fae-eyes

I haven't been around for awhile, DA. The thing is, some passions are easily communicated over the Internet and others, not so much. My passion these last years has been