It Hurts to Be This Sexy
	2004-03-08 | 3:18 p.m. Southern California wants to be Western New York
	I am back from California. We have fallen in love with one another. It's a long story with a short version that goes something like mountains plus ocean equals love. It may have just been the weather, but the return from going to my southern home never makes me feel like I'm going to the wrong place. I actually had to shut the plane window when I realized that we were getting too far from the west. At least it helps me figure out some school options. The trip was wonderful. I met up with Marx's Girlfriend and we tricked everyone into thinking we might be girlfriends, what with all our handholding a secretive whispers during the conference. Our papers were both well-received, and we each got questions afterward that were useful but not scary. We agreed that Judith Butler and Michel Foucault get way too much play on the graduate conference circuit and that neither of us will quote either of them when presenting a paper. Academic fucking coup. There's no money to be had at UCLA, which makes me feel like a sad little sack. We went to Girlbar in West Hollywood on Friday night, and I saw that, in fact, the lesbians do not look like the L Word. I say this mostly because there were actual butches walking around and talking just like in New York. No pretend butches who get to be butch because they cut the sleeves off of their t-shirts. Well, no more than I'd see here. There were a few more femme-femme couples, but really it was just dykes. Looking dykey. Being dyke ladies dancing badly and having expensive drinks. Just like anywhere. On Saturday we went to Rodeo Drive and Chinatown, two totally different places that serve exactly the same purpose--a place for people (mostly tourists) to buy things they don't need. One is for rich people and the other for not so rich people. At the former, I was a Prada girl. I touched all the expensive clothes and laughed at silly shoes. At the latter, I was all about the cheap, cheap goods. I bought a tiny accordion for nine dollars, and have been trying to figure out the notes. It all ends up with me being sexy. I talked with the palm trees, and they were so sad because nobody ever talks to them, and they can't really be climbed so nobody touches them either. We made an agreement that I would return. I played in the Pacific Ocean. I had a run in with a woman who gave me reiki on my first LA bus ride. She didn't ask, she just sort of started reiki-ing me. It may have cured my terrible sore throat. When I move to California, everyone's invited to celebrate with me. I think it'll be like going home. **Westing Games** The weather that ROARED - 2005-03-01 Enabler's Rag - 2005-02-15 Where in the world? - 2005-01-14 Where have all the rude boys gone? - 2005-01-04 quickly - 2004-11-21 <-- - -->	Last Next Newest Older Rings Pictures Links Profile Guestbook Email me Notes Diaryland Hate is Great

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