And so it starts. Accidentally, almost. I was contemplating buying this 24-foot aluminum darling, a 1957 Streamline. The interior had been painted several times, and in some sections all the layers of paint had loosened–including the original paint, and so I stood inside the Streamline, peeling paint off and revealing the shiny, virgin aluminum beneath. [...]
I’ve just lived the worst two or three months of my life. I believe I am on a good track of improvement, but some days still I’m not so sure. It wasn’t the flu, although it felt quite like it. Intense, immense body ache, foggy brain, and constant need for a nap. Soooo tired. Of [...]
A few things to cover today. Succinctly, sex, sex, sex. ∞ First up, dating and sex and the infernal question, “Who Pays?”. As in, we are on a first date, who pays? And the question is answered with humour and insight by Single Ape. I especially like how he says When you ask someone out, [...]
I mean, I could live anywhere, right? Why the hell not live in a circus tent?!? At least that’s the notion that crept up on me today. Another day of Mondo Beyondo dreaming sprinkled with a dose of Empire Building. And up pops the realization that a home (my home) can take any of many [...]
At lunch yesterday my dear friend, Elizabeth, kicked me. She picked up my boulders and shined light on the crawly things beneath them. She held my hand kindly, and used it to slap my face. I treasure a good examination. I am grateful for friends who will say their piece, even if it makes me [...]
Yes, I am not dating. I know. It’s a little presumptuous that I think you care or are curious. But I thought perhaps if I just wrote it all up and displayed it here publicly, I could quit trying to explain. It’s hard to explain. But with one thing and another (let’s just say some [...]
I am ready for this pain to leave. I want to stop hating. I want to return to writing here about beauty. But the hurt continues. I sit and look out the window at the glorious pink of the blooming cherry trees, and tears stream down my face–I am sad and angry and confused. And [...]
You did not not get a valentine from me this year. No one got a valentine from me this year. It wasn’t just you. I know. I know. I ALWAYS send valentines. But this year I did not. And I am probably more saddened by that than you are. Not to keep the focus on [...]