magnetic incitement I became a magnet on 2nd Ave; I turned to attraction, drawn to his core. Becoming who you are, not what you have. Exceeding physical with pull and lure. I awoke the next day, drawn to the sky. My thoughts, soul and heart - a new direction. Grounded at last, a reborn style of flight. Perpetually stuck to this reflection. We fit like spirit with facts of science. Every thought magnetic, every heartbeat. Becoming vital with no...
Happy Saturday blog tribe. I'm happy to report, I didn't actually dump my boyfriend. I feel like I was temporarily thrust into one of those icky dating things where people act like dickbags but then have to wash it out of their hair and deal with their feelings. So yesterday I dealt with my feelings. I'll probably see my boyfriend later on. In other news, I'm getting ready to go away. I need to get out of winter, it's bullshit. The light is...
One thing that being divorced twice by 37 has taught me, I'm a shit girlfriend. Regardless of my husband collection being utterly dysfunctional, I like being married. I do not, however, enjoy being a girlfriend. Being a girlfriend has all of these stupid rules like being available and knowing when someone will swing through. I have to remember when to shave my legs and straighten my hair and clean my apartment. Wives don't do that. At least I...
outside (of) me it is like… i can. feel… and when? he approaches… i have this extension. i am stretching while he pulls i am twisting. (and i suddenly _________________view lifetimes in—) side. his eyes. like i do not have to tell you.
Transport Delivery “Thanks for not having sex with me.” There’s nothing quite like a 27 year old lover scorned. We started sleeping together when he was 24. I ended it recently for someone who is 52 and speaks French. Someone who appreciates shoes, smells like tangerines and tastes like vanilla. Certain things are worth the sacrifice. I’m on the corner of 44th Street and 3rd Avenue at 8 in the morning, when midtown is just as hopping as...