Email from my friend Theresa Sparks – join the Sparks for 6 Team!

THE THERESA SPARKS FOR SAN FRANCISCO SUPERVISOR CAMPAIGN GOES NATIONAL!
Our campaign for District 6 County Supervisor in San Francisco is in the final stretch and receiving national media attention.
To start this final week of the campaign off, our campaign hit the national stage on Sunday/Monday with the New York Times article on this historic race for San Francisco Supervisor.

See the article here.

Please send this link to your friends, Facebook and everyone on your personal email list and ask them to do the same.
There will be more national media this week from NPR’s “Kitchen Sisters” Program on Tuesday afternoon’s All Things Considered and Andy Warhol’s Interview Magazine later in the week – both of which feature personal profiles about my life and my passion for human rights.

But we need your help to beat the odds and win this historic race.

We need your donations. Every dollar you contribute will help us put more volunteers on the street, put up one more sign and help us get our message out to the voters.

With just NINE days left till Election Day, our campaign will be working 24/7 to walk precincts, phonebanking and communicating with voters.

Join the Sparks for 6 Team and help us bring new ideas, new energy and a new direction for San Francisco and District 6. To learn more, go to Sparksfor6.com

Help San Francisco Make History.

All the Best,
Theresa Sparks

Thank you for all your wonderful comments and messages on this past blog entry. I have had a great week of taking care of myself and reading all your inspiring and loving words.

Also, as an experiment I decided to see what would happen if I gave up all processed and sugary foods for the last week. I feel good, but then when I was at a shoot I encountered a giant platter loaded with croissants and muffins, nutty banana ‘breakfast’ breads, bagels, cinnamon rolls glazed with snowy white frosting. Of course this is Hollywood and of course no one was eating it, and everything was getting a little hard in the air conditioning – the cake ever so slightly drying in the southern California desert climate, all cut up into ‘actress’ size pieces, the sugar glinting and glistening like tiny diamonds – there is nothing as beautiful as coarse grains of sugar baked on top of something! I got kind of insane. I literally had to leave the room. The smell followed me like a curled up, yeasty finger, tapping me on the shoulder, hooking my nostrils – trying to lure me back. I started sweating and I actually got scared! I got scared of the baked goods!! Isn’t that insane??? My scalp itched and my face twitched. It really felt like some kind of drug withdrawal, which it probably was – like dopesickness – although I have never actually experienced an opiate withdrawal, that’s what it seemed was happening.

I had a nightmare that night where I was trying to eat the inside of a loaf of unsliced wheat bread and my teeth were stuck in the doughy middle, falling out and staying in the bread, bloodying the thing, making the hard swallows thick and copper tasting. I have many dreams in which I lose my teeth because when I was little a young gay man was killed outside the bookstore that my parents owned. He had been gay bashed and they never found the people who did it. it was so horrible and terrifying and we found his teeth outside the store for weeks afterwards. Ever since then, broken teeth are scattered throughout the landscape of my nightmares: sometimes mine, sometimes his – but they are always there, the teeth. I woke up scared that I had lost my teeth yet again, and even more scared that I had eaten carbs. This is really crazy.

Last night there were some cookies left out on the bus – our tour bus is a rolling collection of deliciousness – all chocolates and chips and candies and cakes and every kind of alcoholic beverage in every drawer and cabinet, even spilling out onto the countertops – how I love the bus. The cookies were new, and I hadn’t checked them out yet, like I had with the golden oreos, like I had my way with all the sweet goodies laying out for me in my moving castle, queen of the empty calories. They were packed tightly together, not one was missing, a perfect row of lemony cookie goodness, neat and made by a loving hand. I wanted them badly but I could just notice my desire for them and not act on them, the need was not as urgent as it had been with the big tray of baked goods at the shoot. I didn’t have to leave the room. I could just sit there with the want and it didn’t make my face itch. I didn’t judge myself for thinking they looked like they tasted good. I didn’t have any because I had already brushed my teeth.

This sounds dumb but it’s progress. Every moment I don’t give into these food addictions is a victory. Each day I get stronger and feel better.

So I broke down and got an iPad. I had been coveting them in The Situation’s, Kyle Massey’s and Jennifer Grey’s hands during DWTS rehearsals. They’d watch videos of dancing, email, play lots of games and it just looked really cool. It’s kind of an awkward looking object because especially in celeb hands, they look like they are about to present an award to someone, or just received one and will now make a speech.

So I got one and now what do I do with it? It will replace my computer on the road, but it already hurts the back of my hands to type on it. I like the trick towel that goes on top of the screen to wipe off the fingerprints but how do you not lose that thing? How do I turn off automatic spelling of words I would rather keep misspelled? Help!