As soon as I put up this notice, I will call my favorite spa and schedule a manicure. For Saturday, I should think. The following Saturday, when I am in town, I think I will buy lingerie. While it is true that normally, I buy things like trees, clippers, and ladders, and while I covet Mexican tile, old cypress, and air tickets more than I do clothes, I do also covet clothes, shoes, and manicures.
I bring these things up because someone has gone to the Hedonistic Pleasureseeker’s site and posted a critical and actually, downright mean comment, signing Z and giving my URL. But HAH, they were not logged in as me, so the name “profacero” did not flash up, nor did either of my pictures – my true picture, from my Blogger ID, or my stand-in picture, from my WordPress ID.
I hereby apologize to the Pleasureseeker, and announce to one and all that I am not that easy to impersonate. While it may be confusing to some, I very much doubt that I am the only person who reads Heart on politics, Hedonistic on pleasure, and Belledame for general incisiveness (after all, she has an axe). Ah, yes: a radical feminist opposed to pornography – a straight sensualist – a sex-positive lesbian – my, oh my, how does it all fit together?
Each of these writers is being who they are, and being bright and articulate, and not apologizing for it. None are particularly middle-of-the-road, nor do they place the project of pleasing the whiteman at the center of their lives. That must be the problem. Both of my grandmothers, however, and all of their sisters, said it was the solution.