Skeery Old Poly Ladies|
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Below are the 17 most recent journal entries recorded in
Skeery Old Poly Ladies' LiveJournal:
|Monday, March 28th, 2011|
Oh hi! I've gone back a few times looking for this community but assumed it had been deleted because it wasn't alphabetized under S in my list. Oh. It's under _. ;)
I updated our baby blog
to reflect that we now have an 8-day-old baby. :D
We are so tired, and overjoyed
. One of the best things so far: My mother-in-law told one of her friends, someone I don't know, that she's never known another infant to be born into such a powerful, loving, and accepting community than our own kid.
I always wanted a kid. Now I'm 47, and can't get pregnant. So we did the obvious thing. ;)
|Wednesday, January 16th, 2008|
Can I be skeery too?
Apparently young, un-skeery poly people have their own unique "vibe," but this vibe is fragile and must be protected by warding off all the skeery old people who might crush it with their presence. I am quite sure I want no part of said vibe, and also pretty sure that it does not actually want any part of me. So I'm here to sign up as a skeery-old-poly-lady protegee, if you all will have me. Pretty please?
|Sunday, March 18th, 2007|
Kees is watching the (taped) Formula 1 auto race; HMM snores in the bedroom (I can hear him).
I browse through my journals, see if there are more 'friends' to add that I know from elsewhere
I tracked down here through a quote I found in alt.poly
I have to know who is the man who wrote the lines that makes a friend cry
I found the whole poem
and a certain sadness because I didn't know that man and now will never have a chance to get to know him
Jumping from one link to another I found a couple of 'friends' and now I'm tracking the subscribers of this group and I find some one I share my birthday with: nov. 17, although she's two years sceerier than me (I'm from 56)
Then I find that there's no way of sending her an email or a message, so I thought i'd wave goodbye here!
Good day fellow sopl's. For some of you the weekend is finished, for some it's still going on, but I hope it was and will be a good one for all of us.
|Saturday, December 16th, 2006|
I don't know about you, but I'm skeerier by the month.
|Wednesday, July 26th, 2006|
|Friday, October 14th, 2005|
Can I really be a scary old poly lady if I'm taking my girlfriend to meet my mother this weekend?
|Thursday, September 15th, 2005|
After I stopped using hormonal contraception my love life flourished, right along with my sex drive. Now menopause is nearing, I'm sort of
curious how long this fun part is going to last; how much me and my fun are actually my hormones and my fun; and what will happen when hormones are moving away.
I arrive at this point in life
incredibly ignorant about this. Somehow it never seemed quite applicable to my situation and it never was the first order of business to find this out.
If it's inappropriate to ask, just do your thing to me, but as some of you have already visited menopause and teh land beyond it, I was wondering if you'd have any pointers, wise (or other) words to spare, or perhaps (reading) tips. Current Mood: curious
|Thursday, September 1st, 2005|
That time of the month
I know. Being a sopl I should be over it. But I'm not. Waiting for it to pass. Hoping fot it to be over soon. But no. No luck for this sceery gal.
It makes me rant. I'll keep my mouth shut till this one is over.
|Saturday, August 27th, 2005|
are essential, at least in my world. Right now (summer in NYC), I feel my bag is not completely packed without several handkerchiefs, a flashlight, a bottle of water, and some sort of tool (leatherman/gerber/etc.) Oh, yes, and a fountain pen and paper.
I rather like the idea of being a skeery old poly lady, myself -- of course, that's why I'm here. Too unruly to settle down and let the cute little youngsters represent the community, that's me.
Well... actually, I'm not into representing any communities any more. I just live my life.
(And, because it's semi-relevant, a tribute to my handkerchiefs:http://www.livejournal.com/users/baldanders/28447.html
|Thursday, August 25th, 2005|
s.o.p.l., yah sure, yu betcha!
Skeery Old Poly Lady? Damn right!
Anybody got any suggestions on how to enjoy one's forty-fifth year? Besides indulging in art, literature, frolics of various sorts (especially the ones involving good theatre), and not suffering fools?
So far, I've bought a fringey halter-and-skirt-plus-shawl outfit in copper and red, figured out a truly cool Halloween costume with a friend (or perhaps just ritual garb, if the right rituals come along), gotten into a makeup-wearing phase again and feel dangerously babelicious, and have begun taking better care of myself again with moisturizer and drinking more water. Ideas for what to add would be lovely, thank you.
Oh, and I think we need a S.O.P.L. party somewhere, preferably somewhere where I will be. *grin*
|Wednesday, August 24th, 2005|
Protegé? Lemme check....
It looks as if most of us are down with "skeery," "old" and "poly," but I'm hearing a bit of balking at "lady." So in the grand old tradition of reclaiming the language of the oppressor, I offer a few definitions of "lady" that I can live with:
"Miss Manners cannot think of a more succinct definition of a lady than 'someone who wants to punch another person in the nose, but doesn't.' " - Judith Martin
"The definition of a lady is that she is always busy but she always has time." - Truman Capote
"A lady is one who never shows her underwear unintentionally." - Lillian Day
A lady recognizes that we cannot be defined by our by body parts, nor by the confines of tradition. Ladies recognize the fluidity of gender characteristics, which embraces creativity, nurturance, kindness and peacebuilding, but also includes strength, logic, assertiveness and outrage. A lady can challenge oppressive systems in vibrant, creative, life-affirming, queer-positive, fiercely inclusive and interogative ways." - Ladyfest Guelph
Had to look it up first.
Heck, I am never ever gonna be a lady. Sorry to admit.
Is it OK to go for three out of four? Skeery, Old, Poly...
|Tuesday, August 23rd, 2005|
Following snippy's lead
I don't think I'm skeery, but people sometimes seem to be askeered of me. Some people say it's because I look like I "suffer no fools." (Which may be a nice way of saying I always look like I'm frowning.) Some people say it's because of things I write or the way I write.
I can tell that I'm old, because I look at what people younger than me are wearing and I think "That looked stupid enough the first time around" or "Be careful honey or you'll trip on your pants cuffs."
I can tell that I'm poly because my life is scheduled up to my eyeballs.
I have more trouble with the concept that I'm a lady. As snippy
says, a lady always carries a handkerchief. I often carry a handkerchief, but it's usually tied onto my head to sop up the hot flashes (see "old"), and I'm not sure that's what the etiquette guideline has in mind.