I’ve moved. I’ve stopped writing. And I’m domesticated once again.
But, I will be changing the spin of things here on my bloggie blog–getting back into the swing of things. (No, I don’t know exactly what that means.) I know that the 2+ people that read this blog as I’ve seen on my stats are just folks who’ve accidentally stumbled upon my posts because I’ve inserted the words “free pussy pics” randomly throughout this blog and not because they have any interest whatsoever in what I–lowly I–have to say.
That said, I’m going to begin documenting my time here in Chicago using film and reviews of live music as my medium. I’ve been blessed enough, unlike most of the country, to find a job that pays well and happens to be work I LOVE doing and unlike other work I’ve had, I’m very much appreciated here. My apartment is in a neighborhood called Humboldt Park. Humboldt Park is a predominantly Puerto Rican neighborhood with a long history of cultural resistance. Like other cities around the countries, it is being gentrified (like my beloved Harlem & Washington Heights) but it is a beautiful little spot and my apartment is cute. It sits right on the edge of another neighborhood called Ukranian Village (guess who predominantly lives there).
I arrive exactly 29 days ago, January 6th, right in the middle of this “cold front.” It’s nothing like New York City—way colder.
I’m still fucking around with this salsero here. Mr. P. He’s a very sweet man. Like that song Aretha Franklin sang. He’s also a sloppy eater and a great lay, a little too sensitive and sometimes strangely insecure, also confident and funny and once in a while kind of unreadable–like we all are I’m sure. We’ll see about this one. For now, he’s a keeper.
The great thing about Chicago is the salsa scene here. I’ve been told it isn’t any where near what it used to be. But after spending so many years in Atlanta where the salsa scene is relatively small, predictable and live music scarce–Chicago is great for salsa! There are at least 5 nights a week somewhere playing live salsa and as the year rolls on, especially past March, it’ll be every night of the week. My next post will be soon…I promise pussy picture readers. I’ll come back with some photos, maybe a little review of the local salsa scene and lots more. On a more depressing note, if you’ve gotten this far in the post I guess you’re a little invested in my life. Normally I’m a horny person, in fact, really horny. It’s kind my thing–being horny. But a long distance, monogamous relationship can really fuck that up. Basically all year I’ve been a “one-man woman” (not during the brief time that we separated and all bets were off . Well by the end of the summer, after months of no sex with a few days of sex thrown in every 6 weeks, I noticed my sex began to steadily decline. By the end of the fall, I was almost revirginized and I was totally ambivalent about sex. Well…I’ll have to finish this story later cuz I’m tired and I have an early morning.
