Slumber

Voices call to me. I hear them from time to time, whispering my name.

I move my lips to answer, but no sound comes. I wonder sometimes if I have lost something in an integration of me into a larger whole. I wonder if I’m ok with that. I don’t have an answer.

There was a time, in the beginning, when there was definite separation. There was a thick wall. Over time, that wall crumbled and eventually fell. There were many reasons for that, some rather complicated, some more mundane and straightforward.

I think there has been a transfer of freedom to speak, from the one hand to the other. Strangely though, like energy in a chemical reaction, not all of that freedom got transferred – some of it escaped into the ether I guess. I wonder if it really is utterly lost, or if it just hasn’t arrived at its destination yet.

Today is UDoJ’s third blogoversary. Things are so different now than they were then. I have changed, my country has changed, the world has changed.

I don’t know if I’ll ever write here again, or if undertones of my voice will emerge in The Boy‘s. I don’t have answers, but I’m smiling warmly that the anniversary of my birth has not passed unnoticed.

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Yes We Can

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Lounging About

So I’m sitting in the lounge at the Science Online 09 conference.

Just so y’know, I’m sitting right next to GrrlScientist. I think I wore Greg Laden out, and he needs a little rest.

You should be jealous.

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Rescued!

The Lilith Quotient. I haz it.

After piecing together a desktop from scavenged parts, much frustration, much swearing, a lesson in customer service to the Microsoft people, more swearing, driver issues, network issues, internet connection issues, more swearing, a threat or two and just a bit more swearing, I have rescued The Lilith Quotient from the depths of the hard drive grave.

I couldn’t have done it without help from our friends from Philly, Diana and Biancs, but I have it.

Now I’m copying a ton of other files, but the novel is safely recovered. I need a drink.

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Crap.

Forgot to renew the custom CSS upgrade.

I dunno, maybe I’ll just pick a different (free) theme.

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To Do

Ok, fixing Part the Second of Lands of Our Fathers is first. You know how sometimes you write something, set it down, come back to it, and say, “oh crap, that’s awful!” ….? Yeah.

Second on the list is an attempt to resurrect the desktop. The Lilith Quotient is on there. I have to have that back. (Yes, I am teh sux for backing up.)

Third, there should be some mud wrestling. Unfortunately, it’s a little chilly (64) and not too muddy. Guess we’ll go shopping instead.

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Lands of our Fathers, Part the First

Ok, this is getting long enough that I’m going to have to break it into chapters.-jb

Carolina del Norte wasn’t such a bad place. If one had to be a prisoner in a foreign kingdom, there were certainly worse kingdoms out there, with much worse rulers. I was free to wander as I chose, within the realm and under guard of course, but free to come and go as I pleased. My only other real restriction was that I was required to appear before him when summoned for whatever reason, at any time of day or night. He didn’t call often during the day, so that was a minor inconvenience for the most part. I slept in his bed, so I didn’t have far to go when he called in the night.

Still, it wasn’t home. No matter how well he treated me, no matter how well he fucked me, I was still a prisoner in the end. Long nights of physical pleasure would never fill the hole drilled in my heart by the memories of my frozen homeland. I was born to rule the hinterland, not the warm shores of the land by the sea.

I was out in the rolling hills of the countryside on the day I heard the news about my father. Having decided to bathe in the fresh, clear water of Lake Destiny, I had dismounted my horse, and was just contemplating whether I could swim to the far shore faster than my guards’ horses could race around when they first noticed the messenger at a full gallop coming over a distant hill.

“I suppose that is a summons to appear at court,” I intoned. “Your liege will just have to wait this day until I’ve finished bathing.” I paused and gave my watchers the customary icy stare, waiting futilely for a moment for them to turn their heads. They were new to my detail, but had apparently been forewarned about me. They stared back, unconcerned with my belligerence. They were definitely better prepared than my last detail was on their first day.

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It’s Coming, Damnit

For those of you keeping track, you know I’ve been doing birthday stories for friends, and a few of you may still be lurking around who realize that today is Mandi‘s birthday.

Her story started out as a short tale, but has been growing uncontrollably.

Apologies for the delay. Sometimes, the stories do what they please and there’s not much I can do about it.

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Pin-up Bloggers!

A dozen of your favorite New York City sex bloggers and sex educators are joining together to support Sex Work Awareness, a non-profit whose mission statement says it all:

We believe that all sex workers have a right to self-determination; to choose how we make a living and what we do with our bodies.

We aim to empower our diverse community by building the capacity of sex worker-serving and sex worker member-based institutions as well as the skills and resources of sex workers themselves.

We also conduct research about sex workers and the sex industry in order to better understand it, develop public education initiatives, and advocate for the rights of sex workers.

The theme is burlesque. The poses will be sexy. And who will be posing? Take a look, below the fold!

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Virtual Vamp

“You’ll have to be more specific, Steph. ‘Danger’ doesn’t really help me here.” I wanted to give her the best experience I could, really show off the system, but her reticence was beginning to wear on me.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

Crap. I really like Steph, but sometimes she’s a huge pain in my ass. I still had to get Rystefn’s holo done, and that project was taking forever, what with the little free time I had to work on it, and with his um.. needs.

“Steph, it’d just be a lot easier for me, and a lot better for you in the end, if you were just frank. You can go anywhere, do anything, be anyone, if you just tell me what to program…”

“Wait. I can be anyone?”

“Sure, why not? I mean, I can’t make you six feet tall without a ton of work, but the computer can do some minor body adjustments. Want to be blonde? Black hair? 18 years old? Whatever. That stuff’s pretty easy to do.”

“Black hair. I want black hair and forever young. Like a vampire.”

“ah, see now we’re getting somewhere. A vampire I can do. What else?”

“Could you do a little something about..”

I smiled. “Sure Steph. Our little secret. Should be ready by Friday, how’s that? Then you’ll have the whole weekend.”

Steph smiled that all too rare big grin of hers. “See you Friday!”

I called Kate. This was going to be good.

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