Archive for September, 2009

‘slut’ is a compliment.. where does that lead?

Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009

So.. it occured to me recently that in a society that wasn’t sick and insane, ‘slut’ would be a compliment.. And, actually, I think amongst some circles, it already is.

But.. once you start redefining words that had a negative connotation as being positive, where do you stop? Certainly not with words like ‘whore’. I mean, ‘geek’ has already been reclaimed to be positive – ‘nerd’ I suppose probably is amongst some people although I still have kind of a horror of it. Really, are there any words that are insults, when taken the right way? Is it possible to morph anything insulting that’s been said to me to actually be a compliment?

New track…

Sunday, September 20th, 2009

Further proof that I am, in fact, an asshole.

Sunday, September 20th, 2009

Okay, so I get these assorted conservative email letters – one of the latest ones is about the ACLU fighting a case over prayer in school.

Only, it’s obviously NOT a case over prayer in school – prayer is a internal, mental process, and you should be free to chat with your internal subsystems, or your God, or anyone else you like, inside your head, any time you like. This isn’t something anyone can take away – you can’t stop people from thinking.

What it’s actually, I’m guessing, a case over is that some nutjob wants a ‘official moment of prayer’ I.E. “pray now” which strikes me as kind of coercive and vile. People don’t need to be told when to think what – and telling them they should think of, or think about, a particular thing at a particular time is a ttempt to control them. Of course, I guess that’s what manditory education is all about anyway – which is why I support voluntary education instead of manditory.


I should know better than to write about my political views. They’ll only have changed by the time I next read this anyway.

Why I don’t think ‘polyamorous’ is the right word.

Saturday, September 19th, 2009

Taking the literal meaning of ‘polyamoury’, it means loving many people. But all of us – at least, I would hope all of us – love many, many people, whether or not we express it with physical contact. I can’t imagine how dark and disturbing a life would be that only involved loving one other person – anyway, I feel enormously richer loving the many that I do.

As a side note, here’s a list of people that I love that are currently in my mind – if you are reading this, and you feel like you should be on this list – you probably are *right*, so call me and remind me!

Tavian (aka Ducky)

Jessica (aka Luna)

Amy (aka Bunny)


Vicky (fka Coughdrop, aka TGAW)

Carolyn (fka Magic Mist)


Meira (fka Mindy)

Natalie (fka Nathaniel)

Vinnie (aka Drachen)

Gayle (fka Banshee, Kalika)

Lara (my silly rabbit)

Shepherd (aka Waater, Grei)



James (aka Centauri, Deadman)



other Becky (Stargazer)

Lisa (with the car ;-))

Lisa (ex-sister?)




Phoebe (obviously ;-))



David D. (who I haven’t heard from in so long that I don’t have any guess how I would find him)




Nicka (aka OMCN)

Chris K. (a.k.a. JL a.k.a Curious)







Lisa (of Jane descent)

Andy (who runs marathons)

Cindy (who leads choirs)

Vicky (of FBRS)

Raymond (also of FBRS)

Jorge (my little bro!)

Jennifer (my literal sister)

Kayti (tho it hurts a bit)

I’m sure it’s not a complete list, but you see the point. We’re all polyamorous – I’m *certain* that everyone on that list loves many people (though far from certain that everyone on that list loves me).

I actually at this point suspect there’s a solution to the polysexual problem that the hippies overlooked – which is to meet those you would have as lovers in dreams. This keeps a virtualization layer between them, thusly solving nicely all the jealousy problems. Once I thought that it would just be me fooling myself if I did this – now I am suspecting that we are connected in more ways than the obvious here and now and that it would literally be the other people.

Now to master lucid dreaming.. 😉

I’m creating a dream journal – which will be locked, so you all don’t get to have the fun of watching my initial, probably failed or awkward attempts at it. I’ve bought a multichannel alarm clock and determined when my REM cycles are (I asked my higher power. He nailed it in one try. Go figure.) to interrupt them. I think I know what I’m doing – and if I don’t I’m still a lot less likely to hurt myself with this than with some of the funny chemicals I’ve tried over my life.

I’m not – at all – just doing this for the sex, either. Among other things, I’ve always wanted to be able to fly – without any machine. For that matter, the idea of jamming with Jimmy Buffet, chatting with Spider Robinson, dancing with Madonna, and finally being able to say *anything* to *anyone* without fear of being ground into a little pulp.. let’s just say it has remarkable appeal.

Wish me luck. 😉

Blast from the past..

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

For those of you who remember me in the early 90s, for a while I was with a girl named Vinnie (aka Drachen, or Black Drachen) and I wrote her this song. These are not the original lyrics.. but they seemed to fit now better.

This is sort of a experiment for me – to see if I can get over my fear of posting music with lyrics. We’ll see how it goes – because I’ve got a lot of things to say to a lot of people, and this might be a somewhat theraputic way to say them.

Survivor, The Search Is Over

Monday, September 14th, 2009

How can I convince youWhat you see is realWho am I to blame youFor doubting what you feelI was always reachingYou were just a girl I knewI took for granted the friend I have in youI was living for a dreamLoving for a momentTaking on the worldThat was just my styleNow I look into your eyesI can see foreverThe search is overYou were with me all the whileCan we last forever?Will we fall apart?The times it’s so confusingThe questions of the heartYou followed me through changesand patiently you’d waituntil I came to my senses throughsome miricle of fateI was living for a dreamloving for a momenttaking on the worldthat was just my styleNow I look into your eyesI can see foreverThe search is overYou were with me all the whileNow the miles stretch out behind me loves that I have lostFrom the hearts lie victems of a dayThen good luck it finally struck like lightning from the blueEvery highway’s leading me back to youNow at last I hold youNow all is said and doneThe search has come full circleOur destinies are oneSo you ever loved meShow me that you give a damnWe’ll know for certainThe man I really am(chorus)


Monday, September 14th, 2009

Reading back over my journal from this vantage point is just.. upsetting. It’s all so sad and wrong.. I don’t know whether to delete it, or leave it.. I’m inclined to leave it.. but I may never read past a few weeks ago, because it *HURTS*.For anyone else who was following it, I’m sorry. I really didn’t know.

Good morning..

Monday, September 14th, 2009

So, another day in the life of Sheer. I’m getting better at getting along with myself. The cats are here, being cute. I’m trying to unload old unix workstations & other excess computer gear, and get some work done.

Human religions and bases

Sunday, September 13th, 2009

If Buddhism is base 2 (four noble truths, eightfold path) and Christianity is base 3 (Trinity, 12 disciples) what is base 5?

Feeling excellent

Friday, September 11th, 2009

Still climbing. Passed another milepost.. it read ‘Bhudda Dance’. 😉