~♫~ Nancy Lorenz ~♫~

Hey all.

So basically, I'm making the switch to Dreamwidth permanently now. It's sad for me, as I've been on here since LJ pretty much started. But given the new user agreement and the anti-LGBTQI crap mixed up in that, I can't in all good conscience keep using this website (though I barely use it anyway).

If you know my real name, that's who I am over on facebook. I'm also logansrogue over at dreamwidth. I will probably keep the two accounts linked, and this journal up, but if anything happens to it, I won't try to bring it back.

The one sad thing about the internet, which it doesn't have on chiselled words on rocks or ink on paper - it can be lost so easily.

Love you all. <3

Addendum: I think LJ deleted my default userpic because it was Xena, and she's GEY.

Does anyone still use LJ? I miss it. I was reading over old posts today, looking at how far I've come since I was assaulted in 2008.

How are you all? Talk to me!

You know you're in love when your partner's wrinkles, which have developed since you've started going out because you've been together for five years, are dead sexy and beautiful and perfect to you. :-P

I am absolutely delighted. The gender was the one I wanted! Not that I would have minded either way, but I had an instinct that it was one gender and I was worried my instinct was wrong. But I was right. :)

I have a video of the ultrasound session. I love watching it. It's about 20 minutes long and I love watching Bubsy wave, and wriggle, and its heartbeat, and its sweet little face in the 3D shots.

I love this baby more than anything I've ever loved in my life. :)

I wish people could see themselves the way I see them.
I wish they knew the hunger to see not perfect faces,
But unique stories on features fresh in my vision.
Curves to cheeks I've never yet encountered,
Eye colours reflecting the myriad hues of simple reality.
I wish they could feel the joy I feel in seeing their smiles,
Or the way they gaze out a window on a train,
Or the gentle expression they give their fussing child.
A warmth grows in my soul at a rosy cheek,
Real and not covered with beauty cream.
A stubbled chin, a wild, hairy brow.
A dimpled knee, an exquisite mop of unruly hair.
And I know if I asked, many of them would suddenly be shamed
At all these things that lift my soul
But are always airbrushed away.
I wish they had the experience of what it is to record these faces,
Etching them deep within a part of the mind
I dip into when I create.
And encyclopaedia of features that I zealously treasure,
Like an OCD dragon on a hoard of gold, not just collecting
But understanding and analysing and knowing,
Glorying in every detail and thanking the Universe for its variety.
I wish they knew. I wish you knew.
I wish you felt what I feel, how glorious you all are.
I wish I could look at myself and be so generous.

ADMIN NOTE: If you happen to go through something like this, please feel free to post about it to. It just happened to me the other day and I know of nobody else that would be as ecstatic about it as other Poirot fans. Sorry if this is spammy!

I am now relaying my experience here in the city of Perth just a few days ago. It was LE AWESOME.

( So, I'm out with a friend... )

( Eps 21-23 )

So. Season one. Some really stupid parts, but a few characters I got hooked onto. On to season 2! :D

To the tune: MUSICAL

Have you ever taken two
cocks into your hole?
Did you want someone to just
To spooge right to your soul?
You don't have to choose!
There's no need to cry!
Polyamory might be for you
It might just change your life!

And that, my friends, is why I should not be allowed to play children's games.

I just watched Ruby Sparks, which really should be marketed as a psychological thriller rather than a comedy or a romantic comedy, of which it was neither. It was disturbing, terrifying, squirm-worthy and I totally hated the writer guy by the end of the movie. He was a self-centred douchebag who suffered from problems entirely of his own creation. I just wanted to hit him repeatedly. His made up girlfriend was everything he didn't deserve.

You know a character you create in a script is loathesome when the ideal girlfriend HE creates for himself dumps him. When you reach that point, you as a writer MUST realise that the character is hateful, and you must look at your story and see it for what it is, not what you want it to be. Yeah, I'm talking to the people that made this film.

Another thought I had while watching this movie is that you really would have to hate yourself to limit your life partner to the ideal person that you think you want. If you asked me what would have been perfect for me, say, five or six years ago, it would have been a very different answer from today.

Anyway, I chuckled and thought that my imagination could never create someone that makes me as happy as Daniel does. He is good for me because he is outside of my mental universe. He challenges me, nurtures me, surprises me. My brain just does not keep up with him, and I love that about him. One minute he can be sitting at the table figuring out harmonic theory. The next he'll be giggling about a dick joke.

This is why I love him, everybody.