Got home late, stayed up late cleaning my house and watching Mad Men and having so many feelings.
Watch Friends and eat rainbow sherbert on sale from the Foodtown on a holiday weekend on Saturday night and feel real broke and real single.
Had a long amazing conversation with my friend last night on the Queer Boat Cruise about why Femmes are terrifying to date. It was so illuminating. I hope they let me turn the conversation into a blog post.
Me to Bridget: “You have so much swag and hotness that it feels like a waste if you’re not getting laid.”
Bridget to me: “Craft me that on somethin w/ glitter, then make one for yourself too.”
1680 words written in my memoir tonight!! Here’s an excerpt from the chapter called “Bad Dad.”
“I spoke to the seventeen floors below and the fumbly thirty something butch behind me, ‘Jennifer Michaels you need to know three things. Number one, I don’t really get off on fear. Number two, my safe word is ‘armadillo’. And number three, I need you to wash your hands.’”
She’s working on grad school, I’m working on my memoir. I am the third person she’s battleshipped with on this couch today.
And my cat Bear sat between us, slowly rolling up on Damien. Eventually he leaned in and started licking her computer. I pulled him away, explained how rude that was to him and about five minutes later out of nowhere he meows really loudly as though his offense at the ban on electronic licking was only just registering. Then he jumped off the couch and walked away.
I’ve written 826 words.
There was heavy cloud cover in NYC tonight. Sat patiently on the beach in Coney Island with 2 candles lit, 3 gay witches and a little dog (bitch). The super moon came out for 1 minute, did a little burlesque dance between the clouds. So gorgeous. Feel great about life. Embracing contradictions, feel curious about what’s next.
This is a powerful night/weekend. What are you letting go with the waning moon? What ritual will you do to invite the goddess in?
The song “Done Wrong” popped into my head and I had so many feelings! Ani you are timeless. (I am not really having done wrong feelings, btw, just life transition angst.)
Watch out open vodka bars. I’m unemployed and “strategizing” about my new life direction. Again.
I usually forget that drinking champagne gives me a big drop later. Day drinking champagne and st. germaine plus dredging up feelings I didn’t think would get dredged plus some ridiculous debbie gibson song created an alchemy of tears. I’m going to the World Famous *BOB*’s birthday show tonight so I need to get it together a little bit. This tea will hopefully help.
