And How Was Your Weekend?

[A few items after a productive weekend...]

[From Friday...where can one go in San Francisco to listen to a Brazilian dance band and not be surrounded by blond, straight yuppies from the Marina? Certainly not the Elbo Room.]

[From Saturday...ever heard of sugar cream pie? This gelatinous, yet strangely compelling, dessert was served by my lesbian friend from Virginia at her and her girlfriend's (now fiancee's) tree trimming party. She says it's a Southern delicacy made from (basically) sugar and cream poured into a pie crust. It was good.]

[Sunday...ah, Sunday. John and I were able to finish the carpet cleaning project we started on Saturday, and we decided we needed to spend the rest of the day apart. It's not that we fought, but we've gotten to the point that we know when, if we have stare at each other's face for very much longer, we will start to fight. So, I went for a walk in BEAUTIFULLY SUNNY AND WARM San Fran (have to gloat a little to my snowbound readership). I tried unsuccessfully to hook up with some of my other friends, but Sean was working a private party in Sea Cliff, Gary and Mark weren't answering their phone, and I couldn't get Leah to commit to meeting me. (What a surprise.)]

[I ended up back home at about 5:30, and John and I watched the first couple of episodes of "The Sopranos" on DVD. I'd only seen a couple of episodes, so it was good to see the beginning. Baked a big dish of rigatoni dripping with mozzarella and parmesan, made some garlic bread, and we opened a couple of bottles of red wine.]

[I woke up this morning thinking of how the evening ended, and why the promise to obey is still included in wedding vows. I'm learning that one of the privileges of a relationship is having the...I want to say power, but it's not something quite that aggressive. Having the prerogative I guess, to ask your partner to do, or not to do something. In a healthy relationship, the prerogative isn't abused, and the requestee is honestly happy to comply. That dynamic broke down between John and me last night. I'm not going to go into what it was I asked him not to do (no, it wasn't sexual), but I made it very clear that I didn't want him to do a certain thing, and that he did not have my permission. He did it anyway, and it hurt (no, not physically. Sheesh!) He apologized this morning, and it's over.]

[And finally, this morning, the papers are splashed with our national security advisor-designate Condoleezza Rice. Are we looking at the Republican presidential nominee in 2008? Or even the veep nominee in '04 if Cheney's health continues to worsen? I still wouldn't vote for her, not because she looks like a fembot, but because she's a Republican. This issue has come up in San Francisco's local politics: our newly elected, 11-member Board of Supervisors is comfortingly leftist, but happens only to have one Asian (in this very Asian city), two gay men, but no lesbians (ditto) and one black and one woman (who happen to be the same person). People were bemoaning this fact (when previous boards looked more diverse), but the real issue, as far as I'm concerned, is what these people stand for. If Powell and Rice perpetuate the heavy-handed foreign policies of the Reagan and Bush years, it really doesn't matter whether they're black, or that she's female: they're still wrong.]

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