tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post8076430671443639016..comments2023-10-31T06:01:21.781-04:00Comments on love,elizabeth: The company we keepElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11889294120616809157noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-81405534953075868252008-01-28T03:14:00.000-05:002008-01-28T03:14:00.000-05:00d-man: And if I weren't married and you weren't ma...d-man: And if I weren't married and you weren't married and gay and living in Idaho.... Well, anyway, thanks, and I'm glad I made you laugh!Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11889294120616809157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-13582853995344289342008-01-28T00:49:00.000-05:002008-01-28T00:49:00.000-05:00Oh Elizabeth, if I were straight I'd ask you to ma...Oh Elizabeth, if I were straight I'd ask you to marry me. <BR/><BR/>"...frigid wasteland of the Ivy Leagues (and the weather sucked too!)" - heheh<BR/><BR/>And the 'screws&nuts' comment made me spit out my drink, dear.<BR/><BR/>And I think you are selling yourself a bit short. If only empathy were enough to describe your accepting attitude. You're just a good egg, sweetie. Plain and simple.D-Manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04593260981057732400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-74120100618324685142008-01-26T23:05:00.000-05:002008-01-26T23:05:00.000-05:00Oh dear one, I wish you could come over for tea. ...Oh dear one, I wish you could come over for tea. I'll email you privately. Love, love, loveElizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11889294120616809157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-21934622259673469912008-01-26T19:55:00.000-05:002008-01-26T19:55:00.000-05:00Sometimes, I still suffer from the bent Super-reac...Sometimes, I still suffer from the bent Super-reactive tentacles of a child who needs to know the shape and texture of their social environment, desperate for a safe handhold. I am happy to report, that it is much better now that I am mostly a mother, profoundly clueless, annoyingly forgetful, less dependent and much less interested in being perfect. It is a good side-effect of what seems a disappointing fall from great ambitions. I am also entrenched/stubborn in my right to do it my own way. This is quite helpful as well. <BR/>I am what I am, and you all are what you are. I am much better at starting there. We'll see how it goes from here. I hope you feel better and your virus expires. We all need you to be well. I do hope you can enjoy your sick break though. Love to each of your chickadees.mumblisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17068646338558302196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-42894986581382862642008-01-26T14:48:00.000-05:002008-01-26T14:48:00.000-05:00mumbliss: one of the odd things I've realized abou...mumbliss: one of the odd things I've realized about myself over the years is that I actually don't notice when I'm the only white/female/straight/liberal/whatever in the room. Maybe because I'm so used to it.... It's not because I'm especially wonderful, it's more that I'm kind of oblivious (remember me in high school and college? Dreamy, flakey, sweetly in need of a clue or three?). I once went to a party with a black friend and, after about an hour, I noticed I was the only white person there. So I ran over to him excitedly,and said, "Hey Terry! Guess what, I'm the only white person here!" He retorted bitterly, "Now you know how I feel." I was taken aback and said, "But Terry, this is how I always feel. That's why it took me so long to notice...." <BR/><BR/> maybe it's just me, or maybe it's a third-culture kid thing. Who knows? But I do think that "third culture" is a term that should include anyone, whatever their background, who feels a great difference (whether hidden because you're gay, or obvious because you're a person of color) from the larger culture.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11889294120616809157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-89972623047997115462008-01-26T13:58:00.000-05:002008-01-26T13:58:00.000-05:00I have had my estrogen ornament times, many in hig...I have had my estrogen ornament times, many in high school because I was the chaperone for my good friend. I didn't want to know too much though. I was squeamish about the details. Also, in my more manic phases, I was a toy myself so it was fun and safe. More often, I found myself with the serious and sincere lesbians. (YIKES, I NEED AIR!) I am more comfortable with the femmes. I do have to stretch a little to embrace the dykey testosterone element, because I have a testosterone love/hate loose wire. Be that as it is. I remember an uncomfortable experience at a party for one of my wonderful creative amazing friends and realized with creeping discomfort that of 50 or so people, that I was the only straight person there. I was not at ease. I was uncomfortable and self-conscious and felt like an outsider. I had to struggle to not hide in my wallflower suit. This happened again when I went to a party at the house of an indian friend and was the only white person. I felt a similar disassociation when I moved to suburbia too, although turning 50 has eased things some. I am what I am.... sort of. I know that I won't be a real grown-up, that I will never have a proper schedule, and that now that the children are almost all out of the house, that the mess is probably mine, and that I may not read all the books about raising healthy, happy, well-adjusted babies, children, sons, and daughters. I will save all the books for my grandchilren so that they can raise healthy, happy children....now, for a box.