sunday april 1, 2001
(i feel pink this month.)
i'm still broke but am learning to cope with this weird life. i never knew there existed an industry devoted solely to check cashing and "payday advance". people are both poor and impatient. it surprises me too how easily normal people call parts of town the "ghetto" and mean "where the black people live/shop/work". i had heard of computers having masters and slaves, but computers here are "n*****-rigged". i've never felt so queer and so alone for being queer. at home, i was surrounded by freaks beyond my comprehension and i felt mainstream and occasionally dull, but now i realize the true enormity of Middlin' America. someone told a coworker, "you know, you've got a lot of faggot music in this place." i honestly had no idea people still wore capri pants and never questioned the existence of god, and that thrift stores aren't cool!!! i am a proud metropolla and i am learning about The Enemy, and its fnckbuddies are mediocrity and complacency. |
sunday april 15
i had fun this weekend and i often love Florida from the warmth and the sea smell and the sensation of driving with the wind blowing, and i find good things even as i find bad ones. even at 10 o'clock tonight the water was warm as pee when i stuck my hand in. and there were dolphins all around on Sunday in the kayaks. which was cool but they're gone so quickly it's empty titillation and thrill and fear they'll come up under and tip me into that mesh of suspended silt and claw-like seaweed that pretends to be a floor to that part of the coast. walking on it triggers a vicious panic attack and i feel like i could easily be stuck and swallowed by it. we paddled all around the mangrove islands and i felt lost and i glided face first into one and scratched my leg. i don't know why. |
april 26: views of the fort
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