Moving, Moving: This Dyke is Packin' Up
This blog will no longer be updated. I've decided to focus my attention on the SistersTalk blog.

After a friend suggested I try my hand at political commentary, I thought she might be right. I just don't want to use Tripod to do it.

Thanks for visiting and see ya at SistersTalk: straight-from-the-hip lesbian bitchin'.

Parenting Lesbian Mama Style
The other day I found a really long curly grey strand of hair while brushing my hair. I was so proud to see it I wanted to keep it. I'm only 31, so I know where the grey hair is coming from. Kids! Well, my 2 kids because I don't do much dealing with other people's children.

If it's not the lost bus pass (which is ALWAYS lost), then it's the sibling bickering. If it's not the sibling bickering, it's all the things I have to deal with when it comes to the public school my oldest attends (so far, I've yet to meet anyone there I really respect).

So today, I'm discussing dish-duty with my children. Wow, parenting really has evolved. My mother never discussed anything with me. The dishes were done after we ate or your ass was hurtin' for days.

My oldest was upset about having to do dishes -- again: "I did dishes 3 times this week," he said. So, I took the opportunity to provide a little math lesson. I asked him how many days a week does he eat. He replied with "7." I asked him how many times in a day does he eat. He replied with "3."
So, we did a little math and he came up with the number 21. He eats 21 times, at least, in a week, but does dishes only 3 times a week? I see a problem here. I threw in the dish rag and told him, "Boy, do some damn dishes."

He's finished with the dishes and back in his room playing his Gameboy SP. I'm sure we'll have more dish-duty discussions. And laundy-folding discussions. And bathroom cleaning discussions.

On Being a Bipolar Lesbian
No, I didn't say bisexual lesbian, I said bipolar lesbian. Don't get too excited guys.

I just walked into my office and it's a mess. That's not unusual because I live in here. But to notice that it's a mess is unusual for me. I always have a need to clean when I'm thinking, reflecting, clearing my head. . . So, I cleaned my office (again), just enough to get to my laptop without spilling my tea on it.

I've been very busy lately working on my new lesbian website, lesbin news blog, and lesbian discussion board. I started all these projects when my business website was hacked into and taken down. Instead of sitting around and doing nothing (or taking a much needed vacation), while I transfered to a new host and redesign the site, I started SistersTalk.com. And that brings me to the topic of today's post: being a bipolar lesbian.

The disease is complicated because what one bipolar person goes through may not be the same as what another bipolar person goes through. I'm in a mild manic stage right now: decreased need for sleep, feeling on top of the world, hyperactivity, elated mood (followed by periods of irritability). I've taken this energy and started a new website -- working some crazy hours, and often going days without sleeping. The result: a pretty decent website, but that's not necessarily a good thing because of the process that got me there. My psych doctor (a beautiful Indian woman who is always in her native dress) would be really worried about me if she knew I was going days without sleep. I haven't been talking to any of my friends. All I do is work, work, work. Which isn't any different from the way I am when I'm not cycling (that's what I call it when my mood changes too frequently), except I do get more sleep and I'm not as hyper and irritable.

Prejudices: you tell people you're bipolar and images of "Single White Female" come to mind. Trust me, I'm the last person to stalk a lover or someone I have a crush on. For me, being bipolar means you can't tell when the bitch in me is being bitchy because it's just who I am, or the bitch is there because I'm not feeling myself. There's definitely a difference in the degree and level of bitchiness when I'm in a manic state, but people who don't know me wouldn't know the difference.

The exhusband: He's taken to describing me as "the bipolar lesbian" in this really demeaning way to our children. And that's when my gloves came off and I wanted them to know that Dear Christian Daddy-fucked-prostitutes-in-South-America, screwed-17-year-old-kids-and-blew-his-Navy-career, and "ouch I have a hernia"-so-don't-send-me-to-Iraq shouldn't be judging anybody. Just because I'm certified crazy doesn't mean that he's not really a jackass. My language wasn't as colorful when I talked to them, but DAMN I wish it could've been.

My friends: they're worried about me. Rightfully so. I don't answer the phone. I'm not returning phone calls, and I'm not leaving the house to do anything other than what's necessary. They should be used to this behavior by now and know that it will pass.

Others: "Danni" says hi on occassion and I get to talk to her at length sometimes, but I get the feeling that if we're not on the same page, "Danni" gets bored with me quickly. That's ok though. She's at a different place in her life and I really don't want to get caught up in someone/something that will eventually cause me emotional harm.

Chicago: I met a woman from Chicago, I'll call her "Chicago" (so creative, eh?). She seems very pleasant and easy to talk to. But why wouldn't she be, she's a Social Worker. Talking with her last night was very nice. I even got to flirt a little. I twisted her arm into asking for my number. Ha! Will she use it though, is the question.

Gina: my best friend. I love her. She moved to Chicago to be with her girlfriend. I miss talking to her too, but she has her life and her own things to deal with. I hate burdening her with my stuff. Perhaps lunch with Gina and "Chicago" is in order sometime. I could use some time away from this messy office.

Safe Sex for Lesbians -- Raw Lust Style
Mood:  mischievious
While working on my new lesbian website (my new project until I'm ready to sell it), I came across a website called Fatale Media: Safer Sex for Lesbians, raw lust and passion with a heart. The video looks pretty good. I most definitely have to order a copy. If anybody out there already has a copy, come on over and bring it with you.

SistersTalk.com: When Culture and Lesbians Mix
Mood:  celebratory

SistersTalk.com is a new website created by none other than yours truly. The website should be running within 24 hours, but for a sneak peek of what you will get, you can go ahead and view the lesbian blog that will accompany the new website. The company that will host this website has a blog program that comes with my site, but I haven't had a chance to check it out yet. Maybe I'll transfer that blog to a different page later once I get a look at the blog I've been provided with my new services.

I'm very excited about SistersTalk.com. I look forward to using the lesbian discussion board to meet lots of new and interesting women from all over the globe. I hope to build an extensive lesbian business directory within the next month or so. Oh, and the lesbian sex section should be fun to work on!

If anyone is interested in volunteering to write articles/stories, please contact me.