i emailed E yesterday about the sister spit show. she's a twenty-something-year-old actress/model/dancer/poet/feminist. i met her last year when we were performing in a play...she's like an older, wilder version of me with a cute fro. at least, she had a fro the last time i saw her.

E has more energy than any human being i've ever met. she's so tiny and compact, but she has a massive handshake. everything about her inspires me.

i'm pretty sure she's bi. she never told me that directly, but i once walked by the dressing room door and heard her describing a detailed sexual encounter to her friend...about a girl. so of course, i listened. it was the "birds and bees" talk that i never really had.

so E said that she would (and i quote) gather up her "lesbo feminist homegirls" and come to see sister spit. so now i'm going to be surrounded by cute lesbian feminist poets who are too old for me, but probably very very attractive. i'll be a kid in a candy store. 9 more days.

so for now, i'm rereading The Chelsea Whistle and anxiously awaiting my birthday on saturday. i'm getting a group of friends to go see Grindhouse. the theme of my birthday is officially "eyecandy."

now it's homework time.