I think cute stationary store workers are to me as cute baristas were to my ex-husband: catnip. Perhaps my taste in men (and women) really hasn’t changed. I am still lingering in paper shops, preposterously overdressed. Still waiting patiently after the cutie behind the counter deduces my discontent with the color selection of moleskin journals... Continue Reading →

There was that night, at the end of summer, under the meteor shower. Kissing under starlight, and so much more. How we would have taken each other right there if it weren’t for the lone dog walker going by. You had your hand under my skirt and your lips on my neck and I looked... Continue Reading →

Proud of my neurotic little self for buying a fire extinguisher, since it saved my apartment yesterday. I am an anxious mess but I always say I am good in an emergency…and I am. Anyways, after an evening of cooking Christmas dinner with the Kid, we were distracted in the bedroom, when I heard a... Continue Reading →

“My mother made me promise not to sleep with you. She says I am a fuckboi.” “Are you?” “I like to say I am a man for everything. I am good to all my girls.” “All your girls? How many are there?” “Five.” “Your mom is right.” … An evening of polite company, filthy conversation,... Continue Reading →

I went Christmas shopping with my friend D. today, in search of stocking stuffers and an escape from the confines of our respective apartments. We found ourselves in front of the Tom Ford counter, and she gave me the eye. "Didn't the guy wear...?" "Yeah. He did. But I am not thinking about him. Definitely... Continue Reading →

God, I am a bit of a mess today. Actually, I'm not, I'm perfect, I'm exceeding expectations. My life is pretty neatly managed at the moment, I've got my shit together. I worked incredibly hard, it paid off. I also just want to cry a little- but I can't, because my makeup looks flawless. I... Continue Reading →

You're not possessive, at least not so far, but when I set a risqué post to draft- I realized I was curating my smut. That perhaps we have something going that I don't want to risk fucking up. This cursed blog has always been a corner for unedited musings, reckless abandon, and the heart-on-my-sleeve ramblings... Continue Reading →

I dreamt of my mother last night. I had foster children and she was helping me move them into the house. It was wonderful, she was a great help. I bounced a boy on my hip. Maybe it's because I wrapped the gifts for my godchildren before bed? Who knows. But mom was there, we... Continue Reading →

EURYDICE IS BLOOMING! Okay, perhaps she isn’t blooming, but this little troublemaker is growing flower buds! She’s budding! In mid-December! A Christmas miracle! My little minx, joyful and abundant despite the cold. I am so fucking proud of her. I am so proud of myself. I have never kept a plant alive let alone coaxed... Continue Reading →

Come over here and love me already. I think you kind of do. I don’t know if I am lovable anymore, I’m so ready for it, it’s unbecoming. I am un-becoming, coming undone, My skin aches for human touch Yet Saturday I had a gorgeous girl in my bed and She was begging to stay,... Continue Reading →

“If you want to kiss me you have to stop smiling so much.” We’re back at my place, we escaped from the cold weather and the heated protests. First date, lockdown style. We walked through the center and bought some Punsch, and encountered a woman holding a flaming torch. “So…do you want to go back... Continue Reading →