AdamSmith

Don't you recognize a compliment when it plops itself down in your lap? (...Actually I already know the answer to that question. Silly of me to have asked. )

I would take charge of R&D for The Time Tunnel, and get it right this time!

We have several. Just -- they are boring!

you have been holding back! Wish I did.

Is it time to take up that traffic-court judge's offer to put yourself back to work?

Mittens & Co. are really taking Unforced Error to new heights. The Obama team must be in such delirium.

You realize how much you owe me for keeping my mouth shut just now.

Is it the weather? Sinuses? Sumpn else?

Is it not too perfect?! Axelrod must be creaming himself. ...ughh.

I mean to say: I think she started out where society was. Then she watched, saw, learned, evolved. One of her close friends in CambrIdge was a woman whose wedding to another woman Julia looked forward to (didn't live to see; the law moved slower than her own physical demise). No pretense, just familial friendship. I wonder the cause of your dislike here.

Are your hemorrhoids acting up?

Got it. All I can say is, by late in life, her actions in socializing with one and all, many of whom of us were unredeemedly queer right out in front of her, she did not express or enact those thoughts. In fact I heard her make some pretty funny cracks about how fags must make some uptight straights get their panties into a bunch. I experienced her as having moved way beyond the remarks that your sources cited. She knew I and my husband were fags, and she could match us one for one on jokes against the homophobe tribe.

La Child??? More than willing to accept the evidence & then condemn. But please present. She was happy to have lots of us flouncing around her, with nary a hint of anythin awry.

I was trying to rattle your cage. To see if you were alive. And to signal that I, after all, am too! Looks like it worked.

Yes.

I am present in this thread in a fairly committed and real way. As I've said elsewhere here, I love you (& your He Who Shall Not Be Named ) to death. And Andre, whom you still must meet. Your rigidities would not like our Latina so we will omit. But, in sum: Yes.

And which is to give her very much the best of it!

Thank you so much. Living for 3 decades in Cambridge, I came to know her a bit from cocktail parties etc. She was so unfailingly modest, curious, outward-looking, wanted to know about YOU in conversation. And it was not an act. Such utter absence of pretense and egotism. Only spent like 4 hours over years directly conversing with or listening to her. Had not thought for a long time how much I miss her being among us.

Remember Kaplan's fucking brilliant Holes & Mello Rolls?!

I profoundly don't. One reason I love Andre so much, and nearly as much this Latina I keep mouthing about, is that they are of a generation that just does not give a flying fuck about orientation. So that view makes complete Nutella of any least kind of differentiation based on sexual and/or gender identity, or choice of identity based on attributes of the desired Other, or etc., etc., etc. It comes down I guess to: Can we get some orgasms from each other? Moochul ideas? Ennythin else? ...Less see whut I can git! AND give. That together being the extremist hotness.

I realize I am vivisecting this with an avidity usually reserved for Paul, Constantine and that rabble. Once I figure out why, I promise to annoy here further. I may have to engage my lesbo Latina hooker as my ad hoc shrinkola in this pursuit. She, being Catholic by upbringing, might could shed light. Or something. Come to think, Andre is Catholic too. Pilgrimage to Puerta Vallarta?! ...awaiting only marcanthony's auto-reply!

Passing of this bitch continues to strike me as a good thing. Rereading her effluvia, which as a good obsessive one has done, I still conclude she was a Bad Thing for the collective consciousness. Apologetics praising what she contributed to feminism are weak-minded and/or not observant of the evidentiary objects. She promulgated and reinforced the notion that only from the stance of victimhood can vengeance be taken on the other sex. (And that it needs to be!) Only too true -- once you swallow the components of that construct. Which she sold with conviction worthy of L. Ron Hubbard. (I.e. -- got rich doing!)

Right on. He reminds instead of one of those little wooden stick figures sold in A.C. Moore and other "crafts" (creepiness worth an essay all its own at some later juncture) shops, for housewives pursuing self-improvement "life-drawing" courses, except they cannot quite afford the "life" part. ...If they only guessed what we spend on same! Or similar.

...Somewhat as when we lost the consoling avuncular presence of J. Edgar Hoover, say? Sorry. When I get on a hobbyhorse, you will have to forebear with me. Or ignore till my kidneys and liver wash it out. ...as on the generous terrace!

License rights (so to speak ) being so damn expensive! ...I so owe u a brunch where I can pick ur brains before either of us knows wot is going on. TY is welcome too of cuss. But on yer travel nickel! I will gladly pay fur his eggs n grits.