eumelia: (diese religione)
My dear New York siblings, congratulations, it's about fucking time.

My own misgivings about using marriage as a strategy, we shouldn't be treated as second class citizens, the ability to marry is one way to assert humanity on paper.

Big hugs!

Tangential to this, I was driving with my father this afternoon. He's buying a laptop for himself and he took me along as the most tech-savvy person living at home at the moment.

Which is saying something. But hey, I can read commercial laptop specs and make sure no one's pulling the wool over the eyes of an older man who's command of Hebrew frustrates him.

On the way, we started talking about Amy Winehouse and he mentioned that she was Jewish, I said "yep, I know."

And he said, "Not that it's in any way relevant."

I replied saying that I think it is important to have that sort of thing known, because Judaism is more than just a religion and he asked if I'd want to have "Jewish" mentioned as part of my biography.

I said that it should be mentioned somewhere, but not like "Melody [Pond], Jewish". I'd much rather have "Feminist" or "Queer".

I asked him, "Isn't being Jewish important to you? You immigrated here because of that."

To which he grimaced and said: "I hate what the religious have done to this country, it makes me resent the religion."

It made me think, that I must have really freaked my parents out when I was going through my exploration of Neopaganism, which came and went quite a bit for the better part of a decade, but which was laid to rest at some point a couple of years ago, and during my emotional break down after the Second Lebanon War, during which I thought I should get closer to... well... something, G-d seemed like a good choice.

I replied to him, regarding his resentment, that being Jewish is more than religion, it's a history and a sense of connection and the whole spiel.

Regardless, he said unfortunately religion was the reason Israel existed, which I refuted in a way he found both amusing and horrifying, most likely. But that's what happens when Godwin is invoked.

He said religion was one of the biggest disaster to ever happen to humanity.

And I said, "At least I come by my atheism honestly."

And he asked, out of nowhere, "And your heterosexuality?"

I gave him a side-eye, "I come by my non-heterosexuality honestly, too,"

To which he laughed and said I should start dating again, because he wants me to be happy and that he and my Mom reacted badly to my relationship at the time (no shit, Sherlock).

It was gratifying to hear him say, though the timing was slightly bizarre.

Then again, the car is the time to have a heart to heart. No one can escape.

How was your Sunday?!
eumelia: (queer rage)
Israel's Interntional Day Against Homophobia Day website is up - IDAHO Israel (It's all in Hebrew, but it looks pretty). The nice thing about the acronym of IDAHO in Hebrew, which is הבנה - Havanah, is that it spells out the word "Understanding".

I like that.

Getting the launch notice in my email box also got me thinking about a topic I'd been meaning to write about for a while now.

I know that throughout the past year my "queeriosity" tag pretty much exploded. I feel guilty about that.
Not for talking about the queer thing, or for info dumping my perspective on queer issues, but the fact that it took a trauma for me to realise how sheltered and privileged I was (I still am).

When I came out the first time at 15 it was because I was fighting with my mother, god knows about what and I blurted it out. It shut her up, which was the desired effect. She told me not to tell my dad and that I should try the "hetero way before [I] decide something rash" (I will never forget her words).

Five years later I came out again; I was out of the army, I was starting my life after two years of stagnation and I thought it was as good a time as any.
I told my dad as we drove home from work and it was a classic cliché thing, "Daddy, I have something to tell you".
And I did.
His response, after a few moments of quiet (which I thought would last forever, my dad is one those laconic quiet types) said: "Are you seeing a woman at the moment?"
I was single at the time, which is my default state any way, so: "No", I replied.
"Why are you telling me now?"
It stung.
A lot.
Still, at the time I thought that as far as responses go, it could have been worse.

As time went by and I became more vocal about being a queer person, I could see that my parents did their best to ignore this, my sibs didn't seem to really get why I was getting riled up - especially when no one was actually being, you know, intolerant towards me.

