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Give me your arm, your hand. I do crave adventure, but what is it without someone to turn to and giggle? The sun shining in a particular wistful way, giving glimmer to a mountain lake, a river, a delta. Yes, love, yes, joy, yes, feeling. I would never choose casual sex or waking up alone over the joy of sharing moments that will never exist again.
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The concept of need. In the context of relationship. What do I need? Talking to Miyaka and Katie today about their definition of love, polyamory. They say that they don't need anything from each other, that they're best friends who have sex. Which is interesting to me... is that the definition of a relationship? Seems like it is, that two people ( Read more... ) -
In the future...
It's over. Today and for many days before, I've been sure. It was only six months, I tell myself in my weaker moments. Talking myself down off the ledge ( Read more... ) -
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I pretend to know what it's about, Love. Or, in fact, it is not pretending. Is it just how we visit love from the vistas of our past? See the horizon and bring with us the baggage that we've accumulated over the years ( Read more... ) -
Forget Paris. How about Oakland?
Love existing beyond boundaries is my goal. Love without entry way or exit point, fluid, full of motion amongst trees and sidewalks, never inside the stagnant walls of florescent hyper-puritanical American "values ( Read more... ) -
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Music is life
> Welcome address to freshman class at Boston Conservatory given by Karl Paulnack, pianist and director of music division at Boston ( Read more... ) -
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Solid. Passionate. Dreaming in my wide awake awareness, I see it coming down the pipeline and I can get there from here. I can do it all and with grace and style ( Read more... ) -
together we fall
Who knows how grief will move? Deep in my chest, centered like a gun sight, the grey lump of my sadness sits and waits. Attention please. Happy to stay, happy to move in, quiet and wide-eyed in it's waiting. Poised. Edged ( Read more... )