I completely understand and appreciate your candor. I would correct you but slightly in relation to the following: > and as i mull this i come back to your statements of looking past > differences,as if they were not there.and this gnaws at me as well.my > difference will always be there.that i should be singled out for ill > treatment or prejudice for this is wrong,but to deny it’s existence is also > wrong. I have not denied the existence of anything. I simply and very firmly believe that being ‘difference blind’ is just as important as being ‘color […]
archival – first actual date in over … well, years. (K speaking to JS)
I do not remember if I dreamt, but I definitely woke up and thought of you. I blame being single and not dating in too damned long and a fine night of merriment and interpersonal connection. I am still giddy. There is not a lot to do at 3am. I could make art and likely will in a bit. I could “write”, but have been a tad blocked of late and this resolves best when left to its own devices in the back of my head. So I did the second thing on the short list of ‘things I really […]
daydreaming your nightmare
we have imagined it, of course. how we would carefully print, organized, and bind it all in chronological order. how we would wrap it all so gently in protective coverings. how we would print all the pretty photos given and received over time, the audio captured; how you’ve told all the lies and particularly how you’ve betrayed the faith given you not by us, but by her, too. we have imagined how we would write the letter to cover it all, explaining all the things we wanted and how they were never quite as important as you getting to have […]
Carrie Arlos – Cipherpunk Journals
made an odd discovery today. i have discovered how to see the future. i was standing outside my office and looking off into the horizon, not really thinking about much of anything. had a bit of the old mahamudra going on when, suddenly, it looked like the entire world fractured. i suppose if i were standing in my own reality, i would have lost my mind. as it happened, i was standing two steps outside it. so the backlash landed on the gravel and kicked up a spray, dug a hole about oh… an inch deep, then flared out with […]
Diary of a Mistress, Day 4,689
it isn’t as if i am ignorant of reality. not as if i do not know how ‘this’ goes. first, there is the establishment of ‘the problem’ — the reason why it’s hopeless, utterly, and even though the legal leash is still there, it’s ok. we can pretend it isn’t. yeah. right. momma always said i was cynical, but seems to me the leash is a comfort whenever i see a teacup yorkie straining from across the street after a german shepard lounging, tongue lolling out with laughter, content to let the yappy have his moment for knowing full well […]
key frame, stone, ring
it is said for each, seven keys are made. commonality that weaves and runs through nothingness until meeting. each meeting, a doorway, each doorway, a lesson, each lesson, a step closer to freedom.