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Pink Coloured Glasses: Cunning Lingus
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Friday, June 20, 2008. The written exam was a mind boggling non-stop four hours, that's two hundred and fourty minutes, that's a sixth of an entire day! In preparation for such a long exam, an inordinate amount of time went into planning my exam menu. Along with the other contestants, competitors, compatriots, condemned (what is the collective noun for the potential vic-tims/ vic-tors held captive in these circumstances? Posted by pink coloured glasses. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Left-leaning le...
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Pink Coloured Glasses: February 2008
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Wednesday, February 27, 2008. Conversation with lover over breakfast this morning. Lover: "Last night I had a dream that I was carrying a roast chicken.". And it was a hot tasty little chicken and I had it in my bare hands". Mind frantically racing to recall Freudian dream interpretation, while scanning the room for a dream dictionary. Cooking. A bird, what can that mean? I wonder, suddenly interested as lover rarely treats me to snippets from her subconscious like this.). Lover: "And then I woke up.".
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Pink Coloured Glasses: Pillow waffle
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Sunday, June 22, 2008. I have often been accused of being both verbose and somewhat tangential, of striking off on my very own train of thought. Everyone likes to think that such verbosity is more a sporadic affliction than particularly pervasive or insiduous. Apparently not. I broke off to fumble for some sort of accrouement on the bedside table and in doing so lost sight of my point (lingistically rather than phallically speaking). I asked lover bewildered for a moment. Posted by pink coloured glasses.
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Pink Coloured Glasses: Pen Envy
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Thursday, July 24, 2008. There is no limit to the number of tools in a relationship. Lover and I (well spouse now I am glad to say) were sat besides each other today writing: she, scribbling in earnest, me tapping away when I broke off and groped beside me for my pen. Said pen (one day old may I add) had wandered over to lover's side of the desk, I blamed a breeze or a hitherto undiscovered laws of physics (lateral gravity perhaps) and "reacquired it". Posted by pink coloured glasses. My Dyke Blog Fix.
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Pink Coloured Glasses: Strap-ons...with knobs on
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Friday, August 1, 2008. Strap-ons.with knobs on. In true Sapphic fashion, spouse and I were browsing in a large electrical DIY store lately. We were deliberating over men's watches (the type with so many knobs dials you never quite figure out their purpose). As any self-respecting lesbian will know, there's a lot to weigh up when choosing any kind of strap-on. As a life philosophy rather than fictional detective strategy.). Wellit might go down2 on you.". Lover (quick as a flash):. Well if it does that t...
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Pink Coloured Glasses: December 2007
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Monday, December 31, 2007. Gingerbread lesbians and cast off stockings. Aside from treats, the bird and the stockings, the only other trapping of tradition is the Queens’ speech (HRH rather than gay male friends). Indeed, in the Queen’s speech on one memorable occasion, she (or should it be She? Posted by pink coloured glasses. Friday, December 28, 2007. Snippet of conversation from the breakfast table between lover and myself, discussing archive footage from Ellen site. Posted by pink coloured glasses.
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Pink Coloured Glasses: Kitchen sink drama
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Thursday, August 7, 2008. I am holding forth on something or other at the same time as trying to bat at a little fruit fly (or Drosophilia melanogaster as it likes to be known on formal occasions). I suddenly fall silent, Lover, well Spouse, is unused to such silences and looks up enquiringly, no doubt wondering whether the issue could be a temporary lapse in her own hearing (rather like an ipod going down.has the song stopped abruptly or is it the earphones? I just swallowed a fly.". Thanks for the comm...
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Pink Coloured Glasses: March 2008
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Thursday, March 20, 2008. Lover and I are now wife and I. We were married last week in Oslo on the same day that the bill for gender neutral marriage went through. Posted by pink coloured glasses. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Subscribe in a reader. Left-leaning lesbian view of the world and its details. Covering the colour spectrum from pink to green issues: from dyke culture and the gay scene, gay marriage to sustainable travel, organic food and renewable energy. View my complete profile. My Dyke Blog Fix.
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Pink Coloured Glasses: August 2008
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Thursday, August 7, 2008. I am holding forth on something or other at the same time as trying to bat at a little fruit fly (or Drosophilia melanogaster as it likes to be known on formal occasions). I suddenly fall silent, Lover, well Spouse, is unused to such silences and looks up enquiringly, no doubt wondering whether the issue could be a temporary lapse in her own hearing (rather like an ipod going down.has the song stopped abruptly or is it the earphones? I just swallowed a fly.". Lover (well, spouse...
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Pink Coloured Glasses: July 2008
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Thursday, July 24, 2008. There is no limit to the number of tools in a relationship. Lover and I (well spouse now I am glad to say) were sat besides each other today writing: she, scribbling in earnest, me tapping away when I broke off and groped beside me for my pen. Said pen (one day old may I add) had wandered over to lover's side of the desk, I blamed a breeze or a hitherto undiscovered laws of physics (lateral gravity perhaps) and "reacquired it". Posted by pink coloured glasses. My Dyke Blog Fix.
