My need to write cannot be hushed by any of my life’s daily factors:
Not my toxic ass job
Not the fact that it’s been so long sometimes I fear I’ve lost it
Not this foreign land
because my need to write is propelled forward by that ever lingering feeling, echoed so neatly in this past weekend’s viewing of The Great Gatsby, when Nick sees himself on the sidewalk below, as a passerby looking into the upstairs window at himself. He said he was at once within, and without.
Again, I am within and without.
The truth is that there’s only really one person who never makes me feel within and without all at the same time. In his arms I am safely always within.
I am very tired of seeing naked folks reposted into my feed.
I’m not offended by nakedness, but I like to experience it on my own terms.
And seeing snippets of porn before 11 am is not my idea of “on my own terms.”
I have posted so many lovely gems on this Tumblr; personal writing included. I wanted to consolidate with my other Tumblr, but I may just leave this one alone and focus more attention on my other page. It was supposed to be simply photography, but I may change that.
With a functioning, efficient computer now (oh hey MacBook), posting and doing these things will now be a lot easier. So, if you want, I would suggest starting to check/follow my other Tumblr page, www.thatdamnboheme.tumblr.com.
(Though, I can’t promise you anything. I haven’t updated this page since last year, and I’m in the process of preparing to make a big move [oh hey New York, I’m coming] so, yeah.)