GOD THIS IS SO FUCKING IMPORTANT
I try to remember my childhood and I always come up on a matte, black impermeable layer. I see nothing. My only memories are the narratives I’ve practiced over and over again - like the time I was bitten by a snake or the time I pushed my sister down the stairs or when the woods behind my house caught smoldering fire. These tales so rehearsed and re-remembered that I doubt their validity && truth. What is under that mental sludge? How do I get there?What happened to me beyond the stories I’ve made into me?
I am thinking about the ways we must try and survive ourselves.
Anonymous asked: no coffee mornings?? no coffee? coff? ee? no?
I graduated from college with a really solid idea of how to be successful; A Job, A Rich Boyfriend, A Place to Live. I quit all of that because my self didn’t sit well with the denial of desire required for constant, unfulfilling work and relationships. I wandered the planet. I put my fingers in the sand on three continents. I spent so much time looking outward that I forgot to keep track of myself.
Super into Alison Bechdel, no coffee mornings, && silence recently.
I’m really passionate about coffee shops && coffee bc I enjoy seeing other humans working on creative enterprises, particularly writing && reading, in public, because I like that in a world where free collective indoor spaces are limited/nonexistent, the price of a coffee is a low barrier to entry, and because I enjoy the company of others without the pressure to socialize if I don’t have the energy for high levels of conversation or extroversion.
BAY AREA, I’M COMING FOR YOU.
Halloween fun times! I’ll be in/around SF until the end of the weekend. Do y’all have suggestions or want to meet up for fun times? Message me and let’s do it! My lady and an awesome friend are traveling in the van so we have sleeping space, but friends and adventures would be lovely.