Friends

Join us to celebrate the New Year, and the fabulous 2nd year of the Angels of Change Calendar, as we raise funds for this organization working with and supporting trans youth.

We will have a glamorous and fabulous show for you.

Come ready to get a new calendar for the new year, and other items from local vendors for all you late shoppers looking for your last minute gifts. Then, dance the night away.

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I'll be taking pictures!

Cross-posted - yup.

I'm looking for recommendations, with the following limitations:
- Fiction.
- Nothing published before 1990.
- No westerns, no high fantasy (like LOTR).
- No books on bestseller lists or by an author who's had a book on the bestseller lists.
- No books by authors who've published more than 5 books.

In other words, I'm looking for good but somewhat obscure books.

Thanks!

He knew the relationship was doomed the moment she got out of bed and began praying loudly. She was in fact louder than she had been throughout their hour long bout of love making. Well, he thought it had been love making. But as he listened to her at the foot of the bed with her hands clasped together so tightly that her knuckles were white and her eyes clamped shut as she swayed back and forth slowly in her nakedness, he learned that he was wrong.

"Oh dear Lord," she called out so loudly that ne nearly fell out of the bed, "please take us into your loving bosom and forgive us the wanton carnality of our acts in your divine presence. Know, oh mighty God, that it was not my wish to transgress so egriously. I did not wish to indulge in drink and flesh..."

And that's how it went for ten minutes; her espousing to an appearantly angry and bitter god how terribly wicked and evil they both were but oh golly gee, Mr Jesus, I sure hope you'll forgive us. Meanwhile, he slowly crawled deeper into the relative safety and comfort the down comforter his grandmother had made for him and wondered what she'd say about him now.

"...and I certainly did not expect or grant him permission to stick his finger in my ass, Jesus," she said. "And while the sex was fantastic, for that alone you may smite him however you see fit."

"So, you won't be staying for pancakes then?" he said with a sigh.

In a fit of inspiration I wrote these pretty quickly. I would love if some of you amazingly talented people would help me fill in the gaps.


The first poem is about childhood friends reuniting in adulthood. They are "catching up" and the speaker uses the irony of the phrase to detail her experience in the friendship as constantly trying to catch up to her friend. I'm sure it could be longer.



Catching up

Go on ahead.
I’ll meet you,
In a few.
Now, where’s my shoe…
*
Are the laces still tangled up
In the bicycle chain?
Am I wrapped around wheel?
Am I trailing behind?
Was I pushed and rushed to
Catch up?
Was I too slow for you?
I’m coming,
I’m coming,
I’m coming!
*
…I’ll be right there.
*
Growing up on the wall.
Not quite flowering, yet.
It took three extra years
For my body to catch up to yours
Which one of us was the stocky bean
Pod-
With no bumps in sneakers?
*
Here we are.
Right on time.
We are paler people-
Full of color
Full of nostalgia.
We nurse our beer.
We move slow.
We are linked together.
We share pain now.
No need to trip over it.
No need to catch up.
The ties are pulled together.






This one is something I wrote after finding out that a boy I grew up with who was kind of a ladies man is having a baby. I think I like the wording here, but I really want it to be smart and not whiny and bitter or come across as some old lady's curse hah. Any advice?



I hope you have a little girl
Bundled in pink
Pure
And perfect
Unassuming
And darling.
There will come a day,
My oldest friend,
That a young man
With brown eyes will
Catch her fancy
And she will be riveted
In the heart
Boomboomboomboomboom.
And that young boy will
Woo her,
And vanish.
Leaving you to bundle up
And carry off
Her little blue broken pieces
Pure
And perfect
Unassuming
And weeping.


© amt

"It's not that I literally think I’m a faerie. It's just that I feel so different from most people. And this idea of a race living underground in caverns, spending all their days dancing and playing the fiddle and eating flowers and reciting poetry and sharing their dreams, that to me sounds much more real that the way people live in this world, hating and fighting and wanting and hurting."

- Violet and Claire, by Francesca Lia Block

December You’ve got my everything, baby, all tied up with a bow
And I don’t know what to say to get you to get it
Honey, time just goes so slow
Lots of pretty lights all ignited by your smile
But life isn’t a love story because you’re just a child
( more here )

last night was amazing
she thinks i stabbed her in the back
im not losing you again
she hates me no doubt

the girl code did not occur
she says i love you
i loved you first
she says good bye forever

so much drama for this day
she wants me to burn in hell
i still love you and it shall not fade
she says good bye and oh well

i wanted to cry 
she was
i told some lies
she doesnt love me, who does?

my best friends say they do
i think you do
mom does
dad, unfortunately, does

this has been the best day
even if i lost her along the way
i dont know what's gonna happen next
but i hope its with you and no one else 

