It's been a while, folks.
The recent movement of old school folks making the effort to update more regularly reminded me that I almost never update anymore. What was once an almost-daily ritual has turned into a 'check my friends page almost daily but never say shit' ritual.
Before I go too far, a BIG birthday shoutout to my fuckin man, Mighty Mike. Happy Birthday, brother. I am so glad to have you in my life.
Moving on....
For those of you who don't know, my life has flipped over something crazy in the last 4 months. I'm living in a legit poet house (it's truly a writer in residence situation). And while I love the social and poetic ramifications of the house, it has definitely thrown me off my axis. I'm not an outwardly social person. Sure, I can socialize with the best of them, but I'd really prefer to be alone about 21/24 hours. I've had a few near-breakdowns and some absolute triumphs (both social and artistic.) So I guess, overall, it's a "good with the bad" situation and I'm coming out ahead. The truly best part for me is the relationship I'm continually building with Roger. (Yes, I know, the 2 of us in the same house. And yes, sometimes exactly what you'd expect does indeed happen.) I don't have a lot of close male friends, in Chicago or otherwise, and it's nice to have someone around to confide in, talk shit with, and get drunk near on a daily basis. In addition, my other two roommates, Stacy and Emily Rose, are fucking rad. Building a similar rapport with them has made me very happy as well.
Therefore, LJ'ers, that's where I'm at. That's where I've been and will continue to be for the forseable future. I imagine the next few posts will be about catching up with the other parts of my life. I'll do my best to be more present. Heart cho faces.
Before I go too far, a BIG birthday shoutout to my fuckin man, Mighty Mike. Happy Birthday, brother. I am so glad to have you in my life.
Moving on....
For those of you who don't know, my life has flipped over something crazy in the last 4 months. I'm living in a legit poet house (it's truly a writer in residence situation). And while I love the social and poetic ramifications of the house, it has definitely thrown me off my axis. I'm not an outwardly social person. Sure, I can socialize with the best of them, but I'd really prefer to be alone about 21/24 hours. I've had a few near-breakdowns and some absolute triumphs (both social and artistic.) So I guess, overall, it's a "good with the bad" situation and I'm coming out ahead. The truly best part for me is the relationship I'm continually building with Roger. (Yes, I know, the 2 of us in the same house. And yes, sometimes exactly what you'd expect does indeed happen.) I don't have a lot of close male friends, in Chicago or otherwise, and it's nice to have someone around to confide in, talk shit with, and get drunk near on a daily basis. In addition, my other two roommates, Stacy and Emily Rose, are fucking rad. Building a similar rapport with them has made me very happy as well.
Therefore, LJ'ers, that's where I'm at. That's where I've been and will continue to be for the forseable future. I imagine the next few posts will be about catching up with the other parts of my life. I'll do my best to be more present. Heart cho faces.