Why wasn't I happy with this tolerance? It could have been so much worse. I could have been thrown out on my ear, I could have been told to never mention such horrible things again. I live with my parents, am supported financially by them and will probably not move out until I have finished my studies.

I am not about to confront them about the fact that I feel that their treatment of me and [Southern!Girl] during the year that we were together was severely under par. That I wasn't treated as though our relationship was equal to any of the guys I dated for a couple of months before I met [Southern!Girl].

During the year that were together I was asked time and time again not to introduce [Sothern!Girl] as my girlfriend, but just by name. When I complained I was accused of "not understanding" their point of view.

I read Sarah Schulman's book, the one I mention when I wrote about meeting her, Ties That Bind, in which she coins the term "familial homophobia" and discusses the phenomenon from a very personal and (obviously) political place.
I have so many passages underlined.
I scribbled a lot in that book.

In the book she lays out how familial homophobia operates and how by being a part of the nuclear family structure heterosexual children and relationships are privileged is various and sundry ways.
It is radical in it's assessment.

What does it say about the society that we live in when a 25 year old Israeli bisexual-queer Grrl recognises the experiences of a 51 year old New-Yorker lesbian?
Far too much.
Unlike Ms. Schulman, I was not ostracised out of my family and I am a (hopefully positive) influence on my niece and nephews and hope to be able to teach them and be there for them in ways their parents aren't.
But the feeling of difference is there. Deeply and it's disturbing and it's masked as "not so bad".

That we are tolerated is something to be appreciated.

I'm not a tolerant person, I know this of myself. I'm judgemental and elitist and will argue my point until your ears bleed. I may not let you get a word in edgewise.
Some things, are not an opinion.
Asking us to be "understanding" of how we impose ourselves is so insulting I don't even know how to articulate the hurt I feel when it's asked of me.

I get upset when I mention the marriage of a friend and am asked "Have I found a suitable boy yet?" and when I say "no", am then asked jokingly "I suppose I should ask about a girl" as though my most serious relationship ever was, ya know, a passing fluke.

It may not be as earth shattering as being expelled from the family, being mourned and sat Shivah on as though I had died, but these little daily instances are diminishing, softly dehumanising... plainly and simply wrong.

To get straight people - family and friends - to see it that way can be even more upsetting, because you're forcing the people you love to confront the fact that their behaviour hurts you - and be rebutted by a line that basically says "we love you too, but your existence is difficult for us".

There's more to say. Not now, though.

Happy May Day.
eumelia: (queer)
The Yanks are having a Gay Ole' Time!

Sorry, I couldn't resist.
The Interwebs are very US centric, so I know that the 11th of October is National Coming Out Day and that during Obama's address at the Equality March he promised to revoke Don't Ask, Don't Tell.
He didn't specify when, but meh.

I also read a post that resonated in me so much, my eyes stung up as I read it, you should read it too.

Coming out never ends.
You have to do it over and over and over again.

When I came out to my mother I was 15 and she said "Why don't you try the Hetero way, first" and "Don't tell your father".
I didn't tell my dad until I was 20 and he said "Are you in a relationship with a woman?", I wasn't at the time, "Then why are you telling me this now?".

I don't mean to vilify my parents, but this is such an ordinary reaction it's hardly worth mentioning. Because it doesn't matter that I'm Bi and am thus "gay" whoever I'm with, it only matters when the genitalia of the person I'm fucking is the same as mine.
Then, "I'm making my life more difficult".
As I am responsible for the homophobic reactions I'm forced to endure and yeah, those small insignificant questions are "homophobic" and yeah, I will call you on them.
Hiding behind conservatism, or old-fashioned views, or that a double standard is okay because it's social.

I don't mention my siblings, because they're awesome; despite the fact that one of them thought I said I was queer because I was looking for attention (*grrr*), despite the fact that one of them tried to excuse the police assaulting us at Jerusalem Pride, despite the fact that one of them challenged the oppression of queer identity by comparing it a different one.

