I Am Going to Build a Photo Studio in My Garage...

I can hear it now. Relieved sighs let out all over the blogisphere. Concern masses are picking up the phone right now, texting or pulling out their trusty carrier pigeon...

"By god Madge! Did you see Nina's blog? She is pulling herself up by her own boot straps! I think she might break out in a round of "The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow", I tell ya! She is moving forward... she, she, she is going to build her photo studio in her garage! She has gotten through "the hard times""

Well I say, "NOT SO FAST!!!!!"

I would like to say I am great. I would like to say I have found my pace. That I have dove into the GLBT community and I am already known and well respected and have a social circle. I would like to say I have buried my misplaced guilt and dance every morning naked except my sensible shoes in celebration of the real me. While I would like say the motivation is my own way of acting out Mary Tyler Moore's scene of throwing her knit cap up in the air out of joy of who she is, I can't. Other than the dancing I'm still stuck in the pain of transition. There is another reason I am turning my garage into a photo studio. Less freeing, more due to practicalities. The truth is.... my car doesn't fit into my garage.

Now how I ended up a lesbian AND driving an SUV is beyond me. Its one of those weird things not unlike me still identifying myself as a conservative although the platform I stand on is not populated with many others. But I digress. Its true. My car doesn't have a home. I do plan on trading it down to a better car (read: less thirsty for fuel and PARKING SPACE) . Wondering to myself if the Green Goddess is available or perhaps I could find a good car artist *ahem* to come visit with her partner and jazz up my new-old car whatever it might be. I hear some lesbians drive camories. *grin*

So if I become successful do I owe it to the SUV? my inventive nature to "make something" out of otherwise wasted space? or perhaps shhhhhhh talent? I dunno. But I have heard that everything happens for a reason. And you know what they say, "Some are born with photo studios and others have photo studios thrust upon them.".

say CHEESE!

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