out there is probably revisiting, restarting a blog a diary, a story, a novel, a writing process to say, "This is the story of my life".

And, as I re-read my blog as I always do, not to edit necessarily but to make sure that the blog spells out the ABCs of me in text...

I realize: Every time I meant to type "Nose" I wrote "Noise" -- and "$2,000 dollars later" I realize, I still don't know why but I guess I could blame it on my childhood like some friends do or I could simply say, sometimes we make big typos in our lives... And that could be a story of one's life, my life? The typo of the past few months: not hitting send to any journal entries on this blog -- only recording it all in my heart.