<BR/>As you know, we share time in the same boat, mixed waters, mixed cultures, mixed media, rules, and secret differences. I am going to look for the book on third culture kids too. thank you e-beth. love to all in your nestmumblisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17068646338558302196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-52492609150088829492008-01-26T02:50:00.000-05:002008-01-26T02:50:00.000-05:00Looking back, I should have realized my best frien...Looking back, I should have realized my best friend was gay. But it never occurred to me that anyone I knew could be gay; all the homosexuals were in San Francisco, riding on floats in gay pride parades with fruit on their head. When my friend showed me "his sister's" copy of Playgirl, I flipped through and saw pretty much what I expected. I thought to myself, what an open-minded individual my friend. I must strive to be more like him. In the end, I guess I did because I came out about a year after he did. I wish he was still here with me.Jefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11543099078178831250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-65288498551956616152008-01-26T01:00:00.000-05:002008-01-26T01:00:00.000-05:00Tater, thanks for dropping by! I'll look forward ...Tater, thanks for dropping by! I'll look forward to having you around.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11889294120616809157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-37222277988402764782008-01-26T00:12:00.000-05:002008-01-26T00:12:00.000-05:00Elizabeth,I keep passing you in the hallway of blo...Elizabeth,<BR/>I keep passing you in the hallway of bloggerdom, and thought it was time for me to stop in and say hello. Excellent post. The feeling of otherness you so richly describe fits me like a well worn shirt, and was always a source of both pain and pride. You have a rich history, one I could almost envy if I wasn't so busy with my own. Love your writing. I'll drop in more often to listen to what you have to tell.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-46754363005761423572008-01-25T09:43:00.001-05:002008-01-25T09:43:00.001-05:00Fags may also comment, of course. ;)Fags may also comment, of course. ;)M. Knoesterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17133347011461421224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-89180213759065784162008-01-25T09:43:00.000-05:002008-01-25T09:43:00.000-05:00Here you goPart 1Part 2I never finished it, but th...Here you go<BR/><A HREF="http://subtle-knife.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-i-joined-beautiful-people-part-1.html" REL="nofollow">Part 1</A><BR/><A HREF="http://subtle-knife.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-i-joined-beautiful-people-part-2.html" REL="nofollow">Part 2</A><BR/><BR/>I never finished it, but there wasn't much more to tell. I just sat in the waiting room... He went inside without me, then we had to wait some more, he went back in and got a shot in the ass and that was it. <BR/><BR/>And here is my <A HREF="http://subtle-knife.blogspot.com/2007/04/eight-levels-of-serious-fag-haggery.html" REL="nofollow">eight levels of fag-haggery</A> post. It seems we have quite a collection of hags here, maybe we should work on it together... Suggestions anyone?M. Knoesterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17133347011461421224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-25500559387185275012008-01-24T16:22:00.000-05:002008-01-24T16:22:00.000-05:00Hat: Hagshakes sounds slightly unsavory, but I'm t...Hat: Hagshakes sounds slightly unsavory, but I'm too slow witted today to think of anything better. I do recall it being more a series of air kisses and outfit compliments. But that was with the boys too....Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11889294120616809157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-49726002973521663522008-01-24T15:00:00.000-05:002008-01-24T15:00:00.000-05:00Ah, the order of the Hag. (begins sequence of secr...Ah, the order of the Hag. (begins sequence of secret handshakes) Hagshakes?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-73556664834578242882008-01-23T19:00:00.000-05:002008-01-23T19:00:00.000-05:00Doralong: Oooh, estrogen accessory! I like that. ...Doralong: Oooh, estrogen accessory! I like that. A bottle of wine and a looong night to get all those stories out. It would be a hoot!<BR/><BR/>Sageweb: re the party behind-the-back whispering, how rude!!! I can see why you hang out with Boy. I'd much rather people say things right to me.<BR/><BR/>S.knife: STD clinic? I'll have to go back and check out that post.<BR/><BR/>Red: I haven't read it, but it sounds perfect for me. I'll order it from the library tonight! Thanks.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11889294120616809157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-71715119986546496212008-01-23T18:35:00.000-05:002008-01-23T18:35:00.000-05:00Elizabeth: Have you read a book called Third Cultu...Elizabeth: Have you read a book called <I>Third Culture Kids</I> by David Pollock and (my friend) Ruth Van Reken? It's all about the cultural imprints that an international upbringing leaves on you. I think you'd find it fascinating. I'm a TCK, <B>and</B> a big 'mo -- no wonder we like each other.Red Sevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10374428870925284956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-34410759050878784622008-01-23T18:34:00.000-05:002008-01-23T18:34:00.000-05:00Alternative lifestyle companion, please.As for swa...Alternative lifestyle companion, please.