A few months ago, I met a boy. He was handsome, kind and completely infatuated with me. A surplus of free time and unwise spending habits ensconced us in a romantic shell of speculative dreams. My unfettered joy for life is intoxicating thing to be around and I’m very aware of it. I often reminded him that his feelings are temporary and I have no plans to be anyone’s girlfriend. Not dissuaded, he continued to spend time with me as often as possible and make overtures to our future happiness. Continue reading Solidly Integral
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Saturday in Queen Anne
On a Saturday, I walk down to the Mecca the same way I do most every day. This is the day when at least one person comments on my hair or clothes or tattoos. Never fails.
The agreed assumption that I’m not out of place because “hey, it’s Seattle”. If that’s the case, why am I still the only one? In the future I’m plan to randomly comment on how great khaki pants are with all the sincerity I can muster.
Maya Koshka
I got mad at Maya today. She’s been especially unsettled this past week. She didn’t seem to mind when Bryn never returned last weekend. I wonder if there might be a delay in her reaction. Clingier than normal, she won’t give me a minute of peace while I’m at home. After spending a whole afternoon trying to hold her and getting rebuked I finally snapped, “What do you want from me?” Continue reading Maya Koshka
Pride
The Seattle Pride march happens this month and I don’t think I can make it. I don’t having anything to be proud of. I have the look and I have the attitude. I’m lacking any substance. Resembling a cliche doesn’t fill you with all its nougat-y goodness. The culture I discovered last month has a number of factions that would like my attention. Chomping at the bit over what method of destruction I will choose the stench of fresh meat draws the attention of most predators. The advantage I showed up with is not so easily falling sway. Continue reading Pride
Patreon
I do a lot to avoid discomfort. I’ve had habits, dependencies, addictions and resolve. I’m preventing myself from doing something bad more times than I’ve done the bad thing. The bad things I’ve done often pale in comparison to the truly unkind. But I feel everything the people around me feel. I can’t exist without knowing both sides of the struggle because that line in the middle is exactly where I want to be. I have a personality of extremes and depths of the ocean. That’s a lot of terrain to cover in a human lifetime. I’ve kept my mouth shut long enough about the things I don’t know about. It’s time to talk about the things I do know about. Continue reading Patreon
Hair
I don’t particularly find hair sexy. I’m not a huge fan of hairless either. It’s a strange paradox that amuses me. Continue reading Hair
Solitude versus “alone time”
Looking around social media, I regularly see individuals discussing how introverted they are and how hard it is to be so misunderstood all the time. Let’s ignore for a second that posting to Facebook every 30 minutes is the opposite of introverted behavior. Why is everyone clamoring for the label all of a sudden? There’s no glory in being reticent. Well-known introverts only got recognition after a lifetime of introspection and solitude. You’re only the quiet one if you don’t saying anything about it. Continue reading Solitude versus “alone time”
RIP Bryn Kitty
Walking down the hill, I know what’s going to happen. Part of me is still in denial. Maybe she’s doing better? Maybe the vet has a new idea? Maybe there’s a cure to getting older? I know it’s not true. I know I’m walking my 16-year old cat to her last vet appointment. I feel like a horrible person. Continue reading RIP Bryn Kitty
Spectrums
The most important thing I learned in Psych 101 is that phobia are not just fears. Fear, worry and other forms of discomfort are natural feelings that everyone has from time to time. A phobia is a condition where something specific triggers a fear so crippling it prevents someone’s daily routine. A fear of heights means you get nervous crossing a bridge. A phobia of heights is when you choose to drive a hour out of your way to avoid taking a bridge. Continue reading Spectrums