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Today is apparently (I may be off by a day, I'm fuzzy on how behind I am in my LJ reading) "blog against heteronormativity day" or some such.

I really do want a t-shirt that says "What makes you assume I'm straight?", partly because I know that walking down the street with one of my husbands does make me look like a stereotypical hetgirl fawning all over her perfect man (they *are* perfect, but still).

Meantime, let me say, in my restating-the-obvious subtle fashion: I'm queer. I was queer when I was married to one woman, and I'm queer now, even though I'm married to two men. I do believe my wife will confirm this if you ask.

Now, on to catching up on my friendslist. It's been a busy few days for me. Wore myself out at Food Not Bombs yesterday, and now stonebender and I are taking a "sit like a lump" day.

Bad movie fest yesterday included two installments of Commando Cody, a Bela Lugosi movie that included the Fist Of Death, and something called Haunted Hotel or something that was about the Massachusetts witches, in the worst way. Did y'all know that the witches in the 17th century all worshipped Satan and killed young girls to drink their blood? Didja?

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Happy Birthday, intenselaura!

(I think this is the first year I've managed to be on time with this greeting. It's stuck in my head as being tomorrow, and I have no idea why, especially when this is also my niece's birthday. Details don't like me.)

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Yum. Yum.

someotherguy was in the mood for something sweet, but not candy. We were out of cookies. I decided to make oatmeal cookies. Didn't have raisins, so used chopped fresh pears and some dried strawberries.

Oh, man, yum.

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Tonight's bad movie fest: Another installment of Commando Cody, of course, followed by Bucket of Blood, a delightfully silly/creepy thing that really icked out sogwife (sorry, love!). Bad poetry was the scariest thing in it, if you ask me.