I don't mean to vilify them either.

My family, I love them dearly and they love me.

But the assumption, assertion and aggressively enforced enables people, no matter who they are, to doubt my identity and this, of course, holds true for the Queer community as well.
This requires that I assert, "advertise" and repeat "I'm gay/queer/bi/the-label-that-fits-best-at-this-time-and-place".

When I was in the IDF, I was out during my training and more than anything, to the group of about 20 young women that lived together for nearly four months, I was a curiosity at first, but because none of us was fucking while we were on base sex was spoken about as something we miss and not something we do.
At my permanent unit I was not out, except to the Lunch Club, which could have been dubbed the "Bunch of Queers having a two-hour Lunch Club".
It was nice.
But none of us were out in our units.
No doubt, everybody knew.
No confession was made. no questions were asked. That was fine, but until actually spoken about, it is assumed that you are straight.
Even if you are the Dykiest Dyke, The Faggiest Fag and the Omniest Bi.

And it sucks. It forces you to be, for large portions of your life,dishonest by default and purposefully.
"It's provocative having two women together at a wedding".
"Do not introduce her as your girlfriend".
So we didn't slow dance, and you'd have to be pretty slow not to figure it (that we're together) out.

To be "out" is to be provocative.
It's a luxury I felt acutely this year, the freedom of it in certain arenas, it's utter deprivation in others.
That my life.

That's all our lives.
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Remember how yesterday I wrote how Pride went without incidence?

Well, if you read the comments, you'll see that it wasn't 100% without incident.

The night after the march there were parties over the city, including a Dress-Up Gender Blender. Four friends left the club, a bunch of thugs caught sight of them and didn't seem to be able to handle the fact that Transpeople and Lesbians were walking around unashamed.

They began to curse and swear at the Transwoman - shall remain nameless as I do not have her permission to put her name here - who tried to reason with them; they demanded that she "fight like a man".
Her friends came to help, and they were beaten up as well.

A bystander came to their help and got them across the street.

At this time no one is placing any charges with the police. Even if they did, it would be unlikely that any good would come of it.

The Transwoman told a friend of hers that this sort of thing is practically a daily occurrence. That this is nothing special.
I cannot begin to imagine living like that. To be targeted because you do not fit an inmage is a person's mind.
Because the idea of gender variance is such a danger to the patriarchal frame in which we live and so few actually question.

The frisking was far more malicious than I first thought. I heard they were very touchy feely with Transpeople, Butch Dykes and people who came cross-dressed.

I got off lightly. As is generally the case.

I'm so pissed off I am barely coherent.

When I spoke about to my sister, regarding the body search, she said it was to cover their asses. There is covering ones ass and there is assault - and yes, as was commented - that kind of groping and humiliation is assault.
But it is soft and for "our own safety", no one who was there to protect us would ever consider us fair game for some identity policing: "It may be fine for you to march, but your right to exist as human beings is still questioned".

I think that because [Southern!Girl] is the first girl I've dated long enough to introduce to the family as my GF and to be public about it without too many closet issues, it has really brought home all the issues I don't think I've ever had to deal with before.
I've been secure in my Bi identity for years, dating men, however, did make me blind to the politics of such an identity - and only when I began to be Queer - which happened after I was discharged from the IDF - did I also become more politically aware in general.

Getting back to my point.

I remember being asked; what is so special about being gay*?

*The mainstream umbrella term for anyone who is not straight. There is a bit of an issue getting LGBT into mainstream discourse... let's not even talk about the word Queer - that's a whole can of worms.

The assumption of heterosexuality is so strong and so destructive. Not only that, the assumption of what is the right kind of heterosexual, what is normative, creates categories so rigid and so suffocating that people literally die from it.

Homo-les-bi-transphobia is not just the violence that those people had to endure as I wrote above.
It is the double standard placed upon such an identity. The policing of when such an identity is approved of (only inside away from the public).

