1) I haven’t been writing here nearly enough, and I miss it. Originally, I had thought I would start every day by writing, but that hasn’t been possible mostly because I’m still too groggy in the morning to sit down and write. And not only that, but a post will often take me an hour or two or three to write up, and once I’ve done that and looked at the clock and find out it’s already 11, I feel guilty that I’ve been sitting around for that long. I haven’t yet gotten to the psychological place where I see this blog as a job, rather than as an indulgence. Last week I figured out that what might help is starting out my mornings with exercise, instead of writing, so that by the time I sit down to write at 9, I’ll have already gotten moving and burned some energy, and I’ll feel more ready to focus on writing. I’m going to try that.

And, gee, this is still boring, isn’t it?

2) I haven’t been getting out and about enough. I’ve been staying pretty occupied at home, it’s true, but no matter how productive I’m being and no matter how much I’m doing that I want to be doing, it still feels unproductive to spend the whole day around the house. I need to get out more. And although I know that intellectually, I have a really hard time putting that passive knowledge into immediate action. The truth is, I’m not quite sure what to do about this. I’ve tried setting specific times to do specific things (“at 2 o’clock I’m going to go up Bernal Hill with my camera”) but often, 2 o’clock comes and I’m engrossed in something else and I think “oh I’ll just do that tomorrow.” Then the end of the day comes, and I feel guilty and frustrated that I didn’t just do it. I’m a creature of inertia, I guess. I tend to just keep moving in the direction I’m already moving. If it keeps going like this, all these vague ideas I’m having about Things I Want To Do This Summer (start a back porch herb garden, climb as many staircases as I can, take free walking tours of the city) are going to wind up in my Not Done pile at the end of the summer. That depresses me. How do I combat this?

I have several things that I’m going to put into effect in the next week, and maybe they’ll help. One is, a friend of mine has reduced summer hours, and has asked if I want to be her “activity buddy” in the afternoons. Not every afternoon, maybe twice a week, but that’s enough that I will feel more active and adventurous. Not to mention social. So we can make plans together and be accountable to each other in keeping them. (Why do I have such a hard time being accountable to myself?)

Another is, I’m going to plan to post here three times a week, on the days that I don’t go to the women’s building — Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. Planning that way makes posting here concrete, something specific to accomplish on those days that I’ll be at home in the mornings. Maybe some days they’ll be short posts, if I’m working on another project that day, or have afternoon plans. But I really want to try to stick to that schedule, and by stating so here, I’m hoping to cultivate that sense of accountability in myself.

And the last thing is, I’d really like to start an exercise routine in the mornings. ML gets up at 6:15 after all, and I’ve been waking up with her. I hate those hours between 7 and 9, when I feel like I’m too sleepy and half-awake to do anything productive, and besides, the streets haven’t woken up yet. (I’m not a morning person, y’all. Although I am remarkably cheerful in the mornings. Just ask ML who, by the way, is totally cranky-pants in the mornings.) But going out for a run or to an early-morning yoga class or even just for a brisk walk would be a good way to start out the day. I’m going to plan to do that on the same days I blog. Three days a week. Should be doable, yeah?

I’m boring myself to tears now. This post sounds a bit melancholy, doesn’t it? No? Yes? I feel a bit melancholy at the moment. It’s 9 o’clock, Tuesday evening, I just had my neighbor for dinner, cooked risotto with green onions and peas. She left half an hour ago, and now I’m all alone. ML is in Baltimore on a business trip. Pathetic, isn’t it? Not being able to look forward to her coming home to me at the end of the day, the day kind of loses its spark. Come back, spark! Come back, ML! I want you here with me.

I know: I’m going to go make cookies. (That’s a really good recipe, by the way.) That’ll give the evening at least *some* spark. ;)

Tomorrow, even though it’s Wednesday, I won’t be posting. I’ve got a full day: waxing in the morning, Frameline volunteering in the afternoon, and then burlesque in the evening (hence waxing in the morning :)). And then Thursday, more Frameline during the day, and then in the evening, she comes back to me. I’m such a sap.

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This post, summer ennui, originally appeared on alphafemme on June 22, 2010.

