The listening tag in our blog collective’s world of words is the most popular.
I love that.
I heard two new songs today that I haven’t stopped playing. So I of course had to immediately bring that to listen and tell. (more…)
Namaste blog tribe
My homies and I have been chatting love recently. Last night I had an intersting conversation about the concept of Love. I love everyone. Even human creatures that I up front can’t stand, deep down I love them. I have to. Even my ex-husband who I really can’t stand, I still have to love him universally. Otherwise I think I’d be a shitty human, that’s just how I live.
So during our love conversation I naturally bitched about “dating” or “seeing people” or however this strange ritual of eating with humans, going places, shagging, etc. somehow might equivocate to a possible “relationship”.
Recently I knocked around with someone for close to two months, we shagged a few times, had a couple of laughs. And when I queried if we were in a “relationship” I was advised, “No, I don’t think so.”
My homie last night was trying to explain to me that I move too quick. Having to learn “dating” at 35, when you’ve been married since you were 23, frankly, fucking sucks. According to my mate, “It’s New York City, you just, like, see a lot of people, and then see what happens.” (more…)
You show up unannounced again, three days after I say I can’t see you anymore and six weeks after we meet. I would have told you not to come. But you caught me off guard, like the day I first saw you.
There are things that I do and things that I have done that you will never know. It’s why you can’t keep coming here. It’s why I never should have agreed to see you twice.
You think things about me that are not true. I order my fourth drink during our third dinner together and you say, “Man, I can’t drink like that, especially not on a weeknight.” (more…)
directions of destruction
i cut my wrist. vertical. crashing. slay.
horizontal. a lay down way to say
these are the ways that i hurt myself. pay.
choking descriptions of “it’s a bad day”.
i am telling you what i never speak. (more…)
In the midst of stumbling on and off my face lately, I fell through the door yesterday to my very quiet apartment and was immediately unhappy.
I kind of reckon Artists have a unique pain thresh hold. And since I hold on to this “every low is followed by a fabulous happiness” I really make a legit effort to limp through.
However, some days I suck at it. And yes, it is still a traumatic reaction to an ex-partner’s uselessness. I’ve finally come to see over the past three or four months, I don’t miss him. I just can’t live alone. (more…)