Refrigerator poetry

golden hair
flickering light
frantic embrace
soft agony
private whisper
whitely naked
perilous love
murmur farewell
sudden shot
red flower breast

Touch

Kimmie, this morning: "I don't care if it's inappropriate, I need a hug." I told her of course she could have one, and I don't think touch is inappropriate unless it were uninvited or unwelcome. But society has over-sexualized interpersonal touch to the extent that workplace policies now pretty much disallow any touch at all.

And the reaction is fairly internalized, too. Yesterday when Scott stopped by to tell me he had made a database change I requested, he rubbed my shoulders for a few seconds. I couldn't help wondering what that was supposed to mean. Was it a subtle pass at me, or something else? Why does it have to be anything more than a friendly contact? I didn't tell him to stop, or report it to anyone, or do anything at all other than wonder about it. But it felt good and I need and enjoy physical contact with people.

Strawberries

I just went to the grocery store and bought a 2 lb. box of strawberries for lunch. They are delicious. Sweet, red, ripe and juicy.

The Friday Five

1. What flavor donut is your favorite?
Chocolate frosted chocolate cake donut.

2. Are you wearing socks right this instant? What do they look like?
No.

3. What's the temperature where you are?
Too fricking cold. The A/C is running overtime.

4. Pretend you're eating a salad, what kind of dressing does it have?
Honey dijon.

5. White or wheat?
Italian white.

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So what does this actually mean?
( World of Darkness quiz )