DC Comics will be bringing back retired superhero Batwoman (Batgirl’s aunt) as a "new and improved" (not to mention politically correct, at least to some of us) lesbian.  In July, Ms. Kane (Batwoman’s alter ego) will officially step out of her closet.

I say:  HOT DIGGITY DAWG!  For the first time in my life I just might buy a comic book.  While I am straight as an arrow (except in a few fantasies here and there), I think lesbian chicks rock.  I believe in same sex marriage.   And I believe God cares about what we do with our hearts and not our sex organs.

Of course, the conservative right is not too happy about this, which makes it even more delicious. Me?  I’m tickled pink, jumping for joy and striking up the band.  Homophobia is so fucking ugly, particularly when it’s cloaked in the righteous blather of misguided moralists.  

Intolerance sucks. And it hurts.  We are getting a lot better at this stuff, but still have a long way to go.  So, bring it on, Batwoman.   Welcome to the new millenium.  Glad to have you.

xo, Angela

…that being here in this ultra-modern and (semi) hi-tech loft.

Well it’s been an impossible situation, simply said.  They have everything from a bunn coffee pot to a fooseball table to an amazing mountain view from an aluminum grid-like balcony to bright red, yellow, blue, and maroon walls to a gigantic flat screen TV. 

But there is no caller ID and no call waiting. 

And this isn’t my own PC with all the little bells and whistles to which I’m accustomed.  

I have no problem admitting that I am spoiled.  And I am most definitely a creature of habit.  I want my own toys in my own playhouse. 

So it’s time to return home.  I am watching a fluffy pup, so he will be going with me.  I will gladly suffer the white dog hairs in excange for sleeping in my own bed under my own down comforter with my head resting upon my very own pillows. 

I also broke their only phone with a headphone jack.  And headphones are a must for me.   

I miss my life!  Call me soon.

xx