I was told that being Out as a Mother can also cause problems in the workplace.
Sexism is indeed a problem.
The Mother identity is very much a problematic one for women.
However, being a mother makes you automatically accepted as a (re)producer in society. Being a mother is not an illegitimate identity as an identity - the problem is with public expectations from Mothers.

Gay identity is perceived as a threat to the building blocks of society, because it automatically rejects the heteronormative roles forced upon us from fetushood.

Even by becoming parents, which in Israel helps a lot - because a child is a blessing in breeding centric society like mine - who you are still under threat: "you're a real woman now" to a woman, who may very well be in the middle of transitioning to a man.
Not to mention that the assumption still remains hetero, there must be a father somewhere and there must be a mother somewhere.
And of course... there must be Female Mothers and Male Fathers.

My point.
The point it.
There are places in which we can walk without fear, but only a small percentage of us. We are still stated at, gawked at, whispered about, "who is the man? who is the woman", "you just need a Real Man", "Are you sure?", "It's just a phase", "Must you advertise your sexuality".

All that. It's got to go. Not in a while. Not in a generation maybe two. Pronto.
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I'm really frustrated.

I want to write about what I'm going through, because it's important that this sort of thing not be silenced. However, this is also an internal family thing, to do with my parents and my brother's wedding.
I don't want to vilify anyone.
Because I love everyone in my family, I'm very lucky to have them.

I suppose that's why the situation is so hurtful.
I thought I was safe from Homophobia from the home.

Homophobia isn't a matter of opinion. And it isn't about what other people will think.
It's about believing that there are different standards for people who are involved in same-sex relationships.
It isn't about someone thinking I'm a pervert.
It's about the fact that I'm expected to either be out or be quiet - unless I'm advertising my sexuality of course, which only Queers can do because when it's everyone else (i.e. Heterosexuals) it's okay to hold hands, dance around and basically declare the fact that they are straight.
But that's not advertising.
That's "normal".
I'm sick of normal.
I just want to be.

Wish me luck.
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Mother Unit: "Why didn't you go to the Pride Parade today?"

Moi: "It's too hot" It is, it's something like 35C in the shade and the Parade began at noon... no thanks!.

Mother Unit: "Committed, eh?" /sarcasm

Father Unit (looking away from the exciting Tennis match on TeVi): "Are you trying to tell us something?"

Moi (mental *sigh*): "Huh? What? What are you talking about? I went out on a date with a woman yesterday".

Father Unit: "Oy" and he goes back to the game.

Moi: "What? I thought you wanted me to date".

Father Unit: "I don't mind you dating women, but why not try dating men again".

Mother Unit: "Yes, why do you have to be so exclusive".

Moi (is having a brain meltdown): "You wouldn't say that if I were only dating men!"

Mother Unit (is thinking of what she said): "Yes, funny how that is".

Moi: "Not really".

I think they're dreading the day I date someone long enough that I actually bring them to Friday night supper and such.
I think I'd be worried if my parents were uber supportive of everything I do, I mean, it's nice to know they're a normal hetero-normative middle class married couple who love their daughter enough to be accepting, if not ready to march in the Parade. Then again, I need to be motivated to walk in the Parade, because Dude... the heat!
As it is, the date went quite nicely and I'll be calling her back, so we'll see how it goes.
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Part the first and not to forget that these are the answers to the Meme.

The car I drive

We have one car and it's a Renault Kangoo. It's a gear engine, meaning that during rush hour it is a pain to drive and in my itsy-bitsy country every hour is rush hour.
I enjoy driving alone, but because of my slight paranoia I drive much more carefully when I'm in company than alone and I hate driving while my parents are passengers, it's uncomfortable any way you look at it.

