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Archive for August, 2008

Again, the lesson of loud is better. Obama’s speech just finished. I couldn’t turn it up high enough. I wanted his voice to fill the room, to shake the walls, to echo and resonate as strongly as possible in my house and in my body. I fell into the feeling of [...]

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Orgasms fuckin’ rock. So juvenile a sentence, so basic an observation, but so damn true. About an hour ago I was sliding into sad (days off tend to do that to me; I get lost when I’m in charge of where I’m going), and then I decided to dedicate a post-shower chunk of [...]

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favorites.

Today’s a quiet day, windy outside and still inside. Gillian Welch singing through my computer. It’s funny how now that my writing is policed by no one but myself, I still feel compelled to include sex in everything, somehow. Thus, a list of favorites is sex and not. Things that matter* to [...]

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I should be leaving the house right now, but I’m sleepy and quiet, I’d rather write, here. Hello.
Over the weekend I hung out with lots and lots of straight white people. In Salt Lake City. I learned about socks and luggage and saw funny shoes that look like rubber feat. I felt [...]

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