So, I started this webpage as a wife of nine years and have spun more boys through the past five than I can count. It’s usually terribly boring, and, until recently – I didn’t take any of it to heart, really.
However, there have been one or two times when a man in my life finds out about FollowMeToNYC. This is fine and everything, but not after we stop talking.
If I know someone personally, and we stop talking, and the person continues to come around here to see what’s popping – I classify them as a creep.
Go away. Continue reading
I’m snapping out of it blog tribe.
As a gypsy, minus my parents being 80 miles away – I don’t really have chunks of family somewhere. If I didn’t have a global cult of love-tribe who check in on me from time to time, it’s possible I might be classified a recluse.
Not that I’m misanthropic. Clearly not, or I wouldn’t fall in love every day, and I certainly wouldn’t live in midtown Manhattan. I love many humans, it’s just that since my divorce – I’m usually alone (minus the babies).
Anyways, last night I saw a favorite person who greeted me with, “How’s your boyfriend?”
Uuuuuuugh. Continue reading
Namaste love tribe
I have been sleeping a lot lately. This isn’t sheerly a depression factor – though that has slightly contributed.
I lucid dream. I have since I was little. Some people argue this is a conscious activity opposed to dream-state, I’ve never really heavily invested myself in the debate.
I usually dream about lovers. Since my latest kicked my face a bit, I’m trying to put myself into a state of less face kicks.
I’m not sure why I end up with so many wanky dudes. It’s beyond me. And while I enjoyed the company of a husband I loved very much for nearly 10 years – the conclusion speaks for itself. Continue reading
My mind has been on moving over the past week and change. The lease in my midtown tower expires come July, and I’m about to be out.
Usually, when it comes to leaving the states – I say, the further the better; which is partially how I ended up in Australia for ten years.
My heart exploded in Sperlonga, Italy and is beating on the beach’s white sand – waiting for me. Continue reading
I slept for ten hours. From roughly 3pm to 2am. I woke up, phoned a friend, and sooked some more.
However, today is Monday. I have things to do at work. I’m eternally grateful for a full-time writing job. It demands that I focus in ways outside of my ordinary thought patterns. Continue reading