Women, Men and In between
Cut for sex talk and a bit of TMI )
Activism - where I fit in and my thoughts in general

I only began to be really active in the past two years so I'm really trying to find where I feel most comfortable in the huge array of Leftist social activism in Israel, which is as diverse as can be due to the turbulent nature of our little stretch of land.
At this point I consider myself affiliated with feminism, queer pride, anti-oppression, anti-war and anti-occupation, I don't know at this point how to incorporate all of them into action even though my own ideas, ideals and principles include all those things.
So I'm registered to a bunch of email lists that let me know of activities, I'm friends with people who do more than me or are actually members of groups and organizations and they let me know when stuff is happening.

I don't do nearly enough, but I know I do more than a lot of people, so I'm trying to juggle the whole Uni thing as well, which is a bit overwhelming. Not to mention that being active, puts yourself a whole lot more out there and exposed, which this little sheltered child was never exposed to as a child - I mean I knew it happened to other people and I knew that my parents were active in South Africa, but by the time I came along those times were long past (goodbye 70's, hello 80's).

Activism in Israel (like anywhere when you think about it) especially Left activism can, at times, be very divisive; what issue is more important? The Occupation? Women's Rights? Israeli Palestinians Rights? Queer Right? Privatization of public offices and issues?
All these things are a part of the same symptom, which gives the whole "One Struggle" theme a great deal of validity, but on the other hand it ignores the inherent differences and history of each issue and aspect - like at times anti-Occupation actions ignore the fact that when you're affirming one national identity (Palestine) you're calling the cancellation of another (Israel), it just doesn't work that way.
Or the way Queer activism calls for equal rights in marriage when there isn't even civil marriage in Israel... let's get rid of the Rabbanut before we start with specific demands to certain communities.
And all that.

So that's what I think.
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Things are tense as you can probably imagine.
I'm not really good at putting my point across when it comes to things I'm passionate about, there are often times where my chronic foot-in-mouth disease becomes acute.

I always end up sounding so emotional and irrational and blubbery, as though those are bad things and make my arguments thinner. It's bloody irritating that the only times my views are even listened to is when I speak "logically", "unbiased" and "rational".
As though there's anything logical, unbiased and rational in the situation we're living in.

Yep rockets, sieges and disharmony... the balanced way of life. *sigh*

I think I give the impression, or I actually may be, a whole lot more moderate than other activists I'm in touch with.
I'm as anti-Occupation and pro-Human Rights as they come... but I can't deal with hypocrisy.
The hypocrisy of "Anarchists" who fight for the right of National Determination while saying that another kind Nationalism is wrong - "we only fight against the Occupation!" - yes, well that's all very nice isn't it, if your point of view is so narrow you can't see the wide spectrum of where you're standing.
Like I previously mentioned, I believe that since Jews have a homeland, Palestinians deserve the same thing.
Often when I mention this to the more anti-Zionist people I know (my kind of post-Zionism is too moderate for most of them, as I've said) and I ask them what will you do if there is no longer an Israel? Where will you go?
What does that matter? They reply.
A great deal - citizens of the world we all want to be, but to be rootless and disconnected from where we come, to be doomed to become "Wandering Jews" again... that kind of Cosmopolitanism kind of ended in disaster... more than once.

Maybe it's the memory of persecution, maybe it's just a sense of unfairness, but I was born here and this is the only home I know and I want it to be a better place for my Nephews, Niece and my next potential Nephews and Nieces and maybe even potential children.
To just give up and go? To abandon what's been built here, what's been accomplished and what can still be built and accomplished?
That seems like anathema to me.
I won't give up on being Israeli, because I want to have allies and friends (in Palestine and beyond) and not wander loosely in the world with only a memory.

And in a less wolly manner: my brother, that clever guy, if only he wrote his ideas (hint-[ profile] hemlock_sholes-hint).
He has great suggestions for non-violent direct action which would really be constructive if people were made aware of how powerful they could be.
I'll definitely pass those ideas along to people who might actually be able to do something.

