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places to visit:
Center for Theology and Social Analysis
Lynda Barry
astralwerks
Sherman's Lagoon




Another place I write:
Queerday




relevant pasts:
fear of sunrise
manboylove
peaceful
soup
objection
who are you?
birthday
one year










 
If I begin to detail myself here, will you understand?



P. I am me
Q. I don't always know exactly who that is
R. I am Quaker
S. I like words and playing with them
T. I like genmaicha tea
U. I like the word napkin more than most others
V. I spend time walking my neighborhood
W. I cook rice often
X. I sleep well most every night
Y. I eat large amounts of fruit and vegetables
Z. I munch, sleep, write, create, cook, bike, watch, walk, listen, hope, learn, drink, live, breathe, touch, know, question, taste, copy, read, stare, carry, talk, dance, finger, try.





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albums:

Magnetic Fields: 69 Love Songs
Erasure: I Say, I Say, I Say
Depeche Mode: Black Celebration
The Beach Boys: Pet Sounds
Marvin Gaye: What's Going On?
David Bowie: Hunky Dory
George Michael: Listen without Prejudice
George Gershwin: Porgy and Bess
Yo La Tengo: And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out


songs:

Wild is the Wind: Nina Simone
Come Undone: Duran Duran
Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini: Rachmaninov
My Funny Valentine: Chet Baker
Feeling Yourself Disintegrate: The Flaming Lips
This Must Be the Place: The Talking Heads
Hyperballad: Bjork







many napkins
 
Thursday, September 25, 2003  
I woke up this morning, not knowing if my friend and first love, Joshua, was still there, not after the conversation we had last night, him desperate and hurt beyond reason, me, lost in how i could help. I didn't have my senses with me Josh. i want to tell you again that i love you, that i know i hurt you in the past, and may still be hurting you. i don't understand how you could have forgiven me, but i have so much respect for your ability to do just that. i know you may not be listening any more, but i miss you. how many times have we called each other this summer and told each other stories we didn't trust with anyone else? if you've walked away from me this time, i won't let my loss disrupt my love. You have meant too much for me; you started a hope in me that refuses to die, a hope that other people exist who have the same passion for life that I have, who not only recogognize it in me, but encourage it in me, unlike the so many people who have laughed at me for it. but stay with us, we need you as much as you need us. you have sight beyond our comprehension, love and forgiveness that has taught me how much is possible. so much of me is better because I was with you for a time. and I know that you and i will continue to learn from each other.
and now that I know you are better, i want to see you even more, just to thank you for your love and your life.

12:49 PM

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