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[EDIT: Normally I friends-lock just about everything and then filter the hell out of it even beyond that. But Tithenai - on-whom this post rather centers - asked me to unlock it so that she could link to it in her own write-up, so I'm doing so. Behold! Me. Laid bare. ;-) /EDIT]



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Perfect.

Oh, perfect and beautiful.

It was one of those nights where everything sings, everything flows just perfectly.

The open mic list filled up in fifteen minutes flat. There was only one spot left by the time I got through the door, and that was gone within seconds of my actually sitting down. We had FIFTEEN PEOPLE signed up to perform.

We had high school students come with their teacher(s) to perform (one of them, at least, for the very first time). We had local celebrities on the stage and in the audience. We had queer gals and het gals, gals who mentioned their faith and gals who didn’t bother with that stuff. We had gals talking about despair and suicide. Gals reading poetry about being young and being bringers of change. We poems about pregnancy and stories about belonging.

The energy was up and high and glorious.

And Tithenai hadn’t even got on stage yet.


( Squeeing FanGirl is Squeeing! )


Anyway. That’s my story.


I love poetry and want to write something about land-based deities. Or something. Possibly lantern fruit (I’m feeling kind of whimsical, can you tell? ;-)


- TTFN,
- Amazon.