Blog Manifesto

Blog Manifesto


This blog is dedicated, as the title would suggest, to the qualities of being young. We are young writers. We are playful and sensitive, fluid and changing. We are unashamed with our art. We wonder at the world, puzzle over the meanings of things and twirl in delight at images and ideas that float by, grabbing at them as they pass. We are curious and constantly inquiring and prying concepts open and taking assumptions apart. We are on the ground, close to the earth. We have bare feet and wiggle our toes into nature. We carry our blankies still and wrap up cozy and comfy with each other and tell ghost stories and shiver at creepy things. We laugh and we cry and we take a lot of naps, drained from our outings and exertions.

We write as gifts to each other, tying them up in ribbon and leaving them around for each other to find, hiding and waiting for the person to wake up and read. Surprise! We weave our stories together to create a bond. One writes, then the other. then another again. We have a shared reality that we have crafted, bit by piece by patch, by string. We write simple, honest authentic things, with our unique voices. You can tell each one of us from the other, without knowing who wrote what. Our voices are clear and gentle and original. We whisper and our personalities roar! Like children, our feelings are strong, our passion for what we write shakes us. We are moved and sometimes left breathless, by our own words or the words of each other. We cannonball into each others spaces. We fall backward into each others writing, like into a pile of leaves or a soft bed. We gobble and grin and ask for more. (footnote kudos to JC)

Then we go to bed, wake up to a new day and do it all over again!

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

JC


I started with DMT in the summer, and then switched over to Missile.   DMT was my first love, but it was messy and full of tangled drama and relationships.  Missile was my refuge. 

JC is DMT royalty.  Game Level over a 100.  I have no memory of how we met or how long ago it was. I haven't got a clue how he got on my friends list. and I usually know these things. It's all a blur with him.


JC would be fun to have sex with.  I would say fuck, but Reese is reading this and well you know, the F-word. but truly he would be fun to straddle and just gulp down.  People tell me that, and I am willing to take it on faith.  He must smell really good. 

Now that the obvious is taken care of, that he is sex on a stick, let me discuss the JC I know, the one who is kind and tender and clever; the one with a mind.

JC is a passionate teacher of voice.  He molds young singers.   That is such a huge thing.  He coaches and coaxes children, and gives hope and encouragement to adults.   He listens to off key notes.  That is a hero. right there.

You can trust him with your voice.

I trust him with mine.






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