As it is right now, I do sometimes feel as though we don’t have enough together time. I work a lot of hours, take burlesque classes, volunteer on the crisis hotline, have family obligations once in a while and statistics homework to do, and have various appointments that sometimes inevitably take up evenings and weekends. She, meanwhile, has band practice generally one evening every week and one full day into the night every weekend, plus the occasional late evening at work or evening/weekend appointment. All this PLUS spending time with friends at least weekly means that … we really don’t have that much plain old hangout time. We spend a lot of time together, but it’s often just in that hour before bed when we pop in the latest disc from our Netflix queues, watch for a bit, and then have a quickie before going to sleep. It’s been even tougher lately with her new work schedule, which has her (and thus, often, me) getting up at 6:15am, rather than 7:35 as it used to be — a change which necessitates an earlier bedtime, obviously. But since my work schedule hasn’t changed (yet! ha!), and I’m still getting out of work at 6 or 6:30 on a good day, our evenings have been shortened.

And, to me, it doesn’t feel like enough. To me, it feels like our sex has stopped progressing — we do the tried and true, rather than the new and unknown. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, I realize — hell, we’re still having sex at least 3 times a week, usually 4-5, and it can’t always be new and unknown (nor would I want it to be! familiar is often exactly what I most desire). But it’s at a point now where I do feel like we don’t have the time to spend with each other working on our relationship. The time we spend together gets filled up with having our relationship — watching movies, fucking, cuddling, cooking/eating, giving each other footrubs, talking about our schedules, decompressing after our respective days, sleeping — because those are usually the most pressing wants. We want to relax after work, we really want to hear about each other’s days and all the things going on that are bothering us or exciting us. We want to zone out and watch movies and curl up together just feeling each other’s bodies. And we want to have sex, to connect physically, erotically.

But I think a lot of that stuff is very short-term gratification. It’s what we think we want to do right NOW because NOW I’m tired and want to relax and chat about regular stuff. It’s comfortable, and cozy. But to me, always indulging that immediate sense of relationship laziness starts to take a toll. Sexually, I start to feel like many of my more elaborate or scarier desires are slipping into the realm of “fantasy,” rather than the realm of “to do this weekend.” Other than sexually, I start to feel like the more we do the same things with our time together, the less able we are to do other things. So maybe this is about spontaneity — making sure we keep infusing the Regular with the New and Exciting. And this spontaneity has to be something that we work on together.

I’m not sure how to start bringing more of an Our Relationship Is a Project that We Work on Together mentality into our routine, especially because (1) we’re both so busy doing our own personal projects that we really love and that really fulfill us, and (2) I think the Project Relationship mentality is more of something I want than something she wants. She, I think, is perfectly happy to just go along the way we’ve been going along. She likes comfort and routine, and doesn’t like feeling like she has to work on yet another thing in her life. I, on the other hand, really like to have relationship check-ins, and to discuss what’s working and what isn’t, figure out how to fix what isn’t and congratulate each other for what is, and to set little goals, and to be intentional about things that we do. In fact I start to feel anxious and unsettled if we don’t do those things. And I know that because that’s not a high priority for her there will always be some give and take on that front. But it’s starting to feel more pressing for me lately.

To bring that back around to my worry about this summer, the worry I have, I guess, is mostly that I’ll have a whole lot more time to devote myself to our Relationship Project than she will (I mean, I’m hoping to write here every day, and oftentimes, even this is, in a way, part of our Relationship Project), and that that will start to build up in me as this tension that isn’t getting resolved because there just isn’t time.

(What’s a good balance, anyway? How can you find the spot between co-dependent and over-committed to other things? Is it better to spend a lot of time on our own things so that we’re whole complete individuals without needing the other to complete us? Or is it better to spend a lot of time on each other, so that we feel unity and affinity? So that these anxieties don’t surface? Clearly I think a balance is necessary, but what is that balance? And at what point do we have to start sacrificing one thing or the other in order to strike it?)

So, I think it’s good that I’ve identified this issue as something that might come up for me this summer. I still have enough time to work on coming up with ways to avoid that surfacing, and strategies for combatting it if it does. Like if I set goals for myself every day, enough to keep my on my toes and sufficiently busy, then that should help. Spending time actively out and about with other people will help, too. And I think I’d like to bring up with her the idea of committing to eat dinner together whenever possible, shutting off all our other projects at least an hour before we go to bed whenever possible, and identifying and scheduling Together time as separate from time we’re together but working on separate things, so that we can make sure we’re staying attentive to each other and our relationship. And I just need to remember, too, that it’s much more of a relationship Want, for me, to be intentionally thinking about this stuff than it is for her, and that that doesn’t mean she doesn’t care about the relationship as much as I do.

