Did a little most on TheMFAYears.com about all the emotions behind moving:
We’re cutting across the neighborhood taking turns swigging champagne from a brown paper bag, the ultimate expression in trash and class. Just a pair of friends walking and talking. At first porch lights and the occasional set of headlights illuminate our way until we emerge from the neighborhood onto a busier road and the street lights rain burnt orange down onto us. We walk up to our friends sitting out on their stoop and there’s much rejoicing and hugging as if it’s been months instead of days since we were all last together. We ascend the stairs into their apartment and they give us blood orange soda to pour into mason jars with the remainder of our champagne. We talk art. We talk each other. We pet their cat that lolls over onto her belly reveling in the love. The heat pushes us back down the stairs back out onto the stoop. We exchange several rounds of “come with us” and “not tonight” and finally farewell hugs all given and empty mason jars returned we continue down the sidewalk into the night.
I’ll pay for this night in the morning with two TUMS and two Advil, but you’re only young once. Exactly once.
“What are you thinking about?” You ask me. Your daddy long leg legs are stretched out across my bed at a slight angle, so the entire length of you will fit. It’s like you’re the beanstalk and I’m Jack and my heart, not my heart, but wherever my lust resides, that location, longs for the adventure of scaling you.
I tug at your sock covered toes and say, “Laundry.”
But, I should say I’m thinking about the day I met you. How you and your brother and your brother’s girlfriend started out ahead of me and my friend as we hiked up the hill leading to the Getty, but somehow at some point ya’ll wound up behind us and I’m so self-conscious I keep tugging my bubblegum pink skirt down cause while I want you to notice my ass, I don’t want your brother’s girlfriend to catch a back view of my cooch. We reach the summit and ya’ll head over to the art and me and my girl hit up the food court. I figure if it’s something it’ll happen. Continue Reading →
Happy Friday y’all!! I’ve been tapped as a regular blogger over at The MFA Years. My first post is up, go check it out!!!! Please.
I hope everyone had an amazing weekend Let’s get to it!
So, you all already know I am in LOVE with Miss Jessie’s Pillow Soft Curls. It is my Holy Grail hair product. But, I was really curious about the difference between Pillow Soft and their Quick Curls formula. While I was poking around on the internet, I learned they have a new product Miss Jessie’s Multi-Cultural Curls.
As problematic as the name may be, the description sounded like Continue Reading →
It took me 4 days of thinking on it, 2 days of procrastinating around it (10 episodes of House later…) and probably about 4 hours to actually write that 500 or so word blog post about Roxane Gay’s workshops. But I wrote it and I have 2 additional pieces I need to write this week. It feels good to be completing things especially if that leads to regaining the interest in finishing several pieces I’ve been midway through for months.
From my FaceBook:
Homeless guy reeking of alcohol approaches me as I’m trying to a take selfie with Abe for Rye and says, “Why don’t you let me help you with that?” I’m a bit caught off guard and not sure what to say because men who approach you the street, particularly homeless men, particularly drunk men can be a bit unpredictable, but I know I’m not about to hand over a $300 phone that I regularly put on my face to him. Before I respond he exclaims, “I’ve come to terms with myself. I like women with hair like yours. I just do. All bushy and growing out the top of their heads. And you a fine one.” By this point I’m walking and in a more open area with more people and thank him for his bizarre compliment and join a crowd of people waiting at the crosswalk.
I continued Continue Reading →
The Lighthouse Writer’s Workshop asked me to do a recap of the workshops Roxane Gay led a few weekends ago. If you want to read my writing or see my head from odd angles, this has both: http://lighthouseblog.org/2014/05/29/roxane-gay-fan-girl-speaks-out/
We’ve all browsed the beauty aisle at Target knowing we had no business being over in that part of the store since we were really just there to grab one thing… It’s no surprise then, that I was at Target to get ingredients for cupcakes and walked out with another kind of treat too! Continue Reading →