2 puffs light headed
half gone i cant stand
all gone im gonna puke
i callapsed

you help me walk home
i hold on to my stomach
my mind keeps wondering
i hate this

we get to my house
i eat to calm my stomach
you feel bad
i feel sick

nicotene high i cant stand
real high i'd never be able to handle
getting addicted is not an option
i decide never again

Rusty survival
breathes heavily
and throws up its hands
in capitulation
while needs give way
to endless wants
(reason seems
to be almost extinct,
bleeding in the streets
and on the freeways
burning with effervescence
over its suffering)

I try to think back
to when we were young
and knew that the world
was ours
and the night was a sanctuary
that could not be desecrated
by anything we said
or did
but it seems so meaningless now,
with the light of years illuminating
it seems anything but sacrosanct

So dig
beneath your thoughts,
beneath your heart,
and find some new diamond
to glitter
in imitation of your Sun
(another distraction
for your lonely eyes)

In this frozen river
of melancholy
I mend another broken bone
and send another loose thought home
I bend myself
only to break

It feels like I've been asleep
for too many months
of this year
letting my eyes be pulled shut
by heavy thoughts
and tired inadequacies
(I'm perpetually reluctant,
constantly swept away
by the force
of my own desire)

isolation dissolves
every word I spoke,
still I hunger for something more
than what I have found
but all I seem to see
in the innumerable faces
is echoes and shame,
hidden as best they can

Yet,
I cannot believe this
I find in you
something substantial
and concrete
something that doesn't end
(you gracefully bend towards
then away
from me
like a tree
in the fickle wind)
you are beautifully imperfect
and I don't know what to do
with you

there is reason
to stand tall
and reason
to fall to the earth
in tomorrow
we'll carry on
to a way out
and bury what we're worth
(bury it
beneath the weight
of our own inadequacies)

You don't know me!
Hey!
You don't know me!
Who do you think you are?
Are you me?
Do you think you know me?
You think you know me?
You know me?
You don't know me!

I am he as you are he?
As you are me?
You are me?
You think you are me?
You?  Me?
You think you know me?
You don't know me!

Hey!  You!
I am me.  I am me!
You are not.

Those first few months were definitely the hardest.
     Every night, Liesel would nightmare.
     Her brother's face.
     Staring at the floor.
     She would wake up swimming in her bed, screaming, and drowning in the flood of sheets. On the other side of the room, the bed that was meant for her brother floated boatlike in the darkness. Slowly, with the arrival of consciousness, it sank, seemingly into the floor. This vision didn't help matters, and it would usually be quite a while before the screaming stopped.
     Possibly the only good to come out of these nightmares was that it brought Hans Hubermann, her new papa, into the room, to soothe her, to love her.
     He came in every night and sat with her. The first couple of times, he simply stayed--a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered, "Shhh, I'm here, it's all right." After three weeks, he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness. The girl knew from the outset that Hans Hubermann would always appear midscream, and he would not leave.


* * * A DEFINITION NOT FOUND * * *
IN THE DICTIONARY
Not leaving: an act of trust and love,
often deciphered by children


The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

Untamed
P.C. Cast & Kristin Cast
YA fiction; fantasy
338 pages

Life sucks when your friends are pissed at you.
Just ask Zoey Redbird – she’s become an undisputed expert on suckiness. In one week she has gone from having three boyfriends to having none, and from having a tight-knit group of friends who trusted and supported her, to being an outcast. And the worst part is, she knows it’s her own fault. Speaking of friends, the only two Zoey has left are undead, unMarked, and unable to stop bickering with each other. So who can blame her for befriending the House of Night’s newest transfer student, the majorly hot Olympic archer, James Stark?
Meanwhile, Neferet has declared a war on humans after it appears that the People of the Faith have murdered two vampyres. But Aphrodite’s latest visions show a world completely different from the High Priestess’s promises, a world full of violence, hatred, and darkness, all because of Zoey’s death—and the only way it seems she can prevent it from happening is to make things right with her friends. Zoey knows in her heart that fighting with humans is wrong. But will anyone listen to her? Zoey's adventures at vampyre finishing school take a wild and dangerous turn as loyalties are tested, shocking true intentions come to light, and an ancient evil is awakened in PC and Kristin Cast's spellbinding fourth House of Night novel.

This is probably my least favorite book in the House of Night series so far. It still is a captivating story but I didn't care for the plot line in this one quite as much as the other three. However, it it still very entertaining and I cannot wait t o read the rest of the series! I also just found out that there is going to be a new book released in May! They write these so fast haha!
Books read this year: 50/50--I finally made my GOAL!!!!!!! :)