Going Coastal
My heart remains tied to the sea, wherever I live. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
  • Holiday traffic nasty. #pdx

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  • And He’s Gone

    We got a total of four hours of sleep last night, which made for a rough morning.

    Still.

    I’m damn proud of him for doing this trip. Yes, I will miss the fuck out of him, but he needs this. I told him today that he’s less scared than when I met him. He’s taking back his life, though he may not see that for himself.

    Now, to get my nap on. Hardcore.

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  • This is the first of three essays I have tasked myself with while Ray is in Europe. Comments and responses are welcome.

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  • roachpatrol:

    ftcreature:

    if i fits, i sits.

    THIS IS ILLEGAL

    (via norcrosscats)

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  • After All

    I went to his house last night, head hung low for the ways I had melted down on him yesterday. I was expecting a deserved admonishment.

    Instead, I was given a massive hug, along with this:

    "I knew you’d freak out this weekend. It’s ok, as long as you’re ok."

    He knows how ashamed I am about my never-ending anxiety. He combats it with patience and support and affection, which, in the end, is all I need. I’m going to feel all of my feelings, which do run a wide spectrum, and he gets that. He understands.

    He provides me with the safe space I need to be as human as possible, and I love him for that.

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  • #work #pdx

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  • Prohibita. #pdx

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  • Voicemail

    When you act like a jerk, you call and leave voicemails that end with:

    "Your boyfriend is not an asshole. I just play one on TV. I’m sorry."

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  • 💜

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  • That moment when your anxiety about a few different things comes to a head and suddenly you look like a needy asshole to your boyfriend because he’s already got enough on his plate for one day and you needed that little slap across the face to get a grip.

    Ugh.

    I cannot control all of the variables in my life.

    Why do I struggle to remember this?

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  • swisswilliamson:

    Built a wonderful climbing box in my garage last week. Now it’s time for the crew to put it to the test! Box session! #bouldering #climbing #rockclimbing #kindsnacks @kindsnacks

    Adult Monkey Bars?

    (via itsramez)

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  • (via rainbos)

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  • "Verbal and emotional abuse slashes and burns just as deeply and as badly as if a baseball bat had been swung at the body. The wounds run deep, with roots and tendrils that wrap and encase so many fragile neurons, calcifying ganglia into a grotesque inhuman form. Those channels of energy, strings of light that ignite our very being, become knotted, burled, and the body does what it always does to damage. It forms deep and protective scar tissue, recognizing a point of weakness that it seeks to make impervious in the future. Thick, unmoving, calloused, these patches along the streams of memory, thought, and action become points of contact, triggering a necessary shift in ways of thinking and how the body moves forward though the motions of life. The amount of effort to trust, to speak honestly, to treat the body with respect and dignity is often more than is customary, more than the person holding all of this scar tissue can manage."
    from my latest essay “Excess Baggage”
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  • Tonight

    Sipping yesterday’s $7 wine from Trader Joe’s and getting into the deep bits of this damn essay feels pretty good.  I had such a sloth of a day today, but managed to peel myself up off the couch and go see a mutual friend of ours read a few pieces of his poetry in a bookshop in St. John’s.  It felt good to get off the couch, and now I’m pretty revved up to do some readings of my own.  I think I might drop an email to the bookstore I was at tonight and see if I can find a schedule of their open-mic nights.  I’ve got nothing to lose, really.

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