Non-monogamy is a way of life for some people. I’m still feeling it out, skeptical at the very least. Continue reading Who’s Polly?
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$260 in tips on $800 in sales.
Just Being Myself
I know better than to engage with the regulars. Especially on a Sunday night when I’m just-off-work sober and cumulatively they’re eleventy sheets to the wind. Bar regulars subsist on a social hierarchy extrapolated from amount of time, money and drama spent there. Usually, only the employees appreciate exactly how the math works out. Earning a job in the Streamline kitchen is one of my more proud moments. It’s the kind of job you only get if you are accepted as part of a family. Getting a paycheck moves me into VIP status so subtle it almost looks like work. Fortunately, I come equipped with elbow grease. Continue reading Just Being Myself
Isle of Dogs (No Spoilers)
“Can I pet your dog,” asks a perfectly nice person.
“No,” I state unapologetically, “she bites.”
The thing I love most about Bette is that she took her job seriously. My dog the moment I looked her in the eye, we had a tacit agreement – I’ve got your back. The balance between us felt natural, no need for language. Continue reading Isle of Dogs (No Spoilers)
Women’s March
“Maybe we should take a break after this,” he sighs on the third ball of Medieval Madness. It’s about eleven on Friday night. The crowd has thinned slightly and this first date is bordering on bad. Thanks to an excess of 1st dates, I’ve developed intuition for match potential that outclasses any existing algorithm. Especially when it comes to the internet. Communication is difficult even under ideal circumstances and my superpower is filtering bullshit. Meeting amidst the romantic morass of OK Cupid, Allen began with a brick-through-the-window statement, “I want to meet you.” Continue reading Women’s March
Mr. Obvious
“Wow! You’re hot!,” he says, obviously slap-on-your-ass plastered.
“I know,” purring Cheshirely.
It’s A Fact
No one actually likes me. I don’t say this to deprecate myself, it’s just fact. The very few friends I have don’t hear from me often, keeping them friends longer. There are times I’ll meet someone and feel a special connection. A spark of recognition in the vast darkness. Those people are cherished for as long as they’ll have me. Sometimes it’s just a day. Once, it was a decade. I savor the experience more now than I did, perhaps because I am spoiled with opportunity. I just know I can’t let my guard down because that’s when I get hurt. Continue reading It’s A Fact
Self Reconstruction
When bitten by the bug to clean things up I sometimes take it to the extreme. For example, last week I drop LSD and decide to clean up a pile of clutter in the corner of my front room. Pulling that thread leads to the demolition and subsequent reconstruction of an apartment I moved into 2 years ago. When the dust settles four hours later, I’m naked and sweaty with dirt stuck to my slick skin like war paint. Everything’s different and all that’s left of the old arrangement is a small pile of detritus in the center of the room. I feel refreshed. Continue reading Self Reconstruction
Scott Rosen, Pt. 2
Seeing what I could be, I’m happy for the chance to die. Parting the veil makes it easy to resist the laze of wealth. Languishing in the adventure of whatever level of ass-kissing your money can buy. I’ve been there, more efficiently. Not to discount the classical discovery of an adult scampering across the ocean in search of meaning but it doesn’t take that much to see where effort is needed. Continuing to ignore universe in favor of your own ego? I’m just not that blind. Continue reading Scott Rosen, Pt. 2