a comment brought to my attention by an attractive blonde midwesterner, Bess:

All voting is a sort of gaming, like checkers or backgammon, with a slight moral tinge to it, a playing with right and wrong, with moral questions; and betting naturally accompanies it. The character of the voters is not staked. I cast my vote, perchance, as I think right; but I am not vitally concerned that that right should prevail. I am willing to leave it to the majority. Its obligation, therefore, never exce... read more

people say life is short, that you have to live every day like it is your last.
Bullshit.

life is long - you will have to live with the choices you make for the next 50 years.

learning this lesson is tough - it seems to be. But making the right decision is never the easy thing - if it was, everyone would do it and this world would be a much better place to live in.

being in the state of mind I am in this moment, I realize I do not regret any decision I have made. I do reflect daily ... read more

this week I received an email from a lover in the past, she is no longer near to me - but still dear. months ago she informed me of her condition: she became pregnant six months ago which has changed her whole world around. for the better.

some people in our lives leave, some remain. I continue to be surprised at the people who stay, I always hope but I never know. she is the second woman I know who has become family oriented, my first girlfriend having an adorable little one this past tur... read more

I miss you.

The eyes I gazed into each morning, the warmth of our bed when we were together. But to love another you must love yourself first.

"I love myself better than you - I know that it's wrong, but what can I do?"

There was such a time where I held love in my hot little hands, it was offered to me. Now, I know what the opportunity cost was when things went array. We both failed ourselves, not being a whole loving self to begin with.

How much can I say I regret? Nothing. Woul... read more

there was a new discovery this week at my man's house. a ring I brought over a year ago or more when we were loving and living with each other every day.

another piece was my Christmas present while I was in New York with my love and he picked it up for me... a London topaz.

the last piece is a chain I used to wear throughout high school in my Gothic days.. oh yes, I used to be Gothic for a hot minute. Okay, maybe a little over a year when I was very young.

I took the shot, thought p... read more