<BR/><BR/>As for swapping stories, I've already blogged about my experiences standing in line for the STD clinic, in plain view of passers-by, what else is there?M. Knoesterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17133347011461421224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-43843889473323499022008-01-23T16:31:00.000-05:002008-01-23T16:31:00.000-05:00Ha how did they introduce me? THey would just say...Ha how did they introduce me? THey would just say my name but I heard the whispers to her single men friends....But BOY introduces me as Sageweb the lesbian...when you wrote that it cracked me up. He even uses my blogger name. He wonders why he will never meet my parents.sagewebhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06818567803401688931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-64358619587084441972008-01-23T16:30:00.000-05:002008-01-23T16:30:00.000-05:00Boy about Town, that's "Estrogen Accessory", thank...Boy about Town, that's "Estrogen Accessory", thank you very much.. Well, sounds like we had a very similar life once we dropped out Miss Elizabeth. Sometime we'll get a bottle of wine or two and you tell me your SF stories and I'll tell you my NYC tales.Doralonghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08529026755912430796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-32472875996322311842008-01-23T15:22:00.000-05:002008-01-23T15:22:00.000-05:00And when the boyfriends left, the parents did not ...<I>And when the boyfriends left, the parents did not send money or the day was just crap in general that "Hag" was always there!</I><BR/><BR/>My best friend's boyfriend is still not convinced that hag trumps bf. Poor kid.M. Knoesterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17133347011461421224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-55943420705168951252008-01-23T12:40:00.000-05:002008-01-23T12:40:00.000-05:00Boy: You, me, and a bowl of Smart Start! Sounds l...Boy: You, me, and a bowl of Smart Start! Sounds like a lovely morning. When you're done, let's go pick flowers together!<BR/><BR/>I was always the smaller, tasteful model of handbag, kind of like a little black Chanel evening clutch. After all, a good hag never outshines her boy. xoxoElizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11889294120616809157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-23861379243057733452008-01-23T11:57:00.000-05:002008-01-23T11:57:00.000-05:00Elizabeth!This was the best way to wake up! I jus...Elizabeth!<BR/>This was the best way to wake up! I just got outta bed, got some smart start in a bowl, and then sat down and read your blog!! I was always the "keithy" in the story. When I went out to BadLands in the Castro I also had my "Hag" on my arm like some kinda big, tacky handbag! All my life choices were made with my Hag in mind. And when the boyfriends left, the parents did not send money or the day was just crap in general that "Hag" was always there! Does not matter what you call them..Hags, Fruit Fly's, Fairy Queens the point is We Gays Need Them! On behalf of all the fabulous faggy men in the world thanks to you Elizabeth and all the Hags!Boy About Town LBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07977391516686189845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-75068234415511940752008-01-23T10:18:00.000-05:002008-01-23T10:18:00.000-05:00Jason: My pleasure sweetie.Jason: My pleasure sweetie.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11889294120616809157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-43621996264540401892008-01-23T07:42:00.000-05:002008-01-23T07:42:00.000-05:00"but the underpants are less magic and more fabulo..."but the underpants are less magic and more fabulous. "<BR/><BR/>lol<BR/><BR/>Wonderful post, Elizabeth! Thank you.jasonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11116663308431251286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-34559552772879196412008-01-23T01:49:00.000-05:002008-01-23T01:49:00.000-05:00From way over here, across time and the cyber-ethe...From way over here, across time and the cyber-ether, I'd much rather hang out with a nice Texan slacker who believes in the Soul than an academic who implies that she's possibly too good for said slacker. And if my Ivy-league academic husband ever so much as hinted at such a thing, I'd whoop his ass with my granddaddy's large stash of useless Confederate war bonds, my good-ol-boy cousin's NASCAR beer mugs, and my TV remote! (I have a touch of the Southern Slacker gene myself.)<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I agree. Ultimately what cements us to one another is a mystery. But I do think the things that draw us over and over again in certain directions are worth examining. And hanging out with a roomful of me? Eeek!Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11889294120616809157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133147170181934597.post-23159567978953756072008-01-22T15:21:00.000-05:002008-01-22T15:21:00.000-05:00I once had a girlfriend who was baffled as to how ...I once had a girlfriend who was baffled as to how she, an Ivy League New York academic, could have got involved with me, a Texan slacker boy who still believed in the Soul. After a while, she started to explain this by saying, "Ehh, you fall in love with who you fall in love with." I thought that was an astute observation. (Then she left me for a woman.)<BR/> I think the same can be said for the people we choose as our friends. It's not always purely logical, but what are you gonna do, hang out with people just like you?pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14675993483165955805noreply@blogger.com