I just tried to call someone. A woman…. (Female is merely animal and girl doesn’t fit with my liberal education.) I want to move near her, and in my weaker moments move with her. I need a friend now and I reach for my closest (physically) friend. I suppose that this is my weakness. She said that I would only move near her if a woman showed up, took me by the hand, and moved with me. She might be right; I need the strength of another. A modicum of safety and stability here in my own space has made me both secure in my own, recent, sphere and terrified at leaving my close quarters. Yet I must leave. At my weakest, I need to move with her; at my most confidant I need to pack and move.

This post is more for me than you. I’m trying to work through things as well as communicate.

"Push that
push that
push that
up your wall"

I'm sorry for not updating; I'm recovering from my trip and struggling. I hope to talk to you all and visit some of you soon. Check back soon, I will write more, I promise.

Back online.

Geh, called cable company to pay bill today, modem should be up soon.

Cable got turned off so I'm gonna be quiet for a while.

Got to see a Black Bloc cordon with the protests today.

Several confirmed cases of the killer pneumonia bug that's going around have been found here in Toronto. Officials don't think it's a bio-attack, but I don't know.

I had a dream about Mr. T last night. Weird.

¡°Sweat¡¯s running down your back¡±
The heat is oppressive. Thin spaghetti straps fail to soak up the rapid loss of water.
¡°Sweat¡¯s running down your neck¡±
Towards a gentle curve lined out by a long silver chain.
¡°Heated couplings in the sun
(or is that untrue)¡±
Invitations go unanswered; chance meetings and brief glances.
¡°Colder couplings in the night
(never saw your body)¡±
Some wine to lighten the mood, black lights and left over christmas decorations.

Spent last night on the phone talking to friends. Maybe I should get a phone when I get home.