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Ah, I wanted to add a picture of Ramona, but I can't find a good one. Darn! I'll have to mail to that addy on the Big Brother site and tell Jörg that I want to meet his best friend! LOL.

Nah, just kidding!

I think I'll hit the hay now. I'm not tired though. Funny since I only slept about 5 hours last night. But that's more than enough for me. I'll go to bed now, with my beloved Cid by my side and I'll tell him the story of Harry, Fred and George!

So, ladies and germs, I give you... *low, sexy voice* a good night...

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G'day!
I've been having some troubles with my connection here, 'm afraid. Wouldn't let me check my mail. Something which really annoys me. But in the end it worked out and I received the most wonderful feedback to my latest fic I posted. I was still floating an hour afterwards! *smiles*

I just read this quote and I must say, I heartily agree:
My ultimate objective is to help create a society where people no longer define themselves as gay, straight and bisexual. When all three orientations are deemed equally valid and all intolerance is eradicated, there will be no need to differentiate between people of different sexualities. True queer liberation is when nobody cares who's hetero, homo, or bi; when we can love whoever we want - man or woman - without fear of ostracism, prejudice, discrimination or violence. - Peter Tatchell of gay magazine OutRage!

This will truly be a society to strife for. I must admit, I'm getting tired of finding labels and defining (and most of all justifying) myself constantly. When I put on a sticker that says "Proud to be a Lesbian" I get dirty looks because I have a Ewan/Jon-shrine in my room. So what? I don't know or want to think about what I am. I am whatever you say I am. If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? I just love people. Is that bad? No, it's not. I love to refer to myself as gay, but I wouldn't say no to Ewan, if he was ringing at my door. Neither would I say it to Catherine (my beautiful Cat...). I do have a bi identity I'm proud of, I just don't like to phrase it like that. I may be happy bi nature, but I feel like a lesbian nonetheless. In many many ways actually. Sometimes I despise straight men with a passion...

LOL, I confess! I am heterophobe!

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I just had to think of Vincent van Gogh's alleged final words..."La tristesse durera toujours..."

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Oy!

It was bound to happen. Now my beautiful entry about Savage Garden is no more... *sobs* Well, it has moved down to the "Previous 20"-section. But still... it was my master piece regarding format. *sniffs* Well, until next time.

I feel like a bit of ranting now, so beware...

Air Force One was on TV right now. I really, really hate this film. Why? Because it's packed with cheap pathos. Ugh! This is a movie by a German director, Wolfgang Petersen who - just like his country man Roland Emmerich - doesn't seem to be able to do one frigging movie without brown-nosing around the American audience in a way that is so disgusting that I just want to scream every time I think about it.

There we have this very handsome, very heroic American president who, in the face of danger, refuses to leave the plane in order to save his sorry butt, but NO, he stays on board to save his family, staff, the crew, golf equipment, gold hamster and toothbrush, all in one go! Then he dives underground and puts out every single kidnapper, gangsta-style. Single-handedly. And blindfold, of course. Yeah right! And of course there are these neat little American I-love-my-country-kiss-my-ass scenes, like when this selfless jet pilot tossed himself in front of a missile to save his president. *wipes a tear pathetically* I could barf at the thought of it!

And then there's The Patriot by Emmerich. Just like Independence Day before it and in a way Stargate as well, this movie's so packed with American heroes that I can do nothing but weep for the future. Why do only Americans get to save the day, I ask you. And German directors let them! Why??? I am not a fan of the German cinema, oh no. But why do our exile countrymen do everything to conceal the fact of their origin?

It's disgusting, sad and miserable. That's ALL it is.

Thank you.

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And now, ladies and germs, time for a little undirected sexism:All men are created equal. Unfortunately.