Saturday, February 28, 2015

February

For the last few years I've written almost daily in February. This time I took it off to go live life. 


This was a good decisions. 

So many stories to tell! 

Among other things I have exploding dildos, plays, dance, art, and a visit to New York from my lady love. 

There is caviar and lavender confit in there somewhere too. 

So, there are stories.

Monday, February 02, 2015

Out, Out

To prepare for the Shakespeare party we were both a set of characters. Mine was not memorizing lines, but simply content with being who I am. Skull dress and all. Hellion was going as young Hamlet, and for himself, as at ticket to the party, he was memorizing was oft-quoted soliloquy to reality which I listened to and commented on as he studied.

“What am I doing in this skull dress, though, what do I represent, how is this Shakespearean?”

“Shakespeare has a lot of death in it.”

I thought about that and as the Demon Child worked on his lines it came to me.

So I donned the skull dress and found a long, lengthy red sash that I had tucked in my closet for no real purpose and tied it about the waist of the dress.

“What do you think?”

“It looks nice.”

“No, I’m Lady Macbeth. Out, out, damned spot and all that.”

“I think it works!”

I think it worked, too.

We hit the trains and hit the party and I was finally inducted a bit into at least a part of the art scene in New York City. As I need communities to feel grounded as a general rule, I was happy to at least get a toe in the water of this particular community.