Я бы с радостью завела у себя дома себя же восьмилетней давности. What the heck is that supposed to mean?

Time drips slowly, meditatively, until random blips and pings mark another hour, another Friday, a new month. I am bathed in solitude; so much of it, as a matter of fact, that I can jar it and make a nice buck on ebay. It's easy to be alone at thirty, because you still got your health but already discarded the imaginary fears of youth. (Me: old ( Read more... )

Being a classy, humorless lady, I figured that what's a better way to commemorate the upcoming annual visitation to the land of Puerto Ricans than by cooking a pot of arroz con pollo with a splash of Bacardi Passion Fruit cooler. Imagine finding a doctorate program there and not returning!

On some days it's easier to run into a former love or lover who'd offer to take you to St. Mark's hotel this very instant for hours and hours of pleasure than track down a pack of puny batteries to resuscitate a vibrator.

I am ready for some magic realism.

Today is one of those days when I miss having a close friend: someone who'd call me out on my bullshit, set the boundaries and give a hug at the end of the night. As usual, I am my own mami-papi-everything else, wrapped up in The North Face sweatshirt ( Read more... )

It is hard not to sound like a diluted version of an Oprah’s book club pick, when you are trying to shed the old skin. There’s always a curious “what if” looming in the back of the mind. When I shed this irradiated, marked and possibly fatal covering, would the new one be smoother, softer, more tanned? (Definitely more tanned because how could ( Read more... )

January 3rd - they're showing "Mad Hot Ballroom" at the First Saturdays night in Brooklyn Museum. Followed by waltz and house music.

It's a snow day, and I don't have to go to work!

I have some new Latin American stuff to read, a quarter bottle of red and a box of clementines.

Also someone who said that he can't wait to see me.

The cheap jade ring from Chinatown he gave me at the end of the summer split in two while I was riding the subway to Brooklyn last night.
I kinda liked it, but can't argue with the fact that this is the end of it.