Last night, we climbed into bed much later than we’d planned, both tired and already bracing ourselves against the Monday morning alarm clock. We settled into what we call our Sleep Position: big spoon (her) and little spoon (me), her arm wrapped around me. It’s become so much of a habit that I hardly think of it anymore. But last night, after a few moments, she pipes up: “Do you like sleeping like this?” “Yes, baby, I do.” “Why?” “It makes me feel safe, and snug, and warm.” “Okay. Just checking.”

Snug as two bugs in a rug.

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This post, our relationship project, originally appeared on alphafemme on April 12, 2010.

ANyway, I’m excited. SINCE as we all know I love making lists, I’ve already started making lists of things I want to do and goals for this summer. Obviously. I thought I’d share:

• post something here every weekday, like it’s my job (this, so that I will make sure I get out of bed every morning!)
• spend 10-15 hours a week at the rape crisis center I volunteer at — I want to become a part of their Speakers’ Bureau of folks who go around to schools and give presentations on things like Healthy Dating, Sexual Assault, and also co-present with other survivors of rape and sexual assault to offer conversations about sexual violence
• actively think about a plan for starting a small internet business in … you have three guesses … ORGANIZING! yep, I’m actually considering building a small business as an organizing consultant; I love doing organizing other people (and myself, of course), and I could use some extra income as a student. (Does anyone have any experience with self-employment…?)
• take some day trips around Northern California. I want to take advantage of having weekdays off to do things I can’t do working full time. Anyone want to go with me to the Jelly Belly Factory?! Or to the Orr Hot Springs?!
• finish my statistics class
• take free walking tours of San Francisco (like the mural tour, or the tour of secret rooftop gardens, or the labor history tour, or the 1906 earthquake tour…), and make it a goal to climb every (outdoor) set of stairs in the city (there are TONS! SO MANY!)
• take a sewing class — I reeeeeeally want to eventually make my own dresses, especially because I really like dresses in this style or this one, which pattern-wise aren’t all that complicated
• cook a lot, bake a lot, and read a lot

Sound like I’ll be busy enough?

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This post, summer plans, originally appeared on alphafemme on April 12, 2010.

This has also been inspired, though, by my own gradual “coming out” as femme, a process which has been unfolding for the past year and a half or so; with burgeoning self-awareness comes the revealing of a whole realm of possibility regarding what femme can mean, and I’m still (maybe always will be) trying to figuratively pick through and identify what works for me and what doesn’t.

So, for example. Jewelry is not really my thing. It’s not that I dislike it, but rather more that I don’t have strong feelings for it. I don’t get excited by sparkles and shiny things, really, and while I can certainly appreciate a pretty pair of earrings (and do wear them from time to time), I’ve decided that accessorizing with gems’n'things is an aspect of femininity that I’m fine with setting aside (for now, anyway).

Shoes, on the other hand, are a comPLETEly different story. I. LOVE. SHOES. It is an unfortunate love affair, because shoes are not cheap, even if one does one’s best to only buy them when they’re marked down. I’m sorry, but when I pass a gazillion shoe stores every week in my wanderings, how can I not get giddy? In fact, you should be congratulating me that I only own about three dozen pairs. I could easily own hundreds. And the kind of shoes I love are decidedly feminine. Heels, bows, colors, peep-toes, sex-on-stilettos. So there is a characteristic of femininity that I unabashedly own.

There are others, obviously, but there are also many more, I’m know, that I’m still working through. There are a few right off the top of my head that I can think of, and maybe these are even little femme-goals of mine for the near future. Some of them frivolous, others less so:

1) find *my color* of lipstick (you know what I mean, right?)
2) get a tattoo (I’ve got several ideas but need to settle on one and on where) (maybe this will be a separate post soon, because I have oh-so-much to say about tattoos and queer femininity)
3) learn better how to shop thrift stores, because about half my wardrobe is out-dated and I want more skirts, dammit! I now have like three that I wear on a rotating basis.
4) invent a signature cocktail! It will be called The Alphafemme, duh. And it will be fizzy and fruity. That much I can guarantee.
5) get into a regular exercise routine. I want to get back into yoga, which I really miss, and I’m also considering a hip hop dance class.

