Strangechord

What would it be like if everything was just a pleasure? 4 page paper due Monday…writing it would be my pleasure. It would be a pleasure to sweep the floors of my house. I would love to get up early every morning and go for a walk - what a pleasure!

I have just drunk a glass of pinot noir and thus, this occurs as an easy feat. There’s something about red wine that puts me in a cottony mood; like I’m floating instead of walking, like everything would be my pleasure.

This weekend: 1) Write 4 page paper for Sociology. Tentative thesis: How the new welfare system punishes single mothers; 2) write 3-4 paragraphs of notes from Philosophy reading on ontological argument for the existence of God (ho-hum); 3) laundry; 4) perhaps write proposal for foster child publication I’ve been meaning to write for months (I will post here when finished); 5) watch one of the bazillion foreign videos on loan from the library.

By the way, recently viewed “The Times of Harvey Milk” on video. That documentary is so moving and heroic…*sigh*. I’ve concluded after all these years that I am about as big a stand for gay rights as a straight girl can be. I think what drives this is my underlying commitment that all people be free to express themselves as they are (so long as it doesn’t hurt others). I have no moral issue against homosexuality or any expression of consensual sexuality for that matter. No one should live in fear of being authentic.