Apparently there is this web of lesbian interconnectedness that I have yet to be plugged into. Maybe it's because I'm not technically totally completely a lesbian's lesbian (which my friends constantly remind me of), or maybe it's because I haven't actually dated any girls yet (just obsessed from afar), or maybe it's because I don't quite 'fit in' with the clique of gay girls at school. Whatever it is, I haven't been initiated into it.
That ever happen to you? Scary shit. You go to log in and you see this list of names you only barely recognise and none of them feel right.
Then you put your glasses on or you remember and you can deal with yourself again, however ineffectually you were managing that before.
The result of a pot of coffee and a weird night.
Baptism And Drowning
A song I wrote, sort of to blow off steam.
No Dostoevsky Tonight
Some nights I can deal
Some nights it seems
That even Wilde
Is too much
There will be no Dostoevsky tonight
No more Russian angst and blight
I had a bad day, and I'm sorry to say
That I can't read Dostoevsky tonight
Some nights I need calm
So I read Neruda
In the dark
I've been listening to a millieu of music from various musicals of late. Mostly Gypsy and Les Miz. It entertains me, and Ethel Merman seems to counteract depression.