Namaste blog tribe I ran last week. Uptown, downtown, east and west. Friday I swam on the roof of a west village hotel and touched pink toes with a divine new companion who resides in California. Saturday the most legit Artist I have literally ever encountered sat at my big black table and created in a way that widened my eyes and stretched my smile. Serious business. Sunday was Pride, enough said. July is going to be a wonderous, alcohol free...
Today is d-day blog family, I think. Word on the street is I find out if I have a fully sick job today. I'm about to step out the door to work... perhaps I'll know more tomorrow. Today is also a friend's birthday which means dancing is likely and there will probably be pints of delicious pear cider and giggles all around. The small group of Melbourne Artists who I roll with color my world in such wonderful ways. I've been looking for a place to...
Dear Blog Family After last week's rant about getting booted from my job... I was asked yesterday if I could possibly stay longer. I said, "Hell yes" in the most appropriate phrasing for big business-like places where people wear suits. From what I hear from our NYC advisers who keep me up on what's good in my favorite place, it's freezing. And according to them, "You're crazy if you don't stick summer out down there for as long as you can......
I've officially been notified that my current work contract is going to boot me as of 25 February 2011. Once I'm done paying my dues, I should have basically enough money for a plane ticket back to NYC. This isn't good enough blog family... we need to strategize. On the up side, I've got my second job that comes and goes and tosses me a few Bens here and there, so that's staying in my back pocket. On the down side, I received my first official...
the making of with and for His hush floats into my insomnia, And I learn to say please in seven ways. It’s become an obsession ammonia. Released from my body in red-eyed gaze. Ravenous for evolving distraction. My impatient clock awaits his return. Finding new ways to express reaction. Flexing my thighs to display how I yearn. Attempts to resist, a transparent veil. My body wrapped in blankets of his scent. Measuring weight of each shallow...