The story. 10pm 6/1/10 The buzzer rings unexpectedly. We had just arrived home. The doorman’s voice through the intercom echoes, “You have a guest here.” A replied hurriedly, “I’ll come down.” As I unbuttoned my dress, laying the night to bed, I questioned who had arrived. I thought a dealer as A does have an… [Read more…]
February 23, 2009
Thoughts indistinct. Movement without significance. No moments this past weekend elicit a painting. I write of noise. A weekend in Vieques. Following my last minute decision, an impulsive text was sent to the very handsome man stranger from the gym Friday morning: Going to Vieques if u want One wrap following a work out and two lunches… [Read more…]
January 11, 2009
24 hours later. On the couch where his eyes could not meet mine. Where his voice was lost. The couch I walked away from . . I thought I would never look back. A conversation, a teaching of my needs and here we are again. The break up, deleted. You open champagne. A gift you… [Read more…]
January 11, 2009
I ended it Friday night. Everything I had was what I wanted, but for some reason my emotions were not in accord. Much like my growing departure from New York, sometimes what your mind tells you is irrelevant. My mind tells me New York is more my home than Puerto Rico. It tells me to… [Read more…]
November 25, 2008
I miss you. I really do. My head has rested on your shoulder, our eyes waking up with sleep, replaced with the hunger for each other every morning since Thursday. Our bodies addicted to the new rituals, to their new partners. Yes, you are right about the Air Conditioner. I will inevitably get hot shortly… [Read more…]
November 10, 2008
Cont. from Parte 1. Sunday. I return home from El San Juan Hotel at 3am. For some reason, I wake up at 6:45am and decide to seize the day. I am walking my dog, as a car passes me, “heeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!” Two men are inside. I thought the driver was the gentlemen from dinner the night… [Read more…]
November 10, 2008
A random weekend. One chock full of straightforwardness. It reminds me of the time I smiled at drop-dead handsome man at the gym, amazed at my candor. I had returned from PR and I suppose the sun-kissed me, was also a more confident and secure me. Fast forward to him insisting on getting to know… [Read more…]
November 6, 2008
What an odd and unexpected evening. I left work and went to the gym. To my regular class. I critiqued my body. Felt fat, untoned. The comments by one of the trainers here ruled my thoughts. The gym once was a place that always restored my positive body image. Working out and seeing my reflection… [Read more…]
September 9, 2008
Closing off. No anger. No pain. I feel as if I was about to take off on a jet—an adventure awaiting me. No initial awkward dance or introductory period—it seemed to have been covered all within the first hour. That hour putting an end to my resistance, my moral dialogue, my knowledge of the emotional… [Read more…]
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