Dear all,
you lot rock.
I suppose it's projection. My life's been tainted therefore my blog's been tainted therefore those who read me will be as well.
I still find it hard to understand why anyone would want to read all this but when I put myself in your position I do, crystal clear, and I understand all you are saying. I still don't like what this blog is nowadays but I will not take it down, I'd have to create a new one bcs I cannot not write when I feel the need to. And I'd miss your comments. Please don't take my last post to mean you will now have to be extra careful abt what you say to me or I'll worry. Please do not be careful, please do not treat me differently. Business as usual Chez Pride, alright? I did understand all you said - except for the bit abt my ugly secrets [Serialangel dahling, jump in any time], I actually almost half got up and went looking for skeletons in my closets but then, er, thought better of it. All things considered. [Lighten up, IT'S A JOKE!].
Your presence, named and anonymous, has so often been my buoy, far more than anything IRL right now. One day I may try to figure out exactly why it was so but for now I am just so grateful it is. Grateful you're there.
Muito, muito obrigada.
Labels: Uzi my Tig
posted by Lioness @ 1:20 am
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Note: The following comment is by Savtadotty's Inner Geek, who is strangely attracted to feelings of the authentic kind
Now I'm a just a teensy weensy bit mad at you for first getting me hooked on the Lioness, and then threatening to remove my Fix. But if you need to do that, go ahead: it's your blog after all. I'm told communities can having a healing effect, so I'll join a 12-step recovery program and I'll get over it. Wait a minute...I thought the blogosphere was a community??? I think something recursive is going on here...see what I mean?
I know exactly what you mean. And I will always be here.
Beijos
J - I'm so sorry that I've been a bit "absent." I've come by reading & haven't commented. I've got an issue with one of my hands, so typing is one of my least favorite things to do. Hard when reading is one of my most favorite, and "talking" through typing a close second.
Apologies are not necessary, nor are thanks. We love you and your spirit, no matter its condition. Does that translate well? We are the sum of our parts, and some of them are happy (warm sunshine on your face), some of the are sad/mad (why, why, why?), well you get the point. Some posts will, of course, be difficult to read and/or write. Some won't. We've signed on for all of it.
"Tainted Love" (aha - a song title!) is what I'll think of it for a while, ok?
xoxo Boulder
(who keeps posting anonymously because some asshat owns "boulder" and isn't using it anymore.... damn-it)
i am grateful you're there, too, a person of passion and compassion in what is sometimes a seriously fucked up world.
Johnny,
I am glad that you didn't take down your site. I would miss you. Your writing is something I, in a greedy sense, need. I love how real and powerfully your images form as I read.
I will still be here if you need me. You have helped me find more a global community and I appreciate it.
Beth
Your writing has created bonds. I'm so glad you decided not to break them now. Whenever you think you can stand it, listen to Ahinoam Nini sing a clip from Uri Sheli. I just listened to it and thought of you (and of Uzi). Warning: have a box of Kleenex handy.
Oh! Lioness, ugly secrets is a part of life. There's always something about us we would give away our right foot and vote Republican (Conservative in my case) for. Ugly secrets, revealed or not are a part of real life.
Yay, you ain't leaving! I'm very glad about, even though I have too much crap to complete. But if you really have to go, I shall understand.
am I the only one who scoffs at your threats? face it, you ain't goin' nowhere. this is virtual sanity, and we are your peeps.
lots of love, neshikot, hibukim,
Oh, yay, you are not leaving us. This is a happy day.
I would miss you so much if you did. And then I would have to fly to Portugal, kidnap you, drag you back to Minnesota (where it is very cold but not as cold as Canada) and force you to write. And I think there's some sort of law against kidnapping. I think it's even worse if you cross state lines. So just think of how bad it would be if I dragged you across an ocean. Do you want me to go to prison?
Beth tells me to be good. You must keep writing. You know what could happen if I decided to get all power crazy. Mwahahahaha!
Is it weird that I ask you and Beth to keep me using my powers for good? It is, isn't it? Oh, well, I'm a freak. But I love you. In a pure and non-stalker sort of way. So I have some redeeming qualities.
You're never going to talk to me again, are you?
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