I listened to a little bit of the speeches of the Republican National Convention last night. I was irritated from the start but I forced myself to listen.
Within the first few moments, the esteemed Dennis Hastert was nailing John Kerry, by name. He went on the attack almost from the beginning.
Instead of telling me how [...]
Entries from August 2004
poor sportsmanship
August 31, 2004
Tuesday August 31, 2004
August 31, 2004
I listened to a little bit of the speeches of the Republican National Convention last night. I was irritated from the start but I forced myself to listen.
Within the first few moments, the esteemed Dennis Hastert was nailing John Kerry, by name. He went on the attack almost from the beginning.
Instead of telling [...]
personal revolt
August 31, 2004
I recently wrote this to someone: I’m ready to love and give and dream again. I haven’t had that for a very long time.
I’ve always found a way to be distant, to be removed from people. I’ll let you in…but only so far. If I let you in further, I risk something. I risk losing [...]
passion
August 30, 2004
A friend and I were recently talking about passion. He told me that he was speaking with a woman and asked her to write down 10 of her passions. She couldn’t do it. She had 2 that she could write down. He gave her leeway. He offered to let her break down one of her [...]
Monday August 30, 2004
August 30, 2004
A friend and I were recently talking about passion. He told me that he was speaking with a woman and asked her to write down 10 of her passions. She couldn’t do it. She had 2 that she could write down. He gave her leeway. He offered to let her break down one of her [...]
come to me in darkness
August 30, 2004
I want him to come to me under the cover of darkness: whether it is night or I’m blindfolded or my eyes are closed, I want it dark. I want to have to rely on my other senses to appreciate our togetherness.
Will I hear his boots on the floor first or will I smell his [...]
love letters
August 29, 2004
I want to write my lover letters. I’m not talking about post-it notes strategically placed here and there to remind him of me throughout the day. I’m not talking about short postcards to tell him that I’m thinking of him. I want to write him love letters in the grand spirit of the Adamses, the [...]
Sunday August 29, 2004
August 29, 2004
I want to write my lover letters. I’m not talking about post-it notes strategically placed here and there to remind him of me throughout the day. I’m not talking about short postcards to tell him that I’m thinking of him. I want to write him love letters in the grand spirit of the Adamses, the [...]
being real
August 29, 2004
There are times when the best things to be said have already been written and recorded. Today, The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams is one of those things. I’m thinking about what makes us tick, what makes us do the things we do.
The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the [...]
Friday August 27, 2004
August 27, 2004
Today, I will give you some of my own words:
I am the color pink.
Today
I
am
pink.
Pink toenails.
Pink sheen to the tone of my skin.
Soft, golden red tendrils of hairfalling tothe pinkof my neck.
I
am
pink
today.
The heat of pinkglowingacrossmy breasts.
Pink.
I
am.
Fullsoftwelcominglips.
Pink.