Chicago is a city of neighborhoods. I know every place is a hood but here it’s very intentional. There are bars at every corner on residential streets between the laundromats and the markets, hidden between two brownstones hidden between balconies and flower beds. It’s easy for an alcoholic here I’ve never been to another city [...]
Archive for the ‘longing’ Category
Chicago: A great city for alcoholics
Posted in Journal, Lovers, Relationships, Writing, anarchist babies, longing, love on September 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
La Primera Pelea
Posted in Journal, Lovers, Relationships, longing, love on April 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
We had our first fight, and the make up sex wasn’t make up sex.
EX, X or Ex?
Posted in Lovers, Relationships, Writing, longing, love on April 9, 2008 | 1 Comment »
This is me and my ’special friend’ dancing. My kind of excitement is different. I don’t go out to parties and clubs or art openings or theater much. I don’t shop for pleasure I don’t host people at my house I don’t even call back people I consider to be friends regularly or even periodically [...]
Vivíamos Juntos (Chi)
Posted in Lovers, Relationships, Writing, activist, longing on March 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I’m proud of myself for staying in a relationship with one person for five whole years. I like to remember the journey, the way our interaction with one another changed over time, the periods of intense love making, lazy before-sleep sex, morning calls. In the beginning (my favorite, which is probably why I’m always looking [...]
24 and counting
Posted in Journal, Lovers, Writing, longing, lust on January 17, 2008 | 1 Comment »
My birthday is in a month and I’ll be 25. That is not a significant age. There really aren’t any significant ages, except for 5 in some countries where if you make it to 5 then you’re probably not going to die before puberty. Recently I did a crazy thing. Not like I haven’t done [...]
GANAS II
Posted in Lovers, longing, lust on November 23, 2007 | 1 Comment »
What I hate is the part when time does no one a favor and sits still as you wait for the it to pass so you can go back again. So it’s thanks-taking season in this farce of a country. Consume consume consume. Buy buy buy. Spend spend spend. We have to strengthen the economy. [...]
Apartment Hunting
Posted in Lovers, activist, broke as hell, longing on November 8, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I’ve developed a grove now living in my own space. It’s trite to be honest but comfortable, and most importantly, safe. All these nights, I’ve never been afraid and I thought I would be when I first moved in. There hasn’t been any storms (during which I huddle under my blanket wishing to cuddle), but [...]
Declaration of Independence
Posted in Lovers, New York City, anarchist babies, longing, lust on January 15, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Why can’t a slide just be a slide anymore? And my eyes why do they have to say “I love you?” Can’t they just look at you because you’re beautiful and I’m mantequilla? I do not want you. But I want to swim in the sound of your voice. I do not want you. But [...]
Life is Shitty (Schizophrenia)
Posted in Final Exams, Journal, Lovers, longing on December 6, 2006 | 1 Comment »
Love doesn’t exist. Like doesn’t even exist. Lovers suck and so do their new, incredibly bland and boring girlfriends. They are insecure and they look like slices of wonder bread–gosh! Could you get any blander? Really, you may as well be dating a mannequin–actually it might move its hips better than that chick. You will never meet anyone like [...]
las impresiónes
Posted in Lovers, Panama, en español, longing, lust on September 19, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Cuando lo veo, regreso a su cuarto adonde la pasión se canta. Se canta de los manos y el calor. Todo el dia yo pienso en el y no se, no se porque, ya no se nada. Y el minuto que no lo pienso—BAM! Lo veo. “Se que to no quieres pero a ti [...]
