Playcentre duty this morning, 5 kids here now, where is the energy for Ultimate going to come from?

Iris posits people with flying cars. Invisible people with invisible flying cars and invisible houses.

'Mummy, let's go out for a grand dinner at a grand restaurant with music playing!' At One Red Dog but the music's quiet.

Iris talked about 'my Playcentre cousins'.

Biopsies and smears all completely clear!

During colposcopy my cervix biopsy wounds had silver nitrate put on; the dark green slimy scab was fine. Yay.

Washing my nose.

The strangest thing is the pause. After filling the nose pipe with water that feels exactly the temperature of my skin and 1/4 tsp of salt, tilting my head winningly and putting the elegant blue ceramic nose pipe to the higher nostril, I wait, wondering where the water is going, whether it's going to work this time, and then just as I'm about to give up and blow my nose again to clear the blockage, it pours out of the other nostril. This is a very bad time to get the giggles.

I'm oh so glad that when I want to, I know how to wash my nose. Today my glands are a little swollen and my sinuses are a little tender and it is just the moment when sometimes, if I catch it right, I can wash it all away.

I'm also glad I don't have to use it every day.

The black cup got an invisible crack today; gushed tea all over the bench from its perfect-seeming side.

Friday night alone with sleeping children and I can't bathe! O Ms. Cervix, the trouble you cause.

Do the police come to Wholly Bagels because of the shape?

Virtuous, I peg in the sunlit morning.

Coming out.

Coming out; lots of brave people do it on October 11, and I meant to, but I wasn't very well.

Should I come out? What as?

I like to wear skirts, which is more usual if one is a woman, and I'd rather re-define woman to include me than be considered a man, despite my more mannish tendencies. Thus I am not transgender.

I have no ex-girlfriends, but that wasn't through a lack of yearning, it was more through lacks of action, guts or reciprocity. I guess about a quarter of my crushes have been on women, and my number of lovers is not statistically significant, yet if my outward behaviour choices were as gay as they have been straight I'd definitely be gay, so I suppose I'm straight-ish enough in action, despite all those fervoured imagined trysts, that my claim to be bi is somewhat tenuous especially by now. Lois McMaster Bujold's good with words, when Aral is described as bisexual to his wife, she replies "Was bisexual, he's monogamous now." I do have a tall dark handsome husband and with the evidence of two pretty-in-pink daughters; it's not a very gay look. So, if I'm straight I'm not very straight but I'm not very bi either.

What I can tell you for sure is that I am a feminist. I take the politics of sexuality and gender seriously; I am very over statements of the form "you know what wo/men are like" and gay jokes, in 10 years time I'll be judging my children's partners on their choice of words and actions rather than their sexes, and I am working for a world where sex and sexual orientation don't matter any more than whether people's earlobes are attached or not (did you know that most people choose long-term partners whose earlobes are the same as their own? I hear they do).

But mostly I've been knitting.

Tee hee! Lol Blacks.
Aww Iris...
Heh LolCat Bible transliteration.
Hmmm throwings of a disc.

Iris asks 'What if the sausages, toilet rolls and hot dogs were all barking at us?'

Iris had the trots last night; every hour or two from 0100. Zombies say 'Coffee'.

Ha hah! 3 weeks later and they're finally all well and out of the house!

Superstitious, I unplug computers in thunderstorms.

My family's down with a computer virus. They get new symptoms when I consider blogging.