New York’s in my blood. It’s all I can think about but I fled. I tell myself it’s too see if I can live in another city as far from New York as I can be during a major super exciting event. Maybe that’s the truth; I don’t know. I walked for five hours today; when I wasn’t walking I… View Post
Scared but bored
This is the scariest and most boring summer of my life. Boring because each time that I can actually go somewhere it rains or threatens to. I love sultry sun and sultry humidity, not in the 70’s mold enticing dribble we have learned to live with. (Not.) I know I could live in Florida, and then I’d know what real… View Post
Hippie Princess
At my first college, the fun one, I was officially anointed Hippie Princess one night. My vintage black velvet gown was from Bogie’s in the East Village where if I let Bogie kiss me I’d get two dresses for ten dollars. Bogie was a gross wet kisser, and even in 1968 it wasn’t worth five dollars to me. I don’t… View Post
Back in another less innocent life
When you think that you’re all over it, and the pain has subsided for good, something triggers a memory, and you’re no longer the sane stable person you were five minutes earlier. You think, bastard, you ruined my life. Or at least my formative childbearing years. Oh right I ruined his. Always forget that part. We’d play games that were… View Post