listening to "young hearts run free - candi... →
popicn-deactivated20120503 asked: What is one goal you’d like to accomplish during your lifetime?
I was just asked about my thoughts on gay marriage. I don’t think I’ve ever given a this-side-of-fence response to that. First time for everything, I guess.
listening to "Nina Simone - Sinnerman (MrEmiX)" →
In my ears: Sinnerman - Nina Simone ♪♩♬
listening to "BT - The Light In Things (MM)" →
Best song to wake up to. Bar None.
Passion could be the rumble of a Harley on one of the last warm days of the year. Hair flying, leather, chrome, steel. Rolling Thunder. Tenuous.
even in the end you know that it’s the gesture, the gesture towards loving...– David Wojnarowicz - Shadow of the American Dream
The Empty Airstrip
Facing west, sun setting, black billowy clouds hiding the remains of daylight, crimson sky, wind from the east. Outstretched arms, beginning with a short, hard strut. Breaking into a jog, a run, flat-out sprint. Mouth agape, whisper, moan, yell, scream, broken. Tears stream sideways, splotches of light are in his periphery. Liftoff.
Dance, Hubby! Dance! →
My writing has taken a sharp turn inward. Inspired by my advisor, and a collection of short stories that has made me emotional at every ending, I think I’ve hit upon a very soft spot inside me. I think this is the writing that will matter most. I think, maybe, it’s where I can draw the better side of me to the surface, and finally - if not completely - face demons I’ve been...
listening to "Sonique - It Feels So Good" →
Yup, bopping along while sipping my coffee… ♪Sonique - It Feels So Good
listening to "Bjork - Hyperballad" →
Early morning wake-up ♪Bjork - Hyperballad
Even he thinks so.
(photo via jinterwas) I’ve circled around the carrion of my past, in vulture formation. I’ve come close, smelling the carcass on the wind, its meaty, rotten stench filling my bald head. With extended wings, I’ve lurched closer, inspecting for choice pieces to sink into. Where do I start? How much bravery will it take just to grab a morsel? The juiciest stories come from...
Running From Bullies
It was high school when I first had to face my physical limitations. I was not athletic - that was my brother’s forte. I was smart. I was the brains. He was the brawn. Still, when I had to decide on a sport for my freshman year, something came over me, and I chose soccer. I figured, I could kick a ball better than I could skate on ice, so it would be easy. Then, I had to run. I...