scooter vision
My partner Gracie set this live journal up for me with some skepticism on my part that I would never "use" the journal entry part. But now...why the hell not.
I am often in awe of the things that she writes so at times I ask myself what on earth could I write that could make people belly laugh or bring people to tears as she can do. Well, you know what...I'm a completely different person and I'm going to use this journal to make me feel better and release some of this bottled up frustration I have for the community that unfortunately surrounds me at this time.
I'm a California girl, through and through. I will be honest and say not a native but damn close. I have sand and surf, and palm leaves running through my now clogged arteries. To most people (and there are damn few here in Boston)I seem like an extrovert considering my chosen profession as a photographer, now retired. If that is indeed true, living in Boston, Mass., New England, east coast, on the planet earth is by far the most mind numbing experience I have ever had to endure. The only person in 10 years of being here is Gracie who breathes life into me every day by her ability to resuscitate me by finding humor, whether imaginary or not (unless it concerns her mother who would piss Christ off.)I also revive everyday by watching her develop into the person she was meant to be and I don't have to pay admission.
After ten years in Boston I only have friends that are Gracie's friends. I am a person who will speak to anyone, doesn't matter: race, creed, size, shape, sex, age, upright, prone, mime, alien.
And there's the rub: unfortunately living here in Boston, Mass, New England, east coast, on the planet earth, race, creed, size, shape, sex, age, upright, prone, mime, alien...does matter.
And in some ways that gives me hope...that Gracie and I won't be here much longer and will return to the land of sunshine and people who will take the time to at least notice you are standing outside of their personal bubble and trying to make a connection.
I am often in awe of the things that she writes so at times I ask myself what on earth could I write that could make people belly laugh or bring people to tears as she can do. Well, you know what...I'm a completely different person and I'm going to use this journal to make me feel better and release some of this bottled up frustration I have for the community that unfortunately surrounds me at this time.
I'm a California girl, through and through. I will be honest and say not a native but damn close. I have sand and surf, and palm leaves running through my now clogged arteries. To most people (and there are damn few here in Boston)I seem like an extrovert considering my chosen profession as a photographer, now retired. If that is indeed true, living in Boston, Mass., New England, east coast, on the planet earth is by far the most mind numbing experience I have ever had to endure. The only person in 10 years of being here is Gracie who breathes life into me every day by her ability to resuscitate me by finding humor, whether imaginary or not (unless it concerns her mother who would piss Christ off.)I also revive everyday by watching her develop into the person she was meant to be and I don't have to pay admission.
After ten years in Boston I only have friends that are Gracie's friends. I am a person who will speak to anyone, doesn't matter: race, creed, size, shape, sex, age, upright, prone, mime, alien.
And there's the rub: unfortunately living here in Boston, Mass, New England, east coast, on the planet earth, race, creed, size, shape, sex, age, upright, prone, mime, alien...does matter.
And in some ways that gives me hope...that Gracie and I won't be here much longer and will return to the land of sunshine and people who will take the time to at least notice you are standing outside of their personal bubble and trying to make a connection.