She promised to bring neither a dish nor a bottle, as we had requested, but a gift. Something pretty but completely useless, as is usually appropriate for a wedding gathering. I told her that we would have more use for food, but she adamantly refused to either cook or spend money on alcohol.
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I left the sweater on her bed
with a “thank you.”
Three days later
“can I borrow your jacket?”
A few days ago I tried on a pair of jeans at Levi’s and discovered that I had a muffin top. Yes, I said a muffin top. Apparently, I’m getting fat.
Nobody believes me when I say this, though.
...read more hereGregory Porter answered his phone. On Christmas day. I’m convinced he forgot that he was supposed to be screening my calls. Yes, I’m that arrogant. Am I not important enough to have my calls screened?
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I told my mother and cousin earlier today that my friend in Harlem had said this. My mother’s reaction was that he had no right to make comments about her children. My mother doesn’t like my friend in Harlem. Granted, I don’t like him all the time either, but my mother doesn’t know one tenth of what has gone on between us over the last couple of years. All she knows is that he’s older than I am, and to her, that’s a good enough reason for both she and my sister not to like him.
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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.
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He picked me up with his strong arms like I was a feather pillow (oh, let’s be real: I weigh like seven pounds), set me down gingerly on a low mattress and dominated me like a gentleman. There was no wine and no food and he chose to play the Doors of all fucking choices (which explains why the boy can’t sing, come to think of it) but in a moment of wrapping my arms and legs around that body which was so perfect Michelangelo could have sculpted it, I realized that this was exactly what I had wanted, and in fact was what I had wanted for the entirety of my sexual awareness since puberty: a large, gentle, and dominating man.
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The strange part about it is that he’s walking around the kitchen now as I type this in the adjacent room. I’d say I’m tempted to ask about the aforementioned incidents, but I’m a little nervous that they might be true. If they are, then I don’t know who that stranger is who is claiming to be my father.
...read more hereAnd interestingly enough I just started a two-week coffee-and-alcohol fast the day before yesterday. I don’t even know what I’m really trying to accomplish by that. Lose weight/inches? Clear up my complexion? Deny myself something I like so I can pretend I’m doing something beneficial for myself?
...read more hereThere was a brief moment after I moved out of Harlem that I decided to be an old widow. That would be my persona for the year of the tiger. And so now I sit here in a bathrobe typing away at a computer in Queens like an old widow…
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