11.11.11
Well, hello! It's eleveneleveneleven and I'm writing at eleven. What
more could I ask out of life? A bowl of rice congee, kale, and miso
alongisde a sweet breakfast of coffee and bread pudding (replete with
meringue). Fuck me sideways, as it is said!
I am writing out of practice! Sure, I have never produced as much
content as I have this year, but I am not writing every day. I've been
keeping mildly busy with the quarterly publications of the Sanctuary and
the twice-a-week schedule for the electronic messenger for the local
scene.... but what about for me? My personal writing hasn't made much
recently . . .
All the more reason to light ye olde fire under mine arse for a hot
minute and get something out there. If anything, I'm totally out of
practice with blogging. Vlogging? Please. I don't even have a cell
phone! Then again, I am beginning to question whether or not I am
Luddite in the first place. I sure enjoy getting back to the land yet
it would take a powerful community to really separate from the sheer
amount of technology.
In other news, my friendship with one womyn has encouraged me to look
deeper and question other of my most treasured beliefs -- polyamory
among them. The reason I ask myself is to observe how the patriarchy,
consumer culture, and dynamics which are not rooted in love all inform
my agency in polyamorous pursuit. I know there is love in what I am
doing... and fortunately for me I've been celibate this year, for the
most part intentionally.
There's this guy here at the Sanctuary now who drives me up the wall.
There has been no break -- not a one! -- from visitors this year. Even
during the supposed off seasons, we've been hosting. Some days that's a
great thing and I am happy that we have the company. Other days I just
want to be surrounded by familiar people who I've lived with for the
past three years. This guy, though... fuckin' weaselly as shit and I'm
sure he's going to be riding me for personal time. I am not interested
-- and I need to figure out that aspect of my life here because it is
draining in unfair ways.
There's more to say but I'm keeping most of it to myself for the
moment... I just wanted to practice free writing -- so to speak.
HAPPY 11/11/11 ! ! !
more could I ask out of life? A bowl of rice congee, kale, and miso
alongisde a sweet breakfast of coffee and bread pudding (replete with
meringue). Fuck me sideways, as it is said!
I am writing out of practice! Sure, I have never produced as much
content as I have this year, but I am not writing every day. I've been
keeping mildly busy with the quarterly publications of the Sanctuary and
the twice-a-week schedule for the electronic messenger for the local
scene.... but what about for me? My personal writing hasn't made much
recently . . .
All the more reason to light ye olde fire under mine arse for a hot
minute and get something out there. If anything, I'm totally out of
practice with blogging. Vlogging? Please. I don't even have a cell
phone! Then again, I am beginning to question whether or not I am
Luddite in the first place. I sure enjoy getting back to the land yet
it would take a powerful community to really separate from the sheer
amount of technology.
In other news, my friendship with one womyn has encouraged me to look
deeper and question other of my most treasured beliefs -- polyamory
among them. The reason I ask myself is to observe how the patriarchy,
consumer culture, and dynamics which are not rooted in love all inform
my agency in polyamorous pursuit. I know there is love in what I am
doing... and fortunately for me I've been celibate this year, for the
most part intentionally.
There's this guy here at the Sanctuary now who drives me up the wall.
There has been no break -- not a one! -- from visitors this year. Even
during the supposed off seasons, we've been hosting. Some days that's a
great thing and I am happy that we have the company. Other days I just
want to be surrounded by familiar people who I've lived with for the
past three years. This guy, though... fuckin' weaselly as shit and I'm
sure he's going to be riding me for personal time. I am not interested
-- and I need to figure out that aspect of my life here because it is
draining in unfair ways.
There's more to say but I'm keeping most of it to myself for the
moment... I just wanted to practice free writing -- so to speak.
HAPPY 11/11/11 ! ! !