Today is Christmas Eve 2015, and I have never reached this peak of euphoria. It is the necter of the gods, this ambrosial feeling. First, Loving me has NVR been quite so amazing. Even in a women's shelter, I find myself showered with complements from the women who have come from different walks of life and different generations to formulate a sect of femininity in its finest. I have never felt sexier and more intact in my life, regardless of the situation.
With that being said, I found the courage to have joyful coitus outside. The love I felt flowing from Richard into me was something I've missed thoroughly. It was never about the sex, but the intimacy that the act entales. We've committed to each other, his ring costing the same as mine, a single George Washington bill that means the world to me despite my views on engagement rings. I've always wanted a 5k diamond ring, but at that moment, it didn't matter. Upgrades can always happen in the future, but the future seems more secure with this piece of metal on my finger.
Being homeless has somehow brought us together and clarified the issues with our relationship. My path in life has never been clearer.
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Monday, November 23, 2015
Uno
Today is November 23, 2015 and I've found myself in a place I would have never seen my self being a couple years prior. I'm in a shelter in the bronx, sitting in the lobby, waiting for intake and a bed. A positive attitude is a must, because what am I going to do? Feel sorry for myself? I already mourned my situation in the psych ward.
Being sprung from the coop was liberating, even though I met such beautiful souls who were broken, just as I was. There were artists, business men, yoga instructors and aspiring actresses, daughters of narcesisists who colored their hair lavender and gravitated to the scent, daughters who grew up having everything and me, who grew up with nothing.
Interestingly enough, we were all there for the same reason, we were fuckd up. Interestingly, you can have everything, you can have nothing and still be fuckd up.
That's why, I sit in his waiting room with a smile on my face as I pen these words. I'm at the bottom here, but all I can see from here is up.
If at 24, I am homeless, that must mean I have a hell of a lot to offer this world, and my success will be unimaginable.
Being sprung from the coop was liberating, even though I met such beautiful souls who were broken, just as I was. There were artists, business men, yoga instructors and aspiring actresses, daughters of narcesisists who colored their hair lavender and gravitated to the scent, daughters who grew up having everything and me, who grew up with nothing.
Interestingly enough, we were all there for the same reason, we were fuckd up. Interestingly, you can have everything, you can have nothing and still be fuckd up.
That's why, I sit in his waiting room with a smile on my face as I pen these words. I'm at the bottom here, but all I can see from here is up.
If at 24, I am homeless, that must mean I have a hell of a lot to offer this world, and my success will be unimaginable.
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