I was immediately drawn to the birthdays, bypassing all the “Happy Halloween”-s and looking directly at the pink, frilly and flowery cards labeled “for her.” Who is She? Well, she’s Mother apparently, or Daughter, Sister, Niece, Aunt, Cousin… Lover… Girlfriend… Wife… Some of them were silly and some were sweet. Some had feeble attempts at humor. Some of them had “I love you” messages. Most of them did, actually.
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He walked in with his trumpet in his hand and set his fedora down on my table when he saw me. I immediately picked it up and started twirling it in my hands.
I can’t remember the boy’s name, actually. When I see him, I call him Trumpet.
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I want to be so obscure that only the diligent and dedicated (and perhaps a privileged few) will be able to distinguish me from all the other ghosts that haunt the streets, such that all the demons, vampires, and snake-charming ex boyfriends will pass me over when they come by looking for blood.
...read more hereI’ll give you a kingdom where love is law and love is king and you will be queen… don’t leave me… don’t leave me… don’t leave me…
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It seems to me that the universe has been conspiring for the past few weeks or months or so to prove to me and everyone else that everything I’ve done for the last [insert pretty round number] years of my life have been completely wrong. But as I sit here contemplating the fact that I [...]
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…you can’t see me
with your translucent eyes
but I can’t dodge you
because you make me angry…
And in the mean time I don’t have anyone worthwhile to make pancakes for (besides my cousin… because she was home) but then again I don’t have a kitchen to make pancakes in. If I had a kitchen I couldn’t scavenge for any leftovers besides my own, so I’d have to cook for myself, right? So clearly, I don’t need a husband, I need a kitchen.
...read more hereI’d like to say that I’ve been methodically slaving away at my various and sundry (by which I mean entirely too many) projects, and to a certain extent that’s been true… but mostly I’ve been staring at my hands wondering which task they should be dealing with at this moment… and I’m ashamed to say that I’ve spent a little bit (by which I mean a lot) more time sleeping than I’d like to report.
...read more hereYou had that masculine thing DOWN… Shoulders, back straight never sloping, never round… It would turn me on just to see you walk into a room, across the room, out of the room…
...read more hereI haven’t read this blog in a while… just got back to it today and remembered why I used to read it in the first place. New Yorkers say some funny shit, boy… …When I Have My Hazmat Suit with Me Hobo sitting against building: Hey! You!Girl walking by: Yeah?Hobo: Want to go jump in [...]
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