1. clarawebbwillcutoffyourhead:

    I ❤️ sex work

  2. Day….??
I’m open to gentle reminders that I fill my life with a little too much bullshit sometimes.
Flight to Atlanta in a little over 12 hours. 

    Day….??

    I’m open to gentle reminders that I fill my life with a little too much bullshit sometimes.

    Flight to Atlanta in a little over 12 hours. 

  3. an eraser of love an eraser of love an eraser of love an eraser of love

    porcus-italicus:

    Good weather to ride my bike and a good tune to ride it to.

  4. (Source: )

  5. Hello, I am getting on a plane.

    Hello, I am getting on a plane.

  6. I’m on vacation for the next ten days.

    I’m on vacation for the next ten days.

  7. Day 0
Today: clean the catbox. Clean the apartment. Wait for J to roll in so we may order dinner and so I can finally have my first lobster roll for the summer/ever.
Tomorrow: wash sheets/towels. Determine what fridge things I purchased will survive.  Leave at 2pm for a flight to Denver.
Without revealing too much, I have complicated feelings about a complicated person.  The measures of pockets of time and the fact that I don’t abandon people just because I’m out of said pocket.  J tells me I have a lot of friends. I tell him I have a lot of lives.
I closed a seven year gap last year.  I guess if I were to blow this up, this is the visit after a personal milestone.  So there’s contrast between who I was at 21 and 30.  Maybe.  The impulse that drove me to Nashville just has a better name.  I’m hopefully less annoying and won’t be able to get as drunk as I’ll be on a wicked high elevation and don’t want to be sidelined.
I still maintain that a part of you dies when you fly.  There’s lost hours while you’re in a tin can of recycled hair. I land a crankier person for it.
Anyway, wish me clear skies and minimal turbulence.  That I get some writing and reading done. That it’s a good four days rather four days tinged with loss as they were nine years ago.

    Day 0

    Today: clean the catbox. Clean the apartment. Wait for J to roll in so we may order dinner and so I can finally have my first lobster roll for the summer/ever.

    Tomorrow: wash sheets/towels. Determine what fridge things I purchased will survive.  Leave at 2pm for a flight to Denver.

    Without revealing too much, I have complicated feelings about a complicated person.  The measures of pockets of time and the fact that I don’t abandon people just because I’m out of said pocket.  J tells me I have a lot of friends. I tell him I have a lot of lives.

    I closed a seven year gap last year.  I guess if I were to blow this up, this is the visit after a personal milestone.  So there’s contrast between who I was at 21 and 30.  Maybe.  The impulse that drove me to Nashville just has a better name.  I’m hopefully less annoying and won’t be able to get as drunk as I’ll be on a wicked high elevation and don’t want to be sidelined.

    I still maintain that a part of you dies when you fly.  There’s lost hours while you’re in a tin can of recycled hair. I land a crankier person for it.

    Anyway, wish me clear skies and minimal turbulence.  That I get some writing and reading done. That it’s a good four days rather four days tinged with loss as they were nine years ago.

  8. bamnextwave:

To inspire your Labor Day BBQ and picnic plans, here are John Adams, Steve Reich, and Bob Hurwitz (president of Nonesuch Records) assembling a grill at Tanglewood in 1985.  (Photo by Peter Clancy)

    bamnextwave:

    To inspire your Labor Day BBQ and picnic plans, here are John Adams, Steve Reich, and Bob Hurwitz (president of Nonesuch Records) assembling a grill at Tanglewood in 1985.  (Photo by Peter Clancy)

  9. 20/20

    You know those ‘letters to my younger self’ blogs? They do nothing for me, really, but after last night, I want to write my 21 year old self one. It would be a kind note on how my views on the industry would change. How I’ll meet very sane people who Do This Thing I Do much later in life. And how my clients will essentially stay the same at my own expense. And how good it’ll feel to cut them off.

  10. dustrial-inc:

    dustrial-inc:

  11. I legit need to cut ten men out of my life like right fucking now.

  12. redupnyc:

Prose & Lore Issue 4 features twenty original, true stories about experiences in the sex trades, written by sex workers who were supported in writing their stories through Red Umbrella Project’s peer-led writing workshops in NYC and by mentor editors who worked with folks from outside of NYC .
Order your copy own copy for just 2.99!

Oh hay, my thing again. You should buy this and read my thing, as well as some incredible narratives from fellow workers.

    redupnyc:

    Prose & Lore Issue 4 features twenty original, true stories about experiences in the sex trades, written by sex workers who were supported in writing their stories through Red Umbrella Project’s peer-led writing workshops in NYC and by mentor editors who worked with folks from outside of NYC .

    Order your copy own copy for just 2.99!

    Oh hay, my thing again. You should buy this and read my thing, as well as some incredible narratives from fellow workers.

  13. Christians Pissed About Piss Christ, Again →

    Still mad, brah?

  14. If I print this email, will you scan it and email it for me?

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    (via clientsfromhell)

    THE STRUGGLE IS REAL.