I am the Wildest Boar. Or could it be that I am the wildest bore? I’m not sure sometimes but it probably doesn’t matter, at least not to me. It is not necessary to get philosophical about it or to even define the possibility of my existence. I am aware that I am inside ofContinue reading ““I am the Beast” just the text”
Placed within academia, me, a common Long Island girl, a “normal” girl, as my first Lesbian, separatist art school roommate called me, I was tossed into the higher educational system without much preparation.. Without warning. ACADEMIA! This “normal” girl had a very high regard for her “animal” self – her instinctual self. The person thatContinue reading “Naming the Beast”
I think this one is actually on the right track. FINALLY!!! Here’s a sneak peek! Not putting it on Facebook just yet. Maybe when it’s finished.
So these feelings that pop up, they just seem to come from nowhere. Although that could not be possible. Can’t come from nowhere. Gotta come from somewhere. I’m wondering if my friend, my animal, my inner beast, my boar/bore, boor…. Bohar…. Has friends or family that live in other people, other humans. I’m mean, itContinue reading “Chapter 3 ?”
We write stories about ourselves on our head. Even write and rewrite them, and tell that story to ourselves over and over again. The more we tell ourselves that same story, the more that story is enmeshed into our being. We then become that story. We could not possibly ube anything else. And the worldContinue reading “Naming the beast”