(The Bunny's New Lover)
Have a Cheeky Wednesday.
P.S. The Bunny's aware that this post is a contradiction. So quit your bitching before it starts ( <3)
Homely Spotlight of the Day! Tilda Swinton: Tilda is the "Tom Petty" of Homelies, and I love them both.
30 April 2008 @ 06:31 pm
a Tuesday night
Sometimes I don't want anybody to see me, know me, hear me the way I want them to hear me. And I become paranoid about trying to make myself a writer, and I think, Jesus, Hemingway blew his fucking brains out, Thompson did the same…and Didion. Didion, although a heroine of some sorts in my mind, is a lonely spirit adrift with the lost dreams in the city of such, exempt from growing old with her late husband, a writer John, dead of a heart attack, and also without her daughter Quintana, killed by a bizarre collaboration of circumstance and fate. Alone. Sad. Miserable yet legendary artists of our language. Manipulators of sounds, spoken only in the mind, and, when exceptionally inspiring, versed aloud among intellectuals over Cognac at Manhattan dinner parties. I’m not yet there, but perhaps I never will be, so I shouldn’t worry about it. I’m still a child, a teenager, a twenty something girl or a woman all rolled into one and I want. So much. To. write.
Yesterday marked the first day New York City officials began to offer wedding-like civil ceremonies for same sex couples in all five boroughs. The move was two steps forward, one step back for the gay community, as it drew criticism from gay rights advocates who want nothing short of full marriage rights.
Domestic partners gain no new rights or advantages other than to have a wedding in the city's renovated marriage bureau. Until yesterday, gay and lesbian couples were only eligible to receive paperwork proving their union.