Oz

back in denver and feeling simultaneously like I've been gone for years and also like I never left, because things are still so much the same here, except a few people, myself included, are shifting abodes. the mountains are still purplish and the sky still crazy blue and I'm still overdosing on buffy the slayer of the vampires which I watch at night until I'm too tired to think about anything but crawling into bed, and I do this because I think if I crawl into bed before this tiredness, it will be too sad because sunshine isn't there too, and I'm not a girl who much enjoys the pre-bedtime weepiness, which is not to say I've not indulged and over-indulged in the past, but still..

last night I went to a small wine bar with a friend, and we had long talks about intimacy and pornography and fantasy and power (oh all of my favorites). what was said is the winding of three discursive hours, and I've not wholly processed it all yet, though I'm pretty sure we ended by saying, goddamn this is complicated or some such thing, remarking on the web of logic and illogic we'd spun between ourselves. our bartendress brought us free wine and free cheese and bread and fruit, and partly I think this is because she caught pieces of our discussion, and probably she liked the conversation we were having, or at least that we were having it, and these things were a kind of offering.

it was good.

otherwise now, there is reading to do and packing and moving, and all the stuff of relocation.

my favorite. :-)