01 Thursday Mar 2012
Posted in Poetry
I have found that people who run in circles slow enough to be able to speak in complete sentences say profoundly dumb things.
Sweaty glistened,
defined rippling,
pale bone;
brain swivels,
mouth jeers,
“i hate those people!”
“i hate those people too!”
a jock chorus,
“booooooo!”
question of the day screeched,
“when you suck each other’s dicks, is it still easy to yell boo?”
brain and eyes snap forward.
they run from me.
01 Thursday Mar 2012
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13, charlottesville, conclusion, hunger, of, strike, university, UVA, va, virginia
“I was thinking that it might do some good. If we robbed the Senate and took all their food.”
So, I am very busy and self absorbed.
So, I made a system.
If someone needs help and can sustain their activity toward self or world improvement for 13 consecutive days. I show up willing to help with all my power and creativity.
Why 13?
13 is supposed to be unlucky.
I was born on September 13.
The 13th step in recovery is naughty and not suggested.
It takes two weeks or 14 days to create a habit.
It takes me about two weeks to find resources for my projects.
So, on day 13 of the UVA Living Wage hunger strike, I showed up.
I had a plan and needed bodies to go all over grounds taking all the edible contents of all the University’s Department kitchens and possibly Carr’s Hill leaving in the food’s place quotes Ghandi had spoken during his hunger strikes.
The food would be placed on the Rotunda steps behind the hunger strikers.
I knew Spring Break was coming, so I found people to donate sleeping bags and tents, so the students could camp out in my back yard until they were allowed to return to the dorms.
I showed up thirty minutes before the 13th hour of the 13th day.
No one approached me or said hello until my friend Frank from Occupy came over and hugged me.
I divulged my plan. He told me he wasn’t sure if anyone was still on strike.
I approached the leaders and asked about the strike status.
And, the last hunger striker had Chinese the night before.
So, I left and went to Holy Comforter’s lunch soup kitchen.
28 Tuesday Feb 2012
Posted in #TNT
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charlottesville, Cville, documentary, fitzhugh, haunani, Lady, naked, of, university, UVA, va, veronica, virginia, youtube
This gallery contains 33 photos.
Grease. There Are Worse Things I Could Do Chorus Line, What I Did For Love Les Miserables, I Dreamed A …
27 Monday Feb 2012
Posted in Opinion
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If you love me,
Callswarm: Tell President Sullivan & BOV Move Up Meeting; Keep Your Promises.
Thank you, love.
26 Sunday Feb 2012
Posted in #TMD
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attraction, benjamin, brad, button, law, LOA, love, of, pitt, romance, secret, synchronicity, the
One of my lovers is in pain tonight. He cannot see or talk to his two young children for a long time.
I flashed to the heart breaking Benjamin Button story where Brad Pitt writes his daughter during his exile from her. He writes to her on her first day of school, her prom, and her first heart break…
He never sends his daughter these letters. Her mother gives them to her long after he is dead on her death bed.
I realized, then, how the daughter must have felt a rush of love in a place she may have not realized was empty.
Feeling abandoned by a parent can really haunt a person.
So, to receive evidence of life long devotion from afar must have been so healing.
So, I asked my lover if he liked to write. He said no.
Then, I remembered how he loved looking over my shoulder when I browse the loads of online photo galleries and blogs.
I told him I could teach him how to set up a blog of pictures of things he wanted to share with his children. Then, when he is reunited with his children, he could show them this gift that he has been preparing during their time apart.
He is in so much pain right now, he is not in a place of giving gifts and living in hope for a reuniting.
Instead, he is in a space of hatred for his children’s mother and wanting to numb out instead of dealing with the pain of his loss.
He is shut down.
I cannot help him.
So, I just type with him next to me, keeping him company, and giving him space.
Also, I realize I have extreme faith that I will soon encounter men who will love, challenge, surprise, and mystify me.
So, I better start showing them how much I adore them.
All of my pieces are an exploration with the goals of being a better lover and amplifying my love.
But, these incredible men deserve specific recognition.
So, each day I will devote at least one blog post “To My Dearest” (#TMD).
26 Sunday Feb 2012
Posted in Love Method
So, when I lived in Tampa, Florida, I dabbled in teaching people the Law of Attraction (LOA) made popular by The Secret franchise.
About a year ago, I decided I wanted “the man” to come into my life, so I made the above video and incorporated it into my daily meditation.
And, he came to me exactly as I asked him to be. And, he brought with him his boyfriend.
I forgot to ask he be heterosexual and single.
Anywho, the three of us have an intimate relationship that boggles my mind and reminds me of how of how blessed I am.
So, I wanted something different. So, I built this blog.
And, he came to me…sexual, into me, straight (enough), and single (enough). And, he comes to me everyday via blog, Facebook, and telephone from London.
And, for those of you who don’t know, I live in Charlottesville, Virginia, USA.
So, I have learned that although my words are very effective in getting what I specifically ask for, they may not be the best in getting me the full concept of what I want.
So, I do this exercise not as an attempt to escape unhappiness or loneliness.
I do this, because I want it all, and I am curious, mystic, and determined enough to tirelessly seek it out and celebrate every find.
Feel free to bookmark this project, as I hope to build to it as I become more immersed in visual art.
“Every Day Sexy: A Call for Constant Erotic Surroundings”
20 Monday Feb 2012
Posted in Poetry
