So it's hot enough today for me to wear booty shorts. For the win.
This weekend was what I needed, and essentially functioned as a preview to the summer.
Creating an outside living room (complete with a lamp) drinking 40's and jokingly chanting "the Drag Prom song" at passersby between popping in and out of the PDX filmed by bike festival (aka hipsterfest '09)
Doing a bangup job facilitating the consent workshop, and possibly scraping out institutional space for a culture of consent at Reed.
Queer femme dance party at the Holocene. Apparently I have game. This is a fact that's fairly new to me.
Smoking cigarettes on my friend's porch looking at photo albums, and meeting her 60 year old neighbor who was gardening for his mom, and offered us a joint.
I decided I'm going to buy a camera, and document some of this stuff. Because when I'm old, I want to remember what it was like to make something out of nothing, be sunbaked, and have almost no responsibilities to anyone but myself and the people who I choose to be accountable to.
I also realized that all of my friends are ridiculously hot. And one of the awesome women I'm living with for the next short while had this to say about the summer:
There will be julep production.
Edit: Transcription of a great conversation I just had with Pidge via the interwebs.
Jade: questionablecontent.net./view.php
Jade: i'm looking at this as the model for my entry into queer portland
Pidge: haha
Pidge: amazing
Pidge: "common symptoms include: owning yr hotness, appreciating femmes, hot hot sex, and much avoided yet inevitable bouts of dyke drama"
Jade: haha, i'm down
Pidge: queer femme summer 2009
Jade: le duh
Pidge: le duh, indeed
Creating an outside living room (complete with a lamp) drinking 40's and jokingly chanting "the Drag Prom song" at passersby between popping in and out of the PDX filmed by bike festival (aka hipsterfest '09)
Doing a bangup job facilitating the consent workshop, and possibly scraping out institutional space for a culture of consent at Reed.
Queer femme dance party at the Holocene. Apparently I have game. This is a fact that's fairly new to me.
Smoking cigarettes on my friend's porch looking at photo albums, and meeting her 60 year old neighbor who was gardening for his mom, and offered us a joint.
I decided I'm going to buy a camera, and document some of this stuff. Because when I'm old, I want to remember what it was like to make something out of nothing, be sunbaked, and have almost no responsibilities to anyone but myself and the people who I choose to be accountable to.
I also realized that all of my friends are ridiculously hot. And one of the awesome women I'm living with for the next short while had this to say about the summer:
There will be julep production.
Edit: Transcription of a great conversation I just had with Pidge via the interwebs.
Jade: questionablecontent.net./view.php
Jade: i'm looking at this as the model for my entry into queer portland
Pidge: haha
Pidge: amazing
Pidge: "common symptoms include: owning yr hotness, appreciating femmes, hot hot sex, and much avoided yet inevitable bouts of dyke drama"
Jade: haha, i'm down
Pidge: queer femme summer 2009
Jade: le duh
Pidge: le duh, indeed