This is my fortieth post. I mean, that's pretty good, right?







I finally found some quality images of Joseph Cornell's assemblages with parrots. These resonate so much with me, I'm always so amazed that they exist. I'm working on some kind of art thing; I think it's going to end up being a zine. I know that's tired, but I'm going to do it my own way, at my own pace. This means it will never be finished.

Anyway, I'm working on a few poems that may eat each other and some collages. Also something to do with Rimbaud in Africa and queers as participants in imperialism. There's something interesting about the way homosexuality was being constructed and its definition constricted as Europe attempted to annex the entire world. I need to reread Zami/Audre Lorde, my plan is to write my own biomythography. We'll see. I am hoping that it will write itself once the momentum picks up, but pshh.

The thing happened again where I went vegan and within two weeks I was eating both dairy and meat.

I am going to Dollywood, and then on to Mexico. It's finally summer.

My motherfucking guinea pig died. Her name was Princess. She lived a mostly fine life. The highlight of her day was when I fed her not only compressed pellets of hay, but also some actual dried grass. The best days were when I cleaned her cage.

Lots of stuff is up in the air, it is like mercury is in retrograde again, but all of my horrorscopes/whoreoscopes are A+∞+. I feel that I used to know what I wanted to change about my life, but now I'm just sort of lolling (LOLing?) about stoned at the crossroads (have been here for like 4 years now?)

I am auditioning some new girls for the spare room tomorrow. I'll keep yall posted.

I want a husband who will sing songs like this to me.

Hay yall

I need to stop with the haaaays, my google reader is advertising horse food to me.

I am on day 3 of my diet. My diet is called eat something other than cheese and drink something other than Dr. Pepper and beer. I'll let you know.

We have been talking a lot about the history of Ethiopia at school, which is really cool. The Falasha Jews came up, and then Whitney Houston's decision to visit the Black Jews in Israel to work on her Christmas album. As my professor said, "Who knows what she did, but when she came back she was STILL on drugs." Poor Whitney, you will always have my respect, or at least my love.

I'm going to see friendz and the baby in the mountains this weekend. It's her second birthday!

It is a momentous weekend.

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I am reading a book called Turn the Beat Around: The Secret History of Disco. It's something I think about a lot, the way for one intense decade black people and gay people danced to the same music, in the same places, while doing the same drugs. I feel there is a lot to reclaim.

Also I have been thinking about Sara Baartman, the Hottentot Venus. Her life was rough, yall. Docile bodies, Foucault me in the ass, etc. Also, about how much of the knowledge in schoolbooks was written as a means of justifying European imperialism. I feel that, if I have a calling as a historian, it is connected to this. Will reflect on this next ~soul journey~ and report back.


I have been taking so many soul journeys. I mean, what else is there to do sometimes?

My mom is getting her PhD! I've been looking for poems to read at her graduation party, and I found this awesome one.


Golden Oldie

I made it home early, only to get
stalled in the driveway-swaying
at the wheel like a blind pianist caught in a tune
meant for more than two hands playing.
The words were easy, crooned
by a young girl dying to feel alive, to discover
a pain majestic enough
to live by. I turned the air conditioning off,
leaned back to float on a film of sweat,
and listened to her sentiment:
Baby, where did our love go?-a lament
I greedily took in
without a clue who my lover
might be, or where to start looking.

-Rita Dove

keep it common law

I've been thinking about this blog more than you would think that I've been thinking about this blog.

It's been a struggle, as always.

I went to the beach this weekend. I ran into the surf giddy and stoned, laughing semi-hysterically until a breaker knocked me sideways and stole my glasses. I have had glasses since I was four years old, and my vision has never been clear enough for me to see what my face looks like without them. That is, until now. THANK U KKKONTAXXX!!!!!

Too many dreams, yall