Its been three days since i have updated this. i am packign to go south for a weekend. Its thanksgiving and it may be the ast time i can see my grandmother. I will hole up in any room that is quiet and either work on the computer or read the tin drum. i really find my extended family nasty, neurotic, and petty. In my house you find a plate , raid the fridge and settle into a corner. There are no places that have rules. I own no coasters ( literally and symboliclly ). The Aunts house i am staying at is a house of order . They have coasters. Every surface of my house has books . We have shelves but they are more often to be found on any availble flat surface. A book that is on there floor gets put away two seconds later.

As well i have a pink mohacian and talk about socialism , they are socreds all the way . There is an imlicit power struggle the minute we walk in the front door . They are the only ones who do not know i am queer.