ihr lieben-
It's mine, I have a new place, a little home, in the sunny part of town, I wrote a check-
I have so much to write about, but it may have to wait until my life stops being chaos.

before I pass out from exhaustion, I can tell you that I saw "The Vagina Monologues" tonight, with two sets of great sisters, one of whom has been battling breast cancer for six years and is going in for another surgery on Monday. (We waited at the Stage Door and she got to meet Eve Ensler, who is much shorter than you would imagine but incredibly personable.) Mostly I think what I loved about the show, which is great, was the older couple in front of me. They had a blast- laughing and hooting and clapping and exchanging little glances from time to time... I think everyone on the friggin' planet should see the show. even if you think you already know everything, you can still learn more. and anything you've heard about vaginas, or women's lives, or abuse, or whatever- you can hear it again.
and remember- 8,000 nerve endings in a clitoris.
more than in your lips, your fingertips, your tongue.
twice as many as in a penis.
by the way.