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Slide into your bed
Slide into your bed.
Wiggle my toes, wiggle my nose, happily.
reach for you, blocked, reach again, hungry now and hungry then but more aware now. Somehow infinite pull of fabric to reach your warmth.
I’m home. We sigh, probably simultaneously, pulls me temporarily from my sudden love drunk stupor, I whisper over the hush: hmm love?
I love you.
Engaging your stare, pull you in: mentally, physically, spiritually. We’re alone but now we’re truly alone: the only 2 in this microcosm of our truth, our connection.
I greedily burrow into your chest, not letting my mind think but letting my body act. The ease in which you have found me is startling and I let out a laugh.
Mm baby?, you coo.
I love you too,
I love you, too.
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This is the bill they’re trying to sneak through before the end of the month. Don;t let them do it. Call your senators. (202) 224-3121
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Domestic Delights
Yesterday, my sweetheart and I went on what was supposed to be a quick trip to Ross to buy a suitcase.
Usually, this is not a story to write anything about. Usually, it’s a story that might involve some mention of crowds, or lack of parking spaces, or things taking longer than expected and maybe a Oh My God: is she paying by check?
Usually.
We waltzed in (and for how I’ve been feeling with her, this suits), ventured into the store lazily, and perused their suitcases. This one is too big, this one is too basic, this one is just right.
For one, I got inordinately excited about my new blue carry-on roller. It was light, it was pretty, but more than that it meant that things were changing. My love found hers after grappling with cost/value for a hot second.
See: I’m grown up now, or so they tell me; but I feel the same inside, in my brain, where it matters. Maybe more wise, but not older. But this didn’t stop us from deciding to take our newly fangled domestic bliss and roll it around the mall like a couple of kids who can make toys out a bit of string, a dead fly and a Highlights (fun with a PURPOSE) magazine if left to their own devices.
“We’re adults!” I said gleefully, spinning my little blue in circles, trying to get the spin just right to land perfectly back into my waiting palm.
We marveled about how time didn’t matter, moments and sanity did. We took our moments and treasured them. Made what was once trivial, anxiety-inducing and annoying and made it worth blogging about.
I can’t express how important we are, my love. How right. There’s a magic here, and it can’t be denied.
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These words are electric.
Don’t screw this up
She whispered to no one
For every possible reason.
Silence came back
An electric pulse of all
She ever believed in:
A raging wave of failure
Lapping a shore on fire.
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Neptune
Since my lovely gave me access to Spotify, I have really enjoyed the Daily Mixes function. There’s been a few new songs that capture my attention, usually fleetingly, and I forget to press helpful buttons like “save”.
Not this time.
This time, I was on my way to work, flipping through some of the selections in mix #3 which happens to be all the indie stuff Spotify correctly pigeonholed me as liking (I should mention here that my Daily Mix #1 contains more than a few spoonfuls of Chicago, because Chicago and, you know, Hall and Oates).
The soft, plantive voice immediately got my attention. “That sounds like Sufjan.” but the track was (incorrectly) attributed to James McAllister. As I listened, and the track moved and swelled over the course of its brief timeline, I knew immediately I needed to hear it again. Again. Again. Again.
Nearly moved to tears without really knowing the lyrics, except for one that stood out. “It’s best if I drown.” which was poignant in ways that touched me, but for whatever reason didn’t feel fully emo. It was also the way everything was sung. Matter-of-factly, but with a depth of emotion that was accessible and inviting, even as it was detached.
As the horns and strings pulsed at the ending refrain, my heart filled with a longing, a sensation that we were not alone and yet so alone. A feeling that Neptune must know well.
Check it out: https://youtu.be/A2V_NF4HH6A
Spoiler Alert: it is Sufjan, and others. Including Mr. McAllister. The entire album is something I haven’t quite jumped into to fully. I can hardly get past this first track.
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So true.
The signs at the Oscars
Aquarius- Best supporting actor
Pisces- Best set design
Aries- Best picture
Taurus- Best actor
Gemini- Best director
Cancer- Best musical score
Leo - no.
Virgo- Best original score
Libra- Best animated film
Scorpio- Best supporting actress
Sagittarius- Best actress
Capricorn- Best costume design
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