intimacies: special occasions

day twelve - time

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I’m looking at my Picasso-inspired bomber jacket. I won it in an eBay auction seven years ago. I thought I’d wear it for special occasions, but it’s become my uniform. The colors are so vivid. Leaving it behind in my dark closet feels mean. I put it on the back of my pink desk chair and reach for my skinny jeans. I will not return to a boot cut until it seduces me. Last time I wore this jacket, someone told me bright colors are now trending. I smiled and asked, “Who created the trend?” She didn’t know. I’ve noticed my favorite things always suffer this fate: becoming beloved. It’s usually right when I’m moving on.

I’m getting dressed to go to the antique shop. I want to find a watch I like and I’m looking for milk glass chalices. I collect milk glass and I need two more before the set is complete. I use them as goblets at my altar and as wine glasses. Red wine tastes better in them.

I started buying milk glass in my 20s. I decided to buy decorations for when I had my own place. Everyone thought my taste would change by the time I moved out of my parent’s house, but milk glass looks like white chocolate. Delicious. I bought my coffee table 15 years ago from a woman out in Bakersfield who refurnished tables and listed them on Craigslist. It’s got a French postcard painted on it. It survived 2 garages, 50 requests from my mom to get rid of it and 3 moves. A promise to travel that I still see every day. I’ve always had such a strange relationship with time.

eros, always,
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I work privately with people seeking erotic transformation, desire, creativity and mythic depth. Mentoring and natal chart readings are available.