you guys are fantastic.
i had three people message me about providing another year here. the brilliant, handsome Scheisskopf was the first to come through. so thank you, good sir.
i've been a member of this community since the tender age of 18, hah, as opposed to the now seemingly more tender age of 23. i've met some of my best real life friends from this site and had some of my best real life adventures because of this site.
weird
and awesome.
i've never had a myspace, facebook, never even instant messaged.
this is my sole online dealings, save for e-mail. i am a hillbilly in a shack somewhere.
and i really haven't been around at all lately. the demand of summer and limited internet access is mainly to blame. i actually miss having a computer. can't wait to have the fundage for a new little macbook. gaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
at the moment i am drunk on coffee left over from this morning, iced down, and bourboned up. one of my favorite chics ever is visiting from austin. today we drove out to the sacred jemez with todd coyote. splashed in a pounding waterfall of icy mountain spring water set against blood red rocks. came home and had late afternoon sexy time with the dude. napped and awoke just in time for sunset on the porch. it was especially spectacular this evening with booming thunderheads and rain storms on the south mesa illuminated pink and purple.
friday me and my girl catered a lesbian quaker wedding in the south valley. yestersday was a haze of red wine ginger spritzers and three hours making eggrolls in the kitchen, in my bikini top to stay cool, and weilding an enormous cleaver like some chef gone mad. i talk to my food. talk to the stove. to the wok, oil, the fragrant, steaming bamboo shoots, and fluttering mosquito. blissed out in my kitchen.
tomorrow we'll take the train to santa fe, then art modeling on tuesday at a beautiful studio in placitas.
i'm broke but nourished. content on love, good food, booze, and so many good people.
i've never been so inpsired by a place. i am o'keefe, a storm of creation in northern new mexico. virginia woolf seeking serenity in the english countryside. gaugain (sp) gone tropical and intoxicated on the beauty of the native women, burroughs in tangier, henry miller discovering spiritual bliss and oneness with the universe of light in greece, hemingway drunken and debauched in cuba.
i am home. i spend the mornings walking my dog past the museums to tigeux park, breathing in the sunrise one color at a time, gathering sage, speckled magenta, desert willow blooms, and sunflowers along the way. picking rosemary for the night's roast chicken. lavendar for my bath water. then home again to harvest the figs from the tree out front, and green granny smiths from the tree out back. i keep fresh flowers on the table, the kitchen clean, the porch swept, the dog fed, the man happy. i've never felt so fulfilled. i want to grow roses and bake pies and keep the bathroom clean. i want to make jewelry, paint, take pictures, and fuck the man i love.
it appears that i am getting all that i want at the moment. neat!
i will be setting up an online etsy store soon for my jewelry, Hillbilly Rasquache. everything is more difficult when you have to use someone elses computer though, so bear with me. i am marketing a lot of my necklaces as dual pendulums. they are composed of beads, baubles, chains, and vintage pendants that i have been gathered all around the world for years. they hold powerful energies. if i can figure out how, i will make a video instructional on how to use a pendulum.
now for a photo dump. it took me twenty fucking minutes to wait for this dinosaur of a computron to upload 18 photos on photofucket. and i'll slowly be trickling in greece photos, along with retrtrospective commmentary.
cheers, ya'll.
xoxo
hirsuta!
prophets and whores. junkies, dolls, and saints.
dead little dude
take away all the metal and you'd never know they weren't just two neanderthals. my man on the left.
the full moon woke me up at two the other morning to take it's portrait with the sunflowers on my porch.
i am here and so far away.
i had three people message me about providing another year here. the brilliant, handsome Scheisskopf was the first to come through. so thank you, good sir.
i've been a member of this community since the tender age of 18, hah, as opposed to the now seemingly more tender age of 23. i've met some of my best real life friends from this site and had some of my best real life adventures because of this site.
weird
and awesome.
i've never had a myspace, facebook, never even instant messaged.
this is my sole online dealings, save for e-mail. i am a hillbilly in a shack somewhere.
and i really haven't been around at all lately. the demand of summer and limited internet access is mainly to blame. i actually miss having a computer. can't wait to have the fundage for a new little macbook. gaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
at the moment i am drunk on coffee left over from this morning, iced down, and bourboned up. one of my favorite chics ever is visiting from austin. today we drove out to the sacred jemez with todd coyote. splashed in a pounding waterfall of icy mountain spring water set against blood red rocks. came home and had late afternoon sexy time with the dude. napped and awoke just in time for sunset on the porch. it was especially spectacular this evening with booming thunderheads and rain storms on the south mesa illuminated pink and purple.
friday me and my girl catered a lesbian quaker wedding in the south valley. yestersday was a haze of red wine ginger spritzers and three hours making eggrolls in the kitchen, in my bikini top to stay cool, and weilding an enormous cleaver like some chef gone mad. i talk to my food. talk to the stove. to the wok, oil, the fragrant, steaming bamboo shoots, and fluttering mosquito. blissed out in my kitchen.
tomorrow we'll take the train to santa fe, then art modeling on tuesday at a beautiful studio in placitas.
i'm broke but nourished. content on love, good food, booze, and so many good people.
i've never been so inpsired by a place. i am o'keefe, a storm of creation in northern new mexico. virginia woolf seeking serenity in the english countryside. gaugain (sp) gone tropical and intoxicated on the beauty of the native women, burroughs in tangier, henry miller discovering spiritual bliss and oneness with the universe of light in greece, hemingway drunken and debauched in cuba.
i am home. i spend the mornings walking my dog past the museums to tigeux park, breathing in the sunrise one color at a time, gathering sage, speckled magenta, desert willow blooms, and sunflowers along the way. picking rosemary for the night's roast chicken. lavendar for my bath water. then home again to harvest the figs from the tree out front, and green granny smiths from the tree out back. i keep fresh flowers on the table, the kitchen clean, the porch swept, the dog fed, the man happy. i've never felt so fulfilled. i want to grow roses and bake pies and keep the bathroom clean. i want to make jewelry, paint, take pictures, and fuck the man i love.
it appears that i am getting all that i want at the moment. neat!
i will be setting up an online etsy store soon for my jewelry, Hillbilly Rasquache. everything is more difficult when you have to use someone elses computer though, so bear with me. i am marketing a lot of my necklaces as dual pendulums. they are composed of beads, baubles, chains, and vintage pendants that i have been gathered all around the world for years. they hold powerful energies. if i can figure out how, i will make a video instructional on how to use a pendulum.
now for a photo dump. it took me twenty fucking minutes to wait for this dinosaur of a computron to upload 18 photos on photofucket. and i'll slowly be trickling in greece photos, along with retrtrospective commmentary.
cheers, ya'll.
xoxo
hirsuta!
prophets and whores. junkies, dolls, and saints.
dead little dude
take away all the metal and you'd never know they weren't just two neanderthals. my man on the left.
the full moon woke me up at two the other morning to take it's portrait with the sunflowers on my porch.
i am here and so far away.
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fixer:
Hope all's been well with you, sugah!
barely:
you're kind of inspiring. by kind of, i mean you really fucking are. (: keep living the life, lady love.