Protected: back in the saddle again

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Protected: innie & outtie

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Protected: theatrical drama and a crumpled shirt

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the emotional debt of dying

My inner child, that part of me that never seems to age past eighteen years of age, faced a curious moment of maturity. I spend the early evening with my studio-mate, discussing further the decision to let go of the studio space at the end of the current lease, which would be July of 2011… […]

smack me in the face sorta dream

I dreamt that my maternal grandmother died. The oddest thing about it is the fact that she has been dead for nearly two decades. I was incredibly distraught about the whole thing, while helping my mother with the ceremony set-up. It was at a horrid facility, well, horribly run… it was an outdoor place that seemingly […]

Protected: mundies

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Protected: bananas for bananas

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Protected: just to say…

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so, here we go…

It’s December 1 again; World AIDS Day. I suppose that I should start with the fact that I am fortunate enough to be here to see it. I just returned from San Francisco, having spent time with men that lived there through the height of the disaster; the weight of it still lingers on their […]

Protected: this sunday past

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