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[fflo.livejournal.com]

Okee-do. In the neighborhood of 1. I've got Scrabble some place in this house; might even be able to put my hands on it. Hot toddies! Winter drink picnic. Maybe I'll get the Kahlua & cream goin'. You like a toasted almond, by any chance? I feel a little drunk already.

It'll be a pleasure to help keep you out of the house of the Lo'd one more Day That God Made. You got your white gloves ready, though? He's almost risen, doggone it.

Okay I confess I used to like to go watch churches get out on Easter in Baltimore. The hats, especially. (Sometimes in the Spring I'd stop in an urban hair-and-hat [& "beauty" accoutrement] shop & try on some of the crazy options for kicks, secretly wishing I had a context in which to try to pull one off.) I even went down to the Inner Harbor one year on Easter night to see the teenagers come out in their new finery & promenade, such as they did. ("Mill about" might be a better term---local media used "mob," but they could be afraid of anything.) They didn't do the hats so much as the Ladies, but there were some dapper outfits, that's for sure. I liked to see the guys all decked out, too, as that was particularly unusual.

The church drive-by stalking felt a little worrysome in the aspect of my gawking outsiderliness that was "outside" racially, but the atheist outsiderliness seemed more prominent, or primary, and I had no qualms there. Mentally pointing with unspoken "Look at the church people!"---it almost makes you feel as if they're the freaks.

[atleastdefiant.livejournal.com]

"House of the Lo'd one more day that God made?" At some point you did a little more than just drive by, I see. But you've inspired me. I'm thinking I could use Easter as a rare chance to indulge my Breakfast at Tiffany's fashion fetishes. I couldn't risk falling asleep and crushing a new hat! And gloves too. Ooh, I'm palpitating. I'll take a picture if I manage to put something cute together.

You now, at one point I thought othering was the greatest sin of mankind. Now, it's like, what the hell can you do? If something is freaky to you, it just is. And there's nothing wrong with the childish urge to giggle when you see something weird. When we went to mardi gras, i found out about the phenomenon of crewes. These hard core thugged out young men have elaborate costumes, costing thousands of dollars, made up. Vegas has nothing on these boys. Feathers, headdresses, gold, and bare chests. It's like the mermaid festival down there! Thing is, they represent their projects and neighborhoods, and there was a lot of gang activity surrounding these parades. But me, I was just down to see all this hyper-masculinity shrouded in gala finery. And it was beautiful.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

I knew not of this activity. I guess they're, uh, secure in their masculinity, huh.