June 5th, 2012
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April 6th, 2012
I was talking with someone
telling some story about meeting people who tell me they've read my journal for years
and never contact me until they hire me for a massage or something
everything I've been writing this year is private
and I've been writing a lot
and we're a quarter through the year now
and hardly anything is visible to the casual reader
but anyone who's read me for a long time knows I occasionally stop writing
well... I'm just telling you
I'm doing a project this year where I'm writing everything I can see for to write every day this year
but making it private so I don't have to be polite or discrete or in any way secretive
if any of you want to hear any tales or answers to any specific questions
feel free to leave comments about it and I'll reply as soon as I am able
February 8th, 2012
January 27th, 2012
when I was an early teenager I really hated money
I wrote some fancy A+ essay about it
quoting "head like a hole"
raging on into the night
I had been raised by good people who believed they came from poor, struggling families
that would have been happier if they'd had more money
I was expected to go to school
and from there into further schooling
and from there into some career track
all in order to make money
and make more money
I resented the whole proposition
because I had no interest in making money
and all of my interests withered in the fire of my anger
fed by the willful ignorance of the importance of action through interest; love
supplemented by the ultimate goal: to make money
it should have been a leg on the body
but it was the whole world
I understood it then
but had no perspective
in the discussions I've had over the last two weeks
with my priest friend
grinding me into frustration
to look at aspects of the world that irk me
and I avoid to keep myself from despising
I saw that pattern evident as the root of the problem
Why did our governments sell out to corporations and greedy confidence tricksters sacrificing any sustainable future for quick highs?
why do men destroys the present and future lives of the majority of our population in order to amass more theoretical-number-(not actual)-cash than they could ever possibly use? why have these "rich" people of "the 1%" chosen to abuse "us of the 99%"? And why do "we", especially those most oppressed by this system, believe siding with it will save us from it?
we have been trained to make money. increasingly so, that is all.
for months now I have been imagining a curriculum starting in the earliest of schoolings educating people in emotional literacy and articulation. developing their own "conscience", or individual moral compass. it only now occurs to me that nearly everything I was raised to do was organized not around wholistically experiencing my human life on this fascinating and beautiful planet, not even on other realms available to me from, through, and beyond Here; but primarily to Make Money. As I perceived it in my earlier youth, to transform my life into coin.
the notion is just as utterly offensive to me as a kid as it is to me as adult... but this way of being persists... and the myriad abuses against this wondrous life that I suspected in my ignorance seem only to have more evidence in my experience.
I know that paying attention to these things gives them more energy... but does my ignoring them help to defeat them? must I become monstrous with them in order to help in the battle against them?
is my naturist's jihad against the world of the businessman in error, like all wars are?
I should not even begin...
but seeing this american black man sitting next to me on the plane reading a book by donald trump about getting rich after listening to Leo winje on about how fucked up the world is for two weeks just infuriates me
I'm so grateful to be heading to spend two weeks now with the infant and the toddler
speeding head-long into life with complete openness and enthusiasm and raw sensitivity
please bless me with the presence to set a good example for them
and all I may...
(written on the plane from Oakland to Phoenix at 17:53 CA time, Thursday the 26, 2012)
January 26th, 2012
January 24th, 2012
I don't like secrets
and I don't like lies
they wear me out
I feel they are both necessary in this world
it perpetuates it
but that's part of what we're doing here: keeping the wheel spinning
and we're all expected to play along
I once prided myself in keeping no secrets
now I feel it increasingly necessary to have them
and am often pressured and frustrated by the need
but because of that I have been writing every day on here this year as "private"
so only I can write it
so I don't have to write around any topics
and I don't have to change or avoid any names
and I don't need to be polite or nice
the writing has always been more important to do than to have it read
as far as I know
but I miss singing into the wind
I'm trying to figure out how to make more interesting creations to share
maybe I will someday
I'm going to sleep now
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January 15th, 2012
I remember a bit of last night's dream now
re arranging the furniture in my apartment
away from my windows
to discover a corrugated metal awning outside the windows
looking out at the sea
I could climb out
over some industrial dock...
patch work paint jobs on the ceilings and walls
the many people over
I had so much more space than I had realized...
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January 11th, 2012
Arms @ 02:56 am
a month ago
Gene came to visit
I was surprised
two of the three nights I slept with him
held tight in his arms...
... how long had it been?
a few nights later
I was with Ray
a beautiful connection
...well, a little overwhelmed by good fortune
but not to the point of fantasy
he fell asleep
I lay next to him
wrapt in arms
feeling his body
feeling, thinking through him
wow, how nice
but too exciting
for minutes or hours
I could not sleep
I had to move to the other bed...
then a few nights later
I slept with Koos
talked and dreamed
worked stuff out
simply happy and comfortable
when I was ready to sleep though
I rolled away from him onto my back
when I saw him at the work room later in the day
he told me he didn't sleep at all
that I had rolled back into him
and gripped him tight in my arms
but dared not wake me
and could not sleep
lay the rest of the night holding still
appreciating his predicament
said he was surprised he was able to pry himself loose without waking me
I slept well...
but we didn't sleep well together again after than
nor have I again with any others...
we're those arms of sleeping comfort a gift from that mercury retrograde?
I thought about it then
as I used to often
you who can sleep in cuddling
in my youth
the few I could sleep with...
wrapt in arms
carrying me with them into the blackest ocean....
... but all I want now
i want from me
December 22nd, 2011
wish @ 03:20 pm
did any of you
(from my generation)
listen to Nine Inch Nails as a child
(early teenage years)
and take it all too seriously?
agreeing with every word?
every discordant burst of distortion?
