Happy Birthday to Me!

Whoo! It’s my birthday today, and I’m forty! Forty and fabulous! I thought it would be traumatic to screech into this culturally-loaded age, but no. It’s great, a no-bullshit, kiss-my-ass-if-you-don’t-like-it brilliant time, and I’m positively glowing. It’s like I’m pregnant with me, which is odd and freaky and true, like there’s this new me who’s been struggling to pop out and now she’s…Well, perhaps I won’t extend that metaphor, but, you know, whoo!

Thank you so much to all the lovelies who sent me emails and LJ notices and the like! You’re so kind, and you’re making my day even more fabulous than before! Now if I could just get someone to write me porn…

Heh. Some things never change.