I wish I had time to write feminist comic book and sci-fi criticisms like I used to, but all I do now is read my articles for Uni and my News feeds and blogs.
Doesn't let my brain veg in a constructive manner.
eumelia: (queer)
About the whole "Dumbledore is Gay" thing.

It shouldn't matter that Dumbledore was Gay, it doesn't in fact, have any bearing on the Harry Potter plot, because the story isn't about Dumbldore.
What it does have bearing on, is JK Rowling's credibility and integrity as an Author.

For a woman who wrote a seven book story arc in which we encounter allegories and metaphors to real world prejudice, which she has said are "wrong", she doesn't seem to think that ones sexuality is as essential to ones identity as, say... being a Werewolf or a Metamorphmagus? And even is she is trying to say, in a very roundabout way, that ones sexuality has no bearing on who they are when they interact with other people, she makes certain that in the Wizarding world ones Blood Status (Pureblood, Mudblood, Blood Traitor) is very important. That ones Humanity makes them inherently superior to non-Humans (Goblins and House-Elves are inferior, and Werewolves are greatly discriminated against).

It really could be that JKR didn't think sexuality and Dumbeldore's relationships didn't have anything to do with his choices, except you know, she spent a great deal of the seventh book describing in excruciating detail, Dumbledore's childhood, adolescence and the fact that Dumbeldore and Grindlewald were "close friends". JKR, outside the plot and after the fact said in answering a question that Dumbledore was gay and that his love for Grindlewald blinded him and was "tragic" and "unrequited".
The only thing, and I mean it, the only thing JKR needed to do in order to prevent that question from being asked AND giving us the information would be this sentence, somewhere, somehow in Dumbledore's history - "Albus was in love with Gellert, but sadly it was not to be".

Would that have ruined her sales? Perhaps. But I would have appreciated a whole lot more an author.

And the biggest thing that ticks me off. Lupin was read as Gay, Tonks was read as Gay, JKR knew this... so what does she do? She pairs them up and kill them off.

Aaaargh, my fannish frustration known no bounds!

In addition, the genocide in Darfur must be stopped.

וכמו כן, צריך לעצור את רצח העם בדרפור.


Oct. 18th, 2007 11:28 am
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I am a deeply flawed person.
I have weaknesses and traits I'm not particularly proud of.
I am, however, human and these flaws, weaknesses and less-than-positive traits make up the whole person that I am.

At the end of the day, I think I'm a decent person; I don't steal, I straight talk as much as I can, I try to be as honest as I possibly can at all times, I spend time with my family, my friends and by myself, I'm polite and try to improve my character, and so on.

The most important thing we have in this life is our integrity, our wholeness of being.

Alan Moore wrote one of the best speeches about integrity, here's a small bit if it:
"...My mother said I broke her heart. But it was my integrity that was important. Is that so selfish? It sells for so little, but it's all we have left in this place.
It is the very last inch of us.
But in that inch we are free."

-Valerie, V for Vendetta p. 156, by Alan Moore

A bit dramatic, but what would Alan Moore be if not dramatic.

The point is, in order to be free and true and honest with ourselves we will most likely hurt other people, because who we are doesn't always live up to the expectations of other people, in order to do that we'd have to pretend to be something we are not and in the end that causes only more pain.
Putting myself ahead of other people, doesn't make me a bad person, though if that's the moniker that would be given me for my integrity and the decision not to compromise for the sake of something that wasn't doing anyone any good.

So be it.

I know exactly who I am and what I'm worth.

I'm insanely joyful to any other who possesses that knowledge. Gaining that knowledge can be difficult and is often painful and one is likely to lose people over it, but in the end... it is more important to be honest and whole, than give a piece of yourself away one inch at a time.

In addition, the genocide in Darfur must be stopped.

וכמו כן, צריך לעצור את רצח העם בדרפור.
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In relation to this post

I was thinking the other day about fanfiction, I'm generally both a het and slash reader (I find gen bores me due to lack of *ahem* action, but well written and with a little more "regular" action will catch my attention). The subject matter under the cut may convoluted and make little sense )

Hope this wasn't too boring.