I was reading my journals (from 2006)
to a friend last night
and there was an exchange in there (copied from Skype) with a boy I used to really love
-- we connected via lots of things
music a main one
NIN an important aspect:
he told me later that I believed the music more than he did
-- I remember
when I hit puberty
sitting in church
I had an awful realization:
that all of the congregation
(and society, as I took it)
Believed in all this shit
I had just thought it was some sort of entertainment
he seemed to believe all of this pop music was Theater
= I had taken it all as Gospel
So last night
I showed my (new) friend
the videos for Closer and Wish
he was impressed that this shit was happening in the early '90s
and I elaborated all of the themes in NIN's music from that time:
betrayal by the loved one and God
hatred of the loved one and God
pretty much hopelessness and suffering
mwa mwa mwa
No: not good times
I have Wish stuck in my head today
so many brilliant lines!
fucking monster song...
I remember willfully separating myself from listening to NIN
I took it all too seriously
like Trent was my mouth piece
I did the same with Radiohead and Tori and PJ and Bjork and Morrissey
fortunately I was able to make my way back to some of them as friends
we had grown together
instead of just apart
as I had from some of them
I've never really listened much to anything after Halo 10
but enjoyed the soundtrack to The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
and am glad he's still making music
and is free from having to write lyrics so much
have any of you
around my age
who married Trent
when we were young
stay married to him all these years?
I think he's divorced himself over the years...
I wonder if his beauty is as magnetic as it once was...
December 15th, 2011
December 10th, 2011
very vivid night of dreaming
I closed my eyes
thought of something
a man I could feel an amazing connection with
coming out of the crowd
a large dark bearded
in one dream
I was staying with my brother in his apartment
the parents were visiting
his wife had left
she was Rachel Berry
the colors were Piscean
all blues and purples
the parents were visiting
in the city square outside the building
there was a fair going on
the gate keeper was a handsome late 30 something Beary guy
the owner, similar but much older
every night we were out
we would go through the fair
the gate keeper or owner would always have a package for me
there was always some sort of flirting with them
but I was always with my parents
after the parents left
(was I also my brother? he wasn't louis, though I think my parents were my parents... my brother was more City
tall, business, dapper...)
the partner was large
all painted in blues and purples
I remember telling him I think she did a good job
she selected the colors
outside the window of the room I was sleeping in was a field
then more houses stretching off into the hills
one morning I woke to see steeples and other roof tops spiraling up through the soil
until the field was filled with buildings just like everything else
his wife came over
or her brother?
or was this my sister's husband?
no, it was ...
I thought of him as straight
but as we lay around talking on my bed he kept trying to have sex with me
he convinced me to come with him to a hidden place
we were running down long interior corridors
all green with industrial feel
all metal and big bolts on everything
we kept running
when we'd stop and look in each others eyes
someone would come through the myriad doors
I wasn't sure if I should be doing this
but he was do insistent and ...
in the dream before
when I woke at dawn
there was a van
sleeping in different places...
what was the tension and drive?
similar walking through houses
and confused relationships
now sunk back into my viscera...
December 8th, 2011
ach! @ 06:28 pm
squander the beauty then!
is it limitless?
but we make it!
all endless things...
but why side with ignorance?
free yourself of those desires!
(or all is wasted...)
December 7th, 2011
December 5th, 2011
why shouldn't I kiss him?
his wrinkly face...
I love him
he's part of me
made the way for me
greater than I
in experience and size
the weight of the world
gathered around his heavy thighs
but when he smiles
he's known far more sorrows and joys
that laugh is resigned
but also deeper than any boy's
he sees in me
so many of the dreams of his youth
what he coulda been
and the flickering of his imagining
the lives of so many others he's loved
the beauties on the street
in classes and jobs
the friends he's fallen in love with
carried off into fantasies
maybe with me...
love and imagination
hope and expectation
to see me be something great before his eyes finally close
and all that I might do
long after those
what is it I do for him?
give him inspiration to keep up the work
in the obviously setting sun?
help him lay down his tools and come to rest?
someone to inspire him to top his best?
to make one more great success for a new one who could appreciate it differently than the rest?
it goes far beyond the physical
but why wouldn't I kiss him?
lay naked in bed with him and hold him?
it's not beauty he's lost
my eyes not tricked by that
my heart still enflamed
many mistake worth
many mistake beauty
but would you want to taste an apple before it's ripened?
I prefer maduros
sweet and plump
my love isn't all about devouring
but embodying his whole life
as much as I can fit into
not just getting caught in his crotch
but feeling his full heart
his heavy shoulders
his broad chest
and weary legs
wiggling into his fingers and toes
into his balls
but not living
in just any one part
can we every fully embody another?
can there be a perfect fit?
should we wait for that?
what's more important in a partner?
one I want to look at all the time?
one I can have constant conversation?
(with comfortable knowing silence)
one I can always feel desire for/with?
the hot hot sex?
the making love?
the magical rituals of being
must they be separate?
I have lovers everywhere
I love him to look at
I love him to lay with
hear stories of living
him to be excited about music
and the architecture of the universe
yes, music of the spheres
him to share the drama with
the art of story telling
the others telling
him to listen to my stories
him to eat food with
to be someone to cook for
someone to make clothes for
someone to get dressed for
why just one?
rest in peace
knowing I'm loved by all of them
and The Great
a world of men learning to be in love with each other
hold eachother's hands crossing the street
shoulders in toil
testicals in desire
- to give... recieve... validate... dominate...
learn to respect and reflect each other
resonate in sympathy
nourish eachother to divinity
support eachother into deepest rest
share in the widest joy
and the most arduous suffering
these dreams of mine are so simple and clear
if only they could be so clear
when I'm waking...
December 1st, 2011
ok @ 11:13 pm
we're married now
November 24th, 2011
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November 23rd, 2011