by The last few days have been pretty turbulent.
I was hired by an awesome fellow who, interestingly, actually seemed to give a damn about my life. It was surprising, for me. But fun. We talked and talked like birds in a tree.
I also fell off the wagon. Yes, yes I did! Have no fear; I climbed back on the horse first thing in the morning and have been booze-free ever since. Hell, I just fed more cookies to crispy burnout alcoholics. I need to examine why I did this–without a doubt–but I am not going to torture myself over it. 7 days drinking in almost 10 months…? Progress, not perfection.
Out by July, Out by July. Writing and research (or even flipping burgers), not sadomasochism.
Today I consented to be used again. I was ridden very hard.
The intimacy is so ephemeral.