In addition, the genocide in Darfur must be stopped.

וכמו כן, צריך לעצור את רצח העם בדרפור.
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Thursday - Sister from Beer Sheva came to visit over the weekend, nice seeing the kids, Mummy didn't have a meltdown so it's all good.

I didn't have a melt down so that's even better.

Friday - Had a dinner party with many family members and then went to see "Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End" - it was hilarious and pretty much rocked. Also Keith Richards was excellent for the two and half minutes he was on screen (he plucked a guitar, *teehee*).

Wanted to see [ profile] tamara_russo this weekend, but the car is never available, hopefully I'll see her this week, since we need to see the end of "House M.D.", plus spend some quality time together.

In addition, the genocide in Darfur must be stopped.

וכמו כן, צריך לעצור את רצח העם בדרפור.
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I bet you're asking yourselves, other than spend too much time on the Internet, what have I been up to?

Or not.

In any event you're going to find out.

Monday was my birthday and I woke up to a huge balloon bouquet my mother arranged for me.
Daddy came home early so we all went to the three of us (Mummy, Daddy and child - me) went to a movie, Next, very enjoyable, plot holes which really couldn't be filled with any power of the imagination... a tad surreal.
We then went to "Black" a very fancy and pretentious burger restaurant, they had the best veggie burger I've ever had.
Oh, and I met up with [ profile] tamara_russo :).

Then came home, Robbie was there, and had chocolate cake (I blew out the candle first).
Tuesday Mummy and I went bra shopping (three new ones baby) and then continued to do nothing.

Wednesday - spent too much time on the Internet (see above).

Today - Mummy and I went out for lunch and am meeting with Tami and Netalie for supper at "Edison" this evening.

Good times.

In addition, the genocide in Darfur must be stopped.

וכמו כן, צריך לעצור את רצח העם בדרפור.
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Went to [ profile] morin's and her mate's housewarming party.
It was very nice, lots of snacks and people and also gratifying seeing how nice and homey the apartment looked, since I had helped [ profile] morin with the moving last week.

It was a strange experience, because helping people move is something I try to avoid, as in like I try to avoid the plague, but it so happened that a week before Robbie (my brother, duh) was moving out of his apartment and I couldn't help him because I still busy with the nanny and editing jobs, as well as a few emotional breakdowny things which had to do with the war so I was not in a supportive mood.
However, when you help others you get good Karma eventually, so later on in life I'm sure my selfishly induced spur of helpfulness will pay itself off.

[ profile] tamara_russo, [ profile] nurint and [ profile] deamonfall were there as well, and I went there together with [ profile] queenmab21.
I drove.
I don't enjoy driving, I see it as such a utilitarian activity, it's very difficult for me to see why so many people view it as a pleasure or leisure activity.

The funny thing that happened was that I wasn't expecting to see Tami yesterday, so when she walked into [ profile] morin's house, I had been holding the kettle for Nurit because we were going to make coffee, and when she walked in I basically abandoned Nurit in order to greet Tami with much gaiety and happiness.

You had to be there, quite funny.

In addition, the genocide in Darfur must be stopped.

וכמו כן, צריך לעצור את רצח העם בדרפור.
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I'm considering getting my username changed to something a little more appropriate to how I feel about myself today and not the first thing that popped into my head when I created this LJ over two and a half years ago (that seems like a long time).

I was thinking of something that incorporates my name, or at least a certain personality trait.

*shrug" We'll see, it's just that [ profile] melody_kitty seems, sorta, I dunno... childish? No not childish... just... not really, "me".

Oh, and [ profile] tamara_russo's birthday was the bomb! So much wonderful food, excellent people and one smokin' birthday girl!

In addition, the genocide in Darfur must be stopped.

