Day 362.

I am a multi-faceted gem, shining from all angles. Any thing, person, or circumstance that portrays me otherwise dims my light, denies my nature. My nature is to shine, and I do so proudly!

Day 361.

In a tube dress because the fever made me so hot today. Being sick always makes me crave partnership, and then I dig a little deeper. Yes, partners have helped me through illness before, but partnership does not guarantee that kind of help. It doesn't guarantee anything, in fact.

Day 360.

It's been a long day.

Day 359.

Day 358.

Day 357.

Day 356.

Day 355.

I am listening to a couple of the funniest people I know talk shit in the other room right now.

Choice snippet:

"I generally don't like arguing, unless it's like, for academic reasons."

Day 354.

Rollercoaster of a day. Good thing I had these two anchors as part of it. I am held.

Day 353.

Do you ever feel somebody loving you
Through walls and windows,
Thin orange curtains.
Through a bike ride's worth of distance,

Through the first rains
Of the winter that you thought might never come?

(Everything is mutated, after all.)

Day 352.

Running late.

Day 351.

All sorts of thoughts in that head right there. All sorts. Words come soon.

Day 350.

Day 349.

This damn curl just does whatever it wants to do.

Day 348.

So tie-tie.

Day 347.

aaaand . . . femme hair.

Day 346.

This is a comfortable longing. I bite into desire, chew on it, tasting it completely before mindfully swallowing. I lean into longing, allow myself to feel it in my limbs, in my belly, in my cunt. It's okay that it hurts sometimes. The pain lets me know I am still here. It's okay that it feels absolutely delicious and sensuous, too. It's like that song that always makes me cry and for some reason I still like to put it on and move slowly around the room. What freedom, being with what is.

Day 345.

I have 20 days to decide whether, after a year of growing, I will shave my head or continue to cultivate. Hm. What to do, what to do.

Input welcome!

Day 344.

The unruly curl makes a comeback, with Taino in the background.

Day 343.

Day 342.

All kindsa shifts and transformations and things. Addicted to the practice of remaining present.

Day 341.

Day 340.

Sometimes the kitchen follows me around, no matter where I go.

Day 339.

Day 338.

For anybody who wonders why I prefer shaving it . . . this is what it looks like, brushed out, pre-shower, after 338 days of growth.

Day 337.

It's like there is a collision that is just about to happen, mere inches from my face.

Day 336.

already the sky is different
hues yet unnamed by human tongues
grace the moments accompanying the comings and goings
of the sun
(a whole star dedicated to our survival.
what generosity!)

Day 335.

Day 334.

Sick, bored, sad at home alone. So I took this picture so I could "Doom Eyes" my friend Clare via facebook. Now that you've seen it, you're in the game. Every time somebody does this at you and you don't manage to block it, you need to lie down wherever you are. Use this information responsibly, fellow humans.

Really hoping I feel better by tomorrow, as I've got a big deal thing at around 1 pm. In case you read this and it occurs to you, please send me all that good magic stuff right around then. 

Day 333.

Day 332.

Me with a ponytail.

Still writing. Still all unpublishable. Even for this sloppy blog.

Happy new year!