I made a friend today. Her name (here in the floating world) is the Butterfly Temptress, and she’s sweet, funny, kind, and ill. She has stage 4 cervical cancer, and it’s travelled through her lymphatic system throughout her body… including her brain stem. Kiki spent some time online with her yesterday, picking out caskets. When Whitney’s school crisis came up, and we held a raffle to help raise funds, Butterfly Temptress donated money. She was fighting this, and in a financial crisis of her own (it costs a lot to die in America)… and yet she gave, and gave freely.
Now we’re raising money for her, and the wheel rolls on. The immanence of death makes the friendship process all the more intense and honest, because there isn’t time to fuck around. There’s no real point to this post, aside from the immediate and real.
So, ok. 
The proximity to Honesty makes lots of things become far more clear.
I am creating a friendship with a woman who spent almost a decade working for the things that I don’t even think about on a daily basis… like which bathroom she should use and whether she would get fired for wearing a dress and earrings. Actually, I do think about the bathroom things often. She talks about the 2 second sweep that woman do when they are in bathrooms and someone comes in. I know that look… I am not a ‘normal’ female in size and stature. The alarm bells go off… but only for a moment. I have never been told to leave.
Best of Blessings for the process… I hope that there is a Peace that Passes Understanding… It’s there… the Grace is always there…