Missing Out


My sister took this photo at the family house up in Mendocino this weekend – I totally missed out!! Trips up the Mendocino are always the best. Surrounded by beauty, away from sirens, stupid drivers, phones ringing, and neighbors screaming. There USED to be a gorgeous view of the Pacific, but SOMEONE decided to build a house there. The silence at night is deafening, but it’s what I crave when I’m in the city or in suburbia. Creepiness factor: the pitch black night staring at me through the windows of whatever bedroom I sleep in and reminds of that movie with Liv Tyler…The Strangers. You know the one, with the group of psychos that kills for fun. OK, so I have not watched it, but still it’s scary! Imagine being in the middle of a forest and anxiety is like a flurry when all you can think about is “When will I see a face in the window?” Haha, yes my imagination runs wild. It happens when you’re surrounded by beauty. You just can’t NOT think about fun and crazy things.

Reasons Why Living in San Francisco Kicks Ass

1) I drive by PACBELL (can’t call it anything BUT that) Park every day on my way home.

2) The view of the Bay Bridge, Treasure Island and Alcatraz remind me how lucky I am to live in such a great area.

3) Driving through China Town to see grandfathers with no teeth walking their granddaughters home from school 😉

4) Seeing trolleys dragged by tow trucks…

5) Living right next to a liquor store and a wine bar/café.

***the list will continue…

The Sky Is Burping


I was graciously woken up at 4:15 AM to the beautiful sounds of thunder rolling through the sky…I’ve been waiting for this soo long, and I just wish that rain was here to accompany it. Living in California, this doesn’t last long and every moment is so damn special. I’m lying in the dark, anxiously awaiting each burst of light to hear the beautiful sounds of the sky…

I left my heart in San Francisco…

Today is another sad day in my life.

Just because I prefer men does not make me a better person than my friends who prefer persons of the same sex. I honestly cannot believe that we are stuck with people who have such antiquated points of view and can’t see past their own noses, PINOCCHIO!!!

I cried the day I saw men and men, and women and women marrying. Last year at Gay Pride in San Francisco, I witnessed HUNDREDS of couples getting married, with family in tow and making history. That day they started a new life for themselves, and were able to share their love with their family and with the world. Tears could not be stopped from falling down my face. All the love that was felt that day was so overwhelming and I would never want to give up having experienced that.

To all of the people that voted YES on Prop 8, I ask you this: Do you have slaves on your plantation? Do you attend WHITE ONLY or BLACK ONLY schools and churches and grocery stores? Do you believe that there are people in this world that are sub-human? Is the golden rule thrown out the window just because YOU feel uncomfortable?

I am NOT religious. I love the human race. We are all beautiful creatures, and I do not believe that we should be treated any differently just because the colour of our skin may be different or we love someone who has the same private parts as we do. There are a lot of people in my life that do not share the same opinion about this as I do, and I struggle with it a lot. I love them despite their faults, I mean, their own opinions.

My friends are AMAZING people, and I do not like seeing them get hurt. They love who they love and there is nothing you can do about it. TRUST ME. If we have survived marital discrimination for the past 60 years because of the colour of someone’s skin, why can’t we allow people to marry whatever gender they choose?

How come 18,000 people who were married in California can remain married, but my friends can’t get married tomorrow? I don’t think a lot of you who voted for prop 8 realize how much pain you have caused. Not only for HOMOSEXUALS but their HETEROSEXUAL family and friends.

So I beg of you. Think about how you would feel if someone told you that you could not marry your fiancĂ© or fiancĂ©e just because he or she was Christian. Or Republican. Or from Arkansas. (no offense to any Christians/Republicans/people from Arkansas, really) Do you see how ridiculous that sounds when you say that out loud? “I’m sorry, I can’t marry you because you’re a Christian Republican from Arkansas.” CRAZY, right???

We are all born human, we are all born equal.