Land of Lakes and Volcanoes

Someone yesterday asked me what I wanted when it comes to all this love business.  I wrote the following.  It seemed like the kind of thing I'd want to hold on to. I can tell you what I want, and then what would happen in some fantasy land version of the world. I fret about things, about making people happy.  I want someone who I make happy by just being myself, someone I can be nice to.  Someone who will be nice to me.  Someone who I can look out for and they'll look out for me.  I want to be important to someone who I like enough that they're also important to me.  I want someone I can respect for their values, intelligence, ambition, and good sense.  I want someone to negotiate a life with.  I want someone who doesn't think their preferences are more important than mine and is therefore willing to explain their desires to me while also being willing to listen to what I want.  I want to have kids with someone.  I want them to be open to the idea of taki

I got all excited about this girl , rocking her bodacious bod in light of American Apparel's condescending and insulting call for plus size lady models.  And then today, I was all happy with Rolling Stone for an excellent article about voting, and this is the bullshit I see: I get it!  He's supposed to regret it because she's fat.  Right, right, obviously.  Fuck you, stupid product I'd never use anyway.  As my friend Becky said, "She should regret it because he's a douchebag."

Normajean and I were mermaids this weekend.  Here's a preview of the edited images.  The talented Guillermo Ubilla did the picture taking and editing.  Normajean did makeup and many of the props/jewelry.  I made the costumes and was responsible for hair.  The full edited set will, at some point, be posted on Guillermo's blog , which is, I think, moving here soon.