2004-05-07 - 3:10 p.m.
Summer is coming all too soon in the big city but that’s okay because our window units arrived last Sunday. Last night I cranked up the cool just ‘cause. It’s been a crazy couple of weeks. A regular schedule of ensemble rehearsal, chorus rehearsal, and Gilbert and Sullivan rehearsal. Three days where I come home at 10:00pm. Not fun. I’ve managed to see Baby Lancaster on a regular basis, delivering food to the Lancasters every three days. It’s amazing to see how much they grow. When I first met Baby Lancaster, he was this sleepy blob of a newborn. Already he’s sitting with a bit more control and having all of these funny expressions. I can tell he’s got Lady Lancaster’s lips. I can’t tell however, who else he looks like. He definitely has Lord Lancaster’s coloring with ashy blond hair. Lord Lancaster is actually brown-hair but like so many Caucasian children, started blond (I still don’t understand that). He’s such a sweetie though. Sleepy and easily soothed. He sounds like a creaky door when he cries. It’s funny because being able to spend this much time with a baby confirms that I am so not ready. Once again, love spending time and *I* get a glow out of having a baby in my arms, but I cannot FATHOM having to deal with a person who is completely dependent on me every three hours.
So the FDA decided, against the better judgment of its own advisory panel to not allow Plan B, the emergency contraceptive to be sold over the counter. What a bunch of hooey. I hate them so much. I wish the right wing would just give it the fuck up and say that they just don’t want women to control their own bodies. They don’t care about the fucking science. They just don’t want a effective way to prevent an unplanned pregnancy (and therefore ABORTIONS!) to be readily available. And their argument is one based on the lie that Plan B is somehow this horrible, dangerous drug. It’s not. The RESEARCH shows it’s essentially as safe and most over the counter medications. Of course, these are the same people who keep spread the lie that abortions are this super duper high risk medical procedure that you could die from at the drop of a dime. Actually it is, WHEN ABORTION GETS OUTLAWED and women have to go to back-alley “physicians” to end their pregnancy. Otherwise, legal abortions are safe. So is plan B. There fact and science to back that up.
I just realized that April 24 was the 2nd Anniversary of my online journal. I think about that. I originally wrote that this is the 2nd Anniversary for Verucaamish. But that would be indicating that verucaamish is somehow different from me. As if verucaamish isn’t how I refer to myself online and that verucaamish is an expression of myself. It’s really bizaare that. Having this online name that is both your work (the journal) and your name. I remember during diaryland survivor, one of the contestants wrote about writing styles. She said her writing was an internal one where she was expressing her thoughts but not necessarily interacting with her readers. Obviously, mine is the very opposite of that. I am very much dependent in my conversation with whoever reads this. My online voice is one that is to connect and share with others. I’m not even sure HOW I could write this otherwise.
I love reading the memoirs of mr. Activision’s grandfather. It’s like reading Little House on the Prairie. He spends a lot of time writing about his life on the farm. I wonder if the gay husband of my grandchildren were to read this, what would he think?
