Every new begining comes from some other beginings end… The van broke down on the way to the gathering, of course. I’m well versed in my AAA rights, since the time they wouldn’t come get me because I wasn’t within a hundred miles of anything, so I got them to tow me to the gathering. … Continue reading Breaking, breaking, breaking….
Category: The day-to-day of it all
Poor Bro
Yesterday I was throwing the ball up these steps for Bro. See, that way he has to run up and down them every time he brings the ball back and he gets tired in like half an hour instead of two hours. But all that Border Collie agility, twisting, dashing up steps, and turning on… Continue reading Poor Bro
Astrological Truths
Uranus in X: She must have an independent career, with no routine, which satisfies her need to move around, travel and which must in particular have an element of risk attached. She is eccentric. Imagine that. 😉
Truckstop Samaritan
She takes and she takes, she takes and she takes, she understands when she gives it away. – Beth Hart I stop at every Flying J I see. See, back when I was in that crazy capitalist stripping town, I got a months worth of wifi at the truck stop for twenty bucks. I figured… Continue reading Truckstop Samaritan
So…
I’m in the most awesome place, with the most amazing people. I love it here, and now I want my very own goon. I was really sick in the van this morning for the first time, leaning out the side door puking into traffic for hours. It sucked. At least no one called the cops… Continue reading So…
Return to Faery (fuck capitalism)
I woke up the other day with the total intention of driving north. That’s what made sense, to go where the money is, if not good, at least consistent. But Helga didn’t want to go north. She wanted to go west. I stood in the sand and spun in circles until I got dizzy and… Continue reading Return to Faery (fuck capitalism)
Little Big Things
First, keep sending healing to Davka’s mom, please. And to Davka, who is breaking open and growing and being superhumanly grown up right now. Second… while I was in that little hippie city, I did a photo shoot with a really incredible photographer. Now I have some really beautiful artistic pictures of me in the… Continue reading Little Big Things
Always a new ending, always a new begining.
I left that little hippie town at midnight and didn’t get far. I meant to leave earlier but I was hanging out with Darcy, Lydia, and Glaserella. It was an awesome mix of herb people, massage people, sex workers, van dwellers, and a glass eating carnie. We set up my stove in a little park… Continue reading Always a new ending, always a new begining.
The little hippie oasis in the midwest
I remember the first time I came here. I’d been out in the mountains for a few weeks, tracking coyote on a mesa and worshipping a waterfall goddess. Then I went to Las Vegas and I was like, “woah, people! Cement! City! Yikes!” And then I came here. It was summer and I drove into… Continue reading The little hippie oasis in the midwest
When the Stripping Sucked
I called the better club in that southern town on Tuesday, and they told me they weren’t hiring any dancers, they already had too many. Hopeful anyway, I showed up on Wednesday and they told me the same thing. That really sucked, cause I was down to, like, a hundred dollars. I had emergency money,… Continue reading When the Stripping Sucked