I think of Frank Ocean way too much. I don’t even listen to him as frequently as I think of him, trying to understand why I think of him so much… What am I trying to understand? What is his… Continue Reading →
The infinite stitch is what I call that stitch on the tail of a new coat that you’re supposed to remove. That stitch is there to protect the tail until the coat has found its owner who, with as few… Continue Reading →
I really felt like going to the Club and was feeling happy and confident in my own skin, which is why I decided to wear my normal everyday clothes – black and almost-gender neutral, as opposed to my feminine yellow… Continue Reading →
The cruelest month is December because it gets me completely out of sync with the world. The buzz and festive cheer interfere with my need to hibernate and go quiet; reality splits itself and I get trapped in a parallel… Continue Reading →
So many things I’m lacking and people I’m missing. But I’VE GOT my longing for them, longings even … oh, so many I no longer wait, I long!
(Musings about time) Ur- stands for proto-, for original Ur was an ancient city state founded around 3800 BC The ruins of Ur are in today’s Iraq 5800 years later, in London Greenwich Mean Time (GMT) is when time begins But it’s not Ur-time — Ur-time is a… Continue Reading →
“Because of its place in our psychic life, a remembered adventure tends to take on the quality of a dream.” Georg Simmel ______ True was born out of a nightmare which was born out of a dream. All the attempts to write about her falsify… Continue Reading →
Things have been getting pretty intense with Dionysus. The other day, he apologized to me. Yes, Dionysus did. First, he again called me his favorite Bacchant – “truely wild and mad and dark and deep.” Then he almost cried with sorrow and… Continue Reading →
Tonight, everything about the club was different. The usual jazz was replaced by electronic music and the women guardians were very serious – serious about purifying me. It should be mentioned that I’ve been feeling stuck lately, constipated, unsure about… Continue Reading →
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