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Thursday, December 27, 2012

For The Love of Everything, Life



O.M.G.

Sometimes life is such an ass kicker. My day began when I woke up at 9:15 to a text from my boss, asking if I was ready to go on an errand. I should've been at work at 9am. I was in bed, because I'd missed my alarm because I was out cold from the Alka Selzter Sleep aid I'd taken about 9 hours earlier, because I'm sick and trying to get better.

So I got up, with the intent to shower, and was immediately reminded that there was still no heat in my apartment. This was day 5. My chest was tighter than it'd been all week, and I was freezing my balls off, and I was late for work.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Princess Playlist: Everybody Loves Passion



I really hope the world doesn't end on Friday, but I don't really think it will.

I also really hope that I have a toe curling, mind-blowing threesome in 2013, because it seems like a good year for one, and well, why not? I've never had a threesome and I think I'm good and overdue for one. I mean everybody loves passion, right?



Wednesday, December 12, 2012

And Then, The World Turned Around, Smiled, And Handed You Your Dreams.



Don't Sleep.

I'm going to make this brief, and refrain from detailing specific, personal instances. Please feel free to share this with everyone born in the late 1980s, or any part of the 1990s.

Just because the internet and electronic technology has boomed and blossomed (can/do mechanical things blossom?) and communication, and entertainment have always been readily accessible and available to you, and you were sold the glitz, glamour, and rise to fame of many shiny, charismatic, and sometimes talentless celebrities, DOES NOT MEAN THAT WHATEVER YOU WANT IN LIFE IS GUARANTEED TO YOU JUST FOR SHOWING UP.

There are two ways for people to get what they want in the world:

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

You're Arty. We Get It.



Art-eey. Fart-eey. Part-eey.

I have a crush on Pharrell and everything, but sometimes that nigga be too arty, just to be arty. We get it, bro, you're arty. You're paid, and you're arty, and a camo-tux with sunglasses is ironic when your date is dressed like a salvation army hipster. WE GET IT.

This is like Kanye West, and Beyonce, and Kim, and Solange, and everyone in their peripheral circle of new money cool kids. Just because you're rich and paid, and know how to harness your talents and creative vision doesn't necessarily mean you have good taste, or that every move you make is ART, or needs to be a statement.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Princess Playlist: I Know It



Take your Love and run from me
Is this the way Love's supposed to be?


I once perpetuated the end of a love affair by playing this song too much. I'm not kidding. It's all for the best though, isn't it?

Sometimes, (especially when one listens to too much Madonna at one time) it's easy to enjoy the longing, and suffering that infatuation perpetuates. Sometimes, your projected romantic satisfaction is only as great as the manipulated temperature of your obsession. Half the fun of the affair is in obsessing. Like cocaine, the more you do it the more you want to do it.

Everyone needs love. But some people NEED Love. I think the exaggeration is completely fake. It's a hallucination. No one needs anyone else that much, though it can certainly feel that way. And what are feelings, if not subjective creations? I mean, really.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Morning Wood: Garrett Hedlund



Garrett's been morning wood before, but after his piece in the new issue of Interview, I think he deserves another go around:


Drool. There is just so much range on his hot. How can anyone be so hot in so many different ways?

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Lovely Loyalty




Lana Wachowski used to be Larry. Sometime in the last decade she completed her transition. Last month, Lana was honored by the HRC with a Visibility Award. Her acceptance speech was honest, and moving, and my favorite part is when she recalls her brother defending her to reporters.


That's a good brother.


None of us is ever really alone. It feels like that sometimes. Sometimes it feels that way a lot of the time, but it it's never really true. It's cliche as fuck, but we need rainy days to appreciate the sunshine. The world can be brutal, and it's easy to give into feeling weak when it knocks you around.

But the other side of that is knowing that your will to be free, and to be happy, is infinitely stronger than the world's projections. And coming out of your dark place enables you to give more light back to the world. We're light beings, after all, so giving light is like our nature.