Category Archives: Rants

Perhaps.

Art, Book, Daily Life, Future Plans, mur, Random, Rants, Reasons for Things, Stories

The story is complete. I didn’t find the villain until the very end and surprise, it’s not actually me. Shedding the last of my childhood trappings, I finally shaved my head completely. Fulfilling a 21-year old desire, it brought me right back to the center of the wheel. Less of a fool, I’m sure of the magician inside me. The next few symbolic roles may or may not play into the story but I’m going all the way up to the Tower. Everything after that is just sycophantic fluff. Continue reading Perhaps. →

Scott Rosen

Art, Book, Daily Life, Mecca, mur, Rants, Stories

“Do you mind if your partner smells bad?” is one of the questions that matched us at 89%. He answered, “Not as important as you may think.” Looking around the condo expertly manicured in a tetris of modern American style, I’m not so convinced. Easy-going isn’t one of his strengths. And yet he seems so relaxed. Perhaps that’s the independent wealth he gained from childhood tragedy. After all, that is why we forgive Batman for spending his wealth on narcissism instead of something useful. Sure, capricious vigilante justice looks like a good idea but do you know how many orphans we can feed with that same budget? Continue reading Scott Rosen →

Taping Blisters

Daily Life, mur, Rants

It’s been a month and these feelings won’t go away. Is this a moment to fight or flee? I haven’t backed down from anything I want in ages and this isn’t where I want to start. Unfortunately, my aggression hinders me in this situation. He’s a guarded person with keen observation skills. My fascination doesn’t flatter him. I know I’m harmless but that does me no good at all. I wish he’d at least give me a good reason to say no. There are so many to choose from it shouldn’t be a hard question. I’m not arguing against the decision. I didn’t even want to try for romance. He kissed me. He gave me a reason to hope. Maybe he just wanted to finally see my tits after nearly 20 years.

Ezra Furman

Art, mur, Quick Thoughts, Random, Rants, Yoga

I’m exploiting my wedge in a crack. Looking for potential in places no one checks, it’s my way of surveying humanity. People trying something new for the first time are the best forum for growth. Development happens in discomfort and the people we meet are our main source of disruption. Getting comfortable in a routine leads to ruts in behavior. Staying out of ruts is how we move forward. I’m going to a show in Ballard next week just to see the opener, if he is there. The publicist website lists the show but the venue only lists the headliner. Granted, the Tractor always puts on good shows; I’ll have fun no matter what happens. Continue reading Ezra Furman →

Garden Party

Art, Daily Life, mur, Quick Thoughts, Random, Rants, Reasons for Things, Stories, Yoga

I can hear people having sex. I’m at a party where the idea is to be loose. I can’t be loose. I don’t feel comfortable being myself around a group of people without backup. I know people here but I’m missing a partner in crime. The ability to be completely open only happen with trust. I have learned to trust my gut and follow what feels right. Seemingly nonsensical to an observer, I always act with purpose. I like my intelligence and ability to empathize, despite how sharp it makes me. When feeling insecure I use yoga and music is the perfect stress-reliever. Overall, I’m fairly put together. Why can’t I loosen up my emotions? Continue reading Garden Party →

Trivia Night

Art, Daily Life, Mecca, mur, Quick Thoughts, Random, Rants

Someone on this bus smells like feet. I hope it’s not me. Continue reading Trivia Night →

Breaking Backs

Art, Daily Life, Games, mur, Rants, Stories

I see them so plainly now, each crack in the sidewalk that tripped me up last year. Walking down the hill, my feet know where to go without thinking anymore. My knees are remarkably healthy at this point. I do have a huge burn on my side, coinciding with emotional pain like a metaphor. One moment of absent-mindedness taking weeks to heal. I can still see the thin line of 2nd degree in the middle. A crusty coin slot big enough for a quarter. Forcing a smile through the pain and doing yoga daily, I have a chance to gain productivity in the face of outright depression. Continue reading Breaking Backs →

Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Art, Daily Life, Future Plans, mur, Rants, Reasons for Things

He doesn’t even like dogs. How could I fall this hard for someone that doesn’t like dogs? Who the hell am I? Continue reading Hit Me With Your Best Shot →

Memphis Magic

Art, Daily Life, First Impressions, mur, Quick Thoughts, Rants, Stories

It found me again. That undeniable energy drawing purpose out of thin air. Continue reading Memphis Magic →