Take me to my city by the Bay.
[eight reasons I'm glad to be back in san francisco]
Being asked in earnestness by the people behind the counter at my coffee shop what I've been up to lately, and upon hearing that I'm attempting to find a yoga studio that fits me best, being given a free pass for a week's worth of yoga classes at the barista's studio.
Soy lattes with brown sugar.
Drinking the comics kool-aid with 
flatbear and isilrandir. I've seen Thor twice and X-Men First Class now. I have so much catching up to do.
All the drag queens and gay men at work demanding stories about my adventures in New Zealand and being re-adopted as one of the resident fag hags.
Being shown the BBC Sherlock miniseries by ribby and being able to turn around and shriek at revid, jou, and latenightarting about it until they consent to re-watching with me.
Going on dates with tiny tattooed tight-jeans guyliner-wearing dirty punk boys who surf and quote Milton, and getting drunk with them in crappy bars on Haight Street.
The San Francisco Giants. Particularly this beautiful thing, even if he is in a bit of a pitching slump right now.
Being able to shriek with rainjewel about everything from baseball to feminism to Assassin's Creed to Green Day to Alkaline Trio and also, butts.
bonus: This gorgeous acoustic cover of This Could Be Love from the upcoming Alkaline Trio album "Damnesia." Fuck, but I am excited to see them next month. (lol, the show they are headlining thursday night is sold out so I will drown my sorrows in wine and Sherlock BBC withjou and latenightarting and revid.)
ETA: putting onleupagus's Social Justice Tights here for a second and linking her most righteous and excellently-worded post, "To Anyone Annoyed By A Woman."
Go. Now. Read it. You won't regret it. ♥
flatbear and isilrandir. I've seen Thor twice and X-Men First Class now. I have so much catching up to do.ribby and being able to turn around and shriek at revid, jou, and latenightarting about it until they consent to re-watching with me. rainjewel about everything from baseball to feminism to Assassin's Creed to Green Day to Alkaline Trio and also, butts. bonus: This gorgeous acoustic cover of This Could Be Love from the upcoming Alkaline Trio album "Damnesia." Fuck, but I am excited to see them next month. (lol, the show they are headlining thursday night is sold out so I will drown my sorrows in wine and Sherlock BBC with
jou and latenightarting and revid.)ETA: putting on
leupagus's Social Justice Tights here for a second and linking her most righteous and excellently-worded post, "To Anyone Annoyed By A Woman."You know when it isn't earned? When you declare "Oh, God, she's so annoying!" when you watch a woman get interviewed for a dance competition, or you watch her on a reality show, or you watch her character on a TV show for five minutes. When the crime she commits is existing in a larger sphere than her own personal life. When the "annoying" part of her is that she talks too much when she's stressed, or she's sleeping with the main character or a hot actor, or when she's wearing a sexy outfit, or when she's earnestly clueless about anything from foreign policy to who was in The Who. When the performer/actress/reality star/singer/politician makes it clear that she wants attention, that she wants your attention, as if that's some kind of character defect. When she tells reporters that she's fucked five hundred guys, and she's proud of it; when she shows off her kids to national television, and she's proud of them; when she's better or worse or different than people expected her to be, and she's not ashamed in the slightest.
Go. Now. Read it. You won't regret it. ♥