Those are just five, and there are more, but you see? All of those things, to me, in their different ways, mean femme. What I love is that femme means something totally different for everyone who identifies that way, and femininity can be performed, intentionally or unintentionally, in infinite ways. But I guess what I’m curious about, to bring this back around to my initial question, is: any girl could write the same list I just wrote, and out of the context of this blog, where HI I’M GAY, you wouldn’t know if she were queer. So, are there things that belong specifically to queer femininity? Or at least, do they mean something different as an aspect of queer femininity than they do as an aspect of non-queer femininity?

What is it about femmes that distinguishes our femininity from that of straight women? Whether you think it’s a je ne sais quoi or something very specific, I’d love to hear what you think.

So, the title of this post is misleading, I know. It makes it look like I’m going to NAME what I think are markers of queer femme. But instead, I’m copping out and asking you, because the truth is I don’t know.

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This post, markers of queer femme, originally appeared on alphafemme on January 29, 2010.

But, this year, especially in the knowledge that Christmas will be hard with my family, I do have some goals. I want to try my absolute darndest to make it special. Maybe it’s grasping at straws, but if I actually encourage that childlike excitement by allowing myself to indulge in many of the childishly exciting things, then I’m hoping that this holiday season will be special, and wonderful, and delightful.

Here are my plans:

- Thursday morning, mi’lady and I leave for what our friends have been calling our “Lesbithanksgiving”! We’re renting a tiny little studio cabin on the Russian River a few hours north of here. It has a hot tub. And that’s all we care about. We’re staying two nights, leaving on Saturday, and our plans for the 48 hours we’ll be there include nothing but bathing in the hot tub, sleeping, giving each other massages (we even bought massage oil for the occasion), reading, watching Mad Men, talking, and oh yeah FUCKING. We got a new toy that will get its debut! And we’ve been talking about all the sexy things we want to do to each other for days. After that rejuvenating mini-vacation, away from the stressful obligations of family that are so often present at Thanksgiving (at least in my family), I’ll be golden for embarking on the month of December.

- In the first week of December, mi’lady and I are (hopefully, assuming a certain stressful situation which I won’t bother going into here because it’s boring doesn’t interfere) going to go see Ovo, a Cirque du Soleil show, here in San Francisco. Granted, this isn’t Christmas-themed, but any spectacular show like that is bound to feel festive.

- The following week, we’re going to see the Nutcracker ballet performed by the SF Ballet! I haven’t seen this performed live, ever. As a little girl my sister and I had a video tape of the American Ballet Theatre’s version starring Gelsey Kirkland as Clara (she was one of my favorite dancers, back in the day), and we watched it every year (multiple times!), but I’ve never actually seen it live. I’m really excited about this, and these tickets were quite reasonably priced!

- And THEN, that same week on Friday, mi’lady and I are going to host a holiday party! Last year, when we’d just started dating, she had one at her house, and that was when her best friend walked in on us hooking up. Fun times. This year, we’ll co-host! Maybe even at my house, since it’s cleaner and much homier than her place (my roommate and I are much better decoraters, what can I say), and I’m going to bake lots of cookies and make mulled wine and hot toddies and roasted vegetables and any other ideas for vegetarian holiday party fare? And she’s in charge of the playlist :)

- Sometime in December we’re going to amble up to Union Street for their annual Fantasy of Lights. Lots and lots of pretty lights, candy canes, and general merriment.

- We’re going to watch Christmas movies! We probably won’t have time to watch that many — I mean, how many movies can two busy people actually watch together in one month? — but even if we just get one or two! I really don’t like It’s a Wonderful Life, she really doesn’t like Love, Actually, so any other ideas on Christmas classics? Last year we watched Home Alone, haha. And my favorite, The Snowman:

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Other ideas?

- Just in case this needs to be said again, although I’m sure it doesn’t, I’m going to bake lots of COOKIES!

- AND, I want to decorate. Last year, my roommate and I got a tree! We took it home with us on Muni, since we didn’t have cars. We definitely got some funny looks and smiles. This year, I’m with a new roommate, and our place is way too tiny for a tree. But I’m thinking maybe a wreath, or at the very least some candles and some holly and ivy.

- I’m going to make sure that I have an infinite supply of cookies (have I mentioned that already?), Christmas teas, mulled wine and cider, and Christmas music. Just so that whenever I, or anyone else who’s around, need a good dose of Christmas, I can get it.

Happy Thanksgiving, y’all.

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This post, "It's the most wonderful time of the year", originally appeared on alphafemme on November 24, 2009.