Ariel Stallings, me, & Andreas Fetz. Ariel's costume was her "opposite self," the Goth (and while she claims that's the Anti-Ariel, I say she makes a HOT goth.) Andreas must have been Ariel's Opposite Self's Husband, equally gothed out (but still looking cherubic...could there be any sweeter-looking goth?) I was a Tim Burton-style ghost, although most people thought I was a dead maid. Fine, I was a dead maid. People kept telling me I looked cute. Not cute, dammit, scary, creepy, spooky!!!
My photos from saturday night's Oracle Gathering "The Other Side" are up at flicr.com: http://www.flickr.com/photos/playapixie/sets/72157594352199825/
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Show us a self-portrait.
In front of the Space Virgins dome at Burning Man 2006, the day we tore down camp.
On the road on our way home from Bagby Hot Springs, where Brannon, Abbey, and I
spent a lovely weekend enjoying the northwest autumn in the outdoors.
Mmmm...hotsprings, fall colors, sunshine, loyal dog, cute boy with a guitar, what
more could a girl want?
What is your earliest memory?
Submitted by Megan.
My oldest clear memory was from the day my sister Joy was born, March 11, 1973. I was 4 years old. I remember standing out in front of the hospital with my brother, either just before or just after we met our new sister, practicing spelling her name by writing the letters J-O-Y in the air with our fingers.
I also remember wanting her to be my baby. That lasted a few weeks, until I got sick of her constant crying and insisted that mom and dad "take her to the baby pound."
Tell us about your first kiss. Who was it with? How old were you?
Three possible stories come to mind, and honestly I'm not sure which was the "first kiss."
When I was in the 4th grade, I had my first boyfriend, my next-door-neighbor, Brian Rassmussen. I recall spending one summer evening holding hands with him while lying on the grass on his family's front lawn. But I don't remember any kissing...kissing, ew! That relationship lasted all of one day.
My friend Jill still likes to remind me of how we would watch Days of Our Lives and practice kissing like they did on TV, but on pillows, or the backs of our hands. I swear I don't remember this, but Jill remembers all kinds of details from our childhood, and is always keen to tell the story.
The most likely first kiss would have been with my first real "boyfriend," Todd Gordon, who I dated for maybe 6 weeks in the 7th or 8th grade (Jill would be able to say which year for sure, and probably which months...she remembers everything...it's like having my own personal historian; she remembers the names and details of my relationships better than I do!) For sure there was kissing in that relationship, even (*gasp*) french kissing. But I honestly don't have any memory at all of that first kiss.
However, I remember in vivid detail the first kiss with my current infatuation :-)
It's a beautiful autumn day in Seattle: crisp, clear, sunny, dry. The leaves are turning yellow and orange and red, and falling to the ground in a sea of heartwarming color. Today the piles of leaves on the ground are dry and light; I kicked through them happily this morning while watching my dog run through them in the park, she and I both romping with joy for the fun of it. It's rare to be able to jump into piles of leaves in Seattle; most of the time it's too wet, and the leaf piles are slimy and slippery. Not today. Today they scatter at my feet as I wade through them.
Do you ever have one of those moments when you pause to appreciate the beauty around you, when you think of your friends and loved ones and smile, when everything feels just right and life is beautiful, and you are overcome with gratitude for just being alive? That's my morning.
Life is so good!
