One minute you’re polyamorous and it seems like the possibilities are endless,
and the next you spend all day in your room hating every single one of your [mostly former but also current - I am fickle] partners and wanting to be completely alone.
Men are the worst. Also, flakey women (I am one of them and now I know how it feels)
Oh yeah. I have been drinking everyday this weekend with a painter. IDK if it’s going anywhere but we brushed hands while watching The Gate last night at the warehouse. Hawt. God bless ‘murrica.
I think I’m going to make this blog completely private from now on, but if you want to follow my new (old) blog that I’m also not posting on anymore (someone is internet-stalking me but it’s under control I have all his info and I notified everyone I know) and/or my new (new) ultra super secret blog I will give you the links.
And last night I became one of the coolest people in West Oakland for throwing an amazing birthday show at my house. I even got to read one of my poems on a microphone. I was flirting with a ‘radical’ Salvadorian guy for half an hour, only to have him hurl insults at me the moment I started having a platonic conversation with his Bolivian friend. This is why I am polyamorous and a fucking cunt! I almost forgot. Dickhead. We ended up kicking him out later because he was harassing other people.
I was invited to a wild orgy by a guy named Sugar Plum, a banjo-playing former Quaker from upstate New York, but I gracefully declined and gave him my number to hang out one-on-one instead. I mean, orgies are cool in pornos but I can’t see a punk rock orgy at a squat playing out that well for me. It takes me a long time to orgasm the first few times I have sex with someone as it is. And what the fuck am I gona do with that many dicks and cooters? Ew.
Tonight I’m going out with Edgar, though I really can’t imagine it being that fun because I have a lovely bruise the diameter of a clementine in the middle of my spine and a heavy menstrual flow. He offered to fly us out to Mexico for a short vacation in May. Four dates and we already have traveling plans - the perks of dating a scientist. Why didn’t I date a scientist sooner? He is a full year younger than me and he’s got his shit figured out. God I envy him.
I just wanted to let ya’ll know that I’m in the dating game again and polyamorous and free and poor and wonderful. I am meeting new people and building trust in my relationships. I love it. This is the life I have always wanted.
I spent the weekend in LA with Doug. I took the cats. Here’s to a new year.
P.S. it was literally great
Said it is only a paper moon
sailing over a cardboard sea,
but it wouldn’t be make believe
if you believed in me.
What is there left to say?
I’m becoming a witch
