Gina

This is the face of someone who just turned over 100 pages of her book in to her advisor.

I am a mix of deeply exhausted & deeply proud. Like, I am so exhausted, I almost typed that I was “a much of deeply exhausted & deeply proud.” Which I guess is also true? Still.

This is me spending the rest of the night NOT DOING ANY DAMN THINGS.

Me in Balmy Alley. Photo by César.

See also: Part of what I love about showing San Francisco Virgins around San Francisco is that I get to re-experience Cool San Francisco Things like it is my first time seeing/doing them, too. :)

Late for the part-tay, but hey, at least my nerves are calmed & I look good?

Also, if my hair did this every day, I’d be so very pleased.

I promised some of you some photos of the union suit that Marlene & Dorian gave me a few days ago. So, here you go! I guess these are not quite on time for Xmas, but we can pretend, yeah? ;)

I feel like posting these pictures of myself on the internets OFFICIALLY takes away any coolness cred I might have accrued over the years. Blah blah blah, I’m a smut writer and a devout pervert and an amateur porn starlet, but also, BEHOLD, MY TENDER SILLY NERDLY UNION-SUITEDNESS.

Adorable & genuine are the new sexy. So there!

The cold weather means it is sparkly sweater time. :)

While I have some pretty deep punkrawk roots*, my alternating between fuchsia or magenta or hot pink or purple hair is a lot more about me being Muppet-y & goofy than it is about me being any sort of hardcore. Honestly, I just really really like bright colors.

*Um. Sorry for the hair pun.

January 2012 in my bedroom. Photo by Ella Quincy for IndiePornRevolution (which I recommend you check out!).

I love my smile in this one.

1. This would be my “It’s 3 days till showtime, I’m still editing my piece, I have a thesis chapter due tomorrow [don’t worry! it is pretty much done except for minor edits!], and I ran out of clean underwear so I actually really need to do laundry before I keep writing” Face.

2. When the laundromat sounds like a nice respite because it forces you to get off the computer, perhaps you have a workahol problem.

3. How does my hair continue to look so good even when I’m underslept and really stressed out and on my last clean outfit? This is the best haircut I have ever gotten, you guys.

I am so fond of this new haircut. And my homemade dye job. And Walgreen’s red lipstick & Sephora glitter eyeliner.

New haircut, courtesy of Pretty Pretty Collective. SO MUCH CURL!

pure vanity. that’s all. :)

New labret jewelry & newly Muppet Pink hair. For no reason other than vanity, really.

In other news:

+ My best friend from childhood — like, seriously, we met when I was in the 5th grade & grew up 3 blocks away from each other in the Ingleside/Lakeview — got married this weekend. I did a reading at the wedding, and I apparently made many people cry. Hearing that was really awesome, sweet, and touching. I quoted from my favorite poem about love — Allen Ginsberg’s “Song.”

+ My own feelings about mawwiage & matwimony are complex. I used to be very RAWR RAWR anti-assimilationist about marriage — both gay marriage and straight marriage — in my teens & early twenties. I am less so now. I hate to sound trite &/or ageist, but I feel like age has kinda mellowed me out about this sort of thing. Basically, I think that people should be able to marry whomever they damn well please, but I could also care less about the state approving my or my friend’s relationships. I get why queer people fight for marriage as a legal right — it isn’t always just about assimilation, it is also about things like being able to have custody of your kids and visiting your partner in the hospital when they are sick. BUT I really wish that the energy/momentum that people pour into “marriage equality” was also going into things like, oh, housing homeless queer & trans youth, fighting for universal health care, protecting immigrants & undocumented folks & people working in street economies, etc, etc, etc. I just feel like, at the end of the day, esp. as a queer non-monogamous pervert who does my relationships & sex life in fairly non-standard ways, marriage equality is not really my struggle.

+ See also, the ways that couples — all kinds of couples — get privileged over “single” people and people in more non-traditional relationships bugs the hell outta me.

+ But anyway: When I think of weddings NOT as the state barging into my life/my friend’s lives, but as big awesome parties & rituals to celebrate love & passion & life, I like them a whole lot. I guess I am a romantic in that way?

+ My point being, the wedding was sweet, and I feel very lucky to still be very close with my childhood best friend.

+ Also? The cake was awesome. Just sayin’.

Me & my newly pinked curls. :)

I think my hair is Muppet Pink. :)

I am finally feeling better! And Lizzard took me out for birthday tea. Awww.