וכמו כן, צריך לעצור את רצח העם בדרפור.
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Happy Birthday Tami!

Going to [ profile] tamara_russo's birthday party this evening, there will be people I like, and food I will devour (since it is the lovely birthday girl who is doing the cooking) and there will be much driving done by me.
Which I'm okay with, I just tend to get lost... Hope none of the people I'm taking are changing their minds right about now.
What I'm actually dreading is the parking.
I don't enjoy doing it and there generally isn't much room for it in Holon, especially in a one way street... which is what the majority of cities in Israel are composed of.

In addition, the genocide in Darfur must be stopped.

וכמו כן, צריך לעצור את רצח העם בדרפור.
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- I finished the editing and translation job, but only managed to send it to the boss at around 12:30 (that would be Thursday night, but technically Friday morning). in the morning. Aaaaaargh, bad Internet connection, but, *shrug* at least it is done!

- Woke up late and had a leisurely morning until I met up with Tami ([ profile] tamara_russo) and we bought the tickets for London!!!!!!!! Tori Amos here we come and we'll be heading to Ireland for a couple of weeks as well, finally, my Dream Holiday.

*squeeeeee* I'm so excited!

- We then drove (she drove, I just sat next to her) to her place, where I had entertaining conversation with her family, her dogs and then we watched three episodes of "House" Season 3, all excellent episodes (one of them had a baby, so predictably, I cried like one as well. Tami laughed and pointed and called me "Softie", can't argue with that... she's also going to make fun of me for the rest of my life and try and get me to cry again by reminding me of the episode).

- We watched "Thelma & Louise". Susan and Gina rock so hard it hurts. Ridley Scott is a wonderful director.

- She drove me home, we talked a little (Girl, you gotta relax ;-D) and we said goodbye. We're probably going to be meeting tomorrow in Tel-Aviv.

- I then met up with Kali and Reut, whom I hadn't sen since before Pesach, whew that's a long time and Shimirt, who I was supposed to meet last weekends, but ended up working instead.
It was a good Friday day and night.
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[ profile] queenmab21 rocks my socks.

Thanks girl, you really helped me.

Now I have to go to sleep.
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I didn't go to the annual spring time con “Olamot”, which was a shame, since there were supposed to be awesome “A decade to Buffy” things going on, but visiting sister who I see about one a year trumps “Buffy”.
*shrug8 Just the way it goes.

But I missed out on my semi-annual “Angel is better than Spike” clash with the fankids, I generally get into a discussion of that sort with the younger generation of fans, I consider myself Old-school, seeing as I saw all the episodes on TV before they came to DVD and all that.
I tend to have more philosophical discussions regarding “Buffy” with fellow Old-schoolers, which can also breakdown to “Angel vs Spike”, but with the fankids I always end up feeling old.
Very old.If you're actually interested )

I'd like to expand on the issues that make Angel and Spike different, but not today... also there's so much one can talk about the Greek Tragedy that is Angel and Spike's relationships.
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The Familia Americana went home yesterday and I cried like the cry-baby I am.
It's just so depressing.

On the up side, Winter is over, it's Spring (meaning it's hot like hell, windy, dusty and sandy, at varying intervals) and soon I'll be going from duvet to a summer blanket (to be followed by a peke). I used to think I liked Winter, that is was my favourite Season, but no. I like rain, I do, but I hate the cold! Fuck, do I hate the cold and I'd much rather lie naked on the floor in order to cool off than put on the heater and wrap myself up in five layers of clothes.
I also like the longer days, being an evening person myself, I prefer the evening to come later that way my energy levels last longer.

So I'm happy it's not cold anymore, and Winter doesn't last that long in Israel, in May the weather will stabilize into Very Hot and will go into June-July-August as Hot Like Hell and fun will be had at the beach, wearing spaghetti strap tanks and walking barefoot in the street.

A little Pesach TMI )


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June 2015

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.


-"V for Vendetta"


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