Trauma is a strange beast. No matter how much you pat her in your lap to keep her calm, you know sooner or later, with one quick neck whip - she bites you, again. Everyone on Earth experiences trauma to a certain degree. I feel like anyone who disagrees with that might be still in some type of denial period. Matters of the heart are among my top traumatizing periods. Like now, for example. Yesterday was a "no deal with world" day. One of my...
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...
guardia di attraversamento abbiamo detto tutti quella due di noi incontrato sulla 5th Avenue in New York città. non l'ha fatto. mai - no. siamo stati... entrambi dicendo. bugie dall'inizio: always together... quando ha lasciato proprio quando Rimasi sola... al centro. crossing guard we told everyone that the two of us met on 5th avenue in new york city. he did not. ever - no. we were… both telling. lies from the start: sempre insieme… when...
My weekend has been spent staying awake, carving pumpkins and weaving around midtown. I'm happy to have a friend around while I ride out the end of the most recent stint of terrible. I ate Thai food last night and laughed until I was lying on the ground in giggles. My friend put a pumpkin on his head to make me smile and carved out the face that I drew on another one. I love October in New England, it's special. Everything suddenly tastes like...
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 -...