April 2012
March 2012
Friday
Met up with a friend.
Not really my favorite night to go out.
Met a gorgeous man who towered over me.
::faint::
2:30a
Woke up clutching blankets and pillows as if they were him. I haven’t done that in months.
UGH.
“Writing is a process of turning myself inside out: a regurgitation. I extrude my vulnerable inner lining. I purge. And then I examine the contents - my expulsed interior - and begin the bloody interrogation. I ask whether it is filthy or clean, valuable or deplorable”
—Wayne Koestenbaum, Humiliation
“I could never work in pure abstinence; the body needs to feel satisfied to give free reign to the spirit.”
—Reinaldo Arenas
And then there was Shane. Keeping it real. Keeping me grounded.
“Trees have a secret life that is only revealed to those willing to climb them.”
—Renaldo Arenas “Before Night Falls”