Out of all the jokes I crack about being a shit girlfriend but an amazing wife, there’s certainly some truth to it.
Early in my writing career, I had a very brilliant mentor – a lovely Australian man around 70 years old back then. When he introduced me to people, he would say “Meet Gretchen, she’s hard and fast.” Continue reading
Namaste blah-g family
I’m sitting in the 2am moonlight, with very little clothing (ok,none), a glass of French rose and a lot on my mind; on the deck of my personal water hut – tucked away along the Tahitian coastline. Continue reading
I’ve been vacant a few days. This has resulted in a couple of interesting things. I shook my boyfriend off once and for all. I tried to be upset, but I’m used to dumping boyfriends by now.
I’m not even sure if these people are boyfriends. Maybe they’re just lovers I briefly obsess over because I’m fond of the poetry it all bleeds. Continue reading
I danced along the east river this morning, like I do most days. Today was a little different though, it was a unique celebration. Continue reading
We made up. That was the worst fight ev-ER.
I don’t fight with anyone. I leave. My boyfriend refers to me as a “flight risk”. That is a bit of my mantra.
There’s more than one reason that I have two passports.
I’ve been in Brooklyn since Friday. Later on today, when I’m done with work, I’m going to write filthy stories about Cony Island.
I’ll post one tonight.
There’s something about Anthony and I that is utterly divine. We’re never allowed to fight again. We promised.
The clap of our argument was beyond. There were bad things said and I was fed-exing notebooks of words.
And then we spent four days making up. We made up all over the place. My apartment, his place, the back of a yellow cab, Cony Island beach, the boardwalk, various Brooklyn sidewalks…
For me to have gotten as upset as I did, I can only assume he’s forever.
The secrets I have with him are my favorite. I care about him to the extent of intimidation. Chemistry is a drastic understatement.
When the two of us get together, my life starts. I occupy my time in between with Writing and skyscrapers and all of these things I came back to Manhattan for. But when he and I are within a physical proximity of one another, everything changes.
I have to wash my face and go to work. I’m currently in my panties, wearing his shirt, slightly hung over.
No matter. I’ve got this.