Yesterday on my way to eat Spanish food on restaurant row, I was pleasantly ambushed by a group of dancing boys flashing their abs in a variety of fleshy contortions.
I must direct your attention to the accompanying photos blog family. Note the lack of cardboard. Homeboys were straight snaking on cement. It was a remarkable beginning to my Friday-eve celebrations.
On that note, HAPPY FRIDAY Y’ALL! (more…)
Namaste blog family
I was thinking of how divine it was those weeks that I had no telephone. However, being a lover of gadgets, and one who enjoys getting my Instagram on – I understand the purpose of maintaining the small plastic device that stays nested in my handbag. So instead of tossing the phone once and for all, I decided to delete all of my contacts instead. (more…)
The first time, you tell everyone you know. Anyone you can think of. People you’re close with. People you just met. Family members. Your therapist.
The second time, you only tell your best friend. And the third time, you don’t tell anyone. Not one single person.
That’s when you decide to stop talking all together.
You realize you have grown enough to acknowledge your presence as a statistic. And while age also grants the ability to easily identify what makes you unique, in your younger years – you thought it was everything.
You walk through Central Park on a balmy summer night. It’s too late for anyone to be there. There are homeless people sleeping on the small green rolling hills. The United States is one of the only nations on the planet with overweight homeless people. A lot of the ones you walk by are wearing nicer shoes than you are.
In a way, you fell envious. You imagine a divine existence with no responsibilities and zero consequences. You hear someone ask you for a dollar and wonder what makes the stranger assume you have one. You have an apartment. You have a wardrobe of clothing nice enough to prevent anyone from asking you too many questions. You have a job and a dog; more secrets buried than the Catholic Church. (more…)
I decide to start to collecting lovers again. With a smart phone, in New York City, it’s simple. www.click.person.
The first response comes from Kentucky, but he was actually born in Washington State. “I grew up in Indiana though.” He owns a tattoo studio in Harlem. “And I deal drugs.”
I wonder if he knew that I do days as a chief officer, he would still be so blunt. Not that it makes any difference to me. In my experience, selling them when you’re on them usually turns into an economic catastrophe. And he seems like a walking disaster.
We’re in some trendy vegan cafe in Hell’s Kitchen. A fat girl next to us turns to her companion and says, “That’s why everyone hates J.P. Morgan Chase. They like, caused the financial crisis.”
Before I worked on Wall Street, I had no exposure to economic anything – quite deliberately. I hid in Australia, with you. Reading hands and flipping cards. (more…)
Today is the four year anniversary of FollowMeToNYC. Four years ago today, I was sitting in an Australian farmhouse in Oxley, Queensland getting ready to quit my job and figure out how to relocate my life 10,000 miles from where I was – drinking coffee out an I (heart) NYC mug.
Today I am sitting on the balcony of a midtown Manhattan luxury high-rise, with puppies at my feet. Surviving as a professional Writer, living a life I hardly saw coming when I scratched my head and said, “Hmmm… I think I’ll go back to the city.” (more…)