pagan, queer, goth, and ill?

A few years ago, some of us on Pridegoth-L decided that we needed our own group--specifically one for disabled, pagan, and queer goths... most of us interested in such a group had fibro/cfids.

I formed a list on egroups (now owned by yahoo), which has remained quiet most of the time, with spurts in activity from time to time.

If anyone is interested, feel free to poke around.




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it's good to have company sometimes. red_frog volunteered to help me bake cookies earlier. she came over this evening (bearing focaccia and granita, so of course we let her in) to share dinner, cookie-making, and movie time. we were all tired and a bit fog-headed (boy and magi are sleep-deprived, i'm loopy on drugs and majorly fibrofoggy lately), so it was a nice comfy evening. we're all silly MST3K-style movie watchers, too. actually, boy's quieter, but he appreciates the commentary. ;)

red_frog, had i known about the brief heart scene, i'd have warned you. i'm sorry about that.

i liked the film, but i always like bond... it's good, cheesy fun with cool clothing and nifty action scenes. i don't think madonna's song is a bond theme, though. it wasn't appropriate for the title sequence.
notes:
the opening arc actually *related* to the plot. how often has this happened?
the references to previous movies were hilariously obvious. i especially liked the dr. no reference (halle berry's character's introduction).

i'm sleepy, but i'm achy again. the migraine didn't get a chance to develop fully earlier, which was fortunate. right now, the arm, leg, and menstrual cramps are driving me nuts.

i wonder if the bags under my eyes will ever go away.

i should go have another cookie.

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Happy Birthday to windsea. I hope your birthday is peaceful and beautiful!

And to pained, an old friend... I wish you a very happy birthday and I hope today is lovely and fun and full of good things.

i wish crying made me feel better

I really need to address this with my doctor, but I don't know where to begin. I rarely get anxious, but after a few years of having this damned conglomeration of disorders, I do. I never know how a new doctor will react.

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boy keeps looking at me as though he expects me to put on something other than a half-open robe and underpants.

dammit boy, i'm wearing undies (though just to keep blood off the couch)--isn't that enough for you?

oh. he wants to go to the recycling center. i suppose i should wear clothing, otherwise red_frog's quiet work-time will be disrupted by the screams of rending metal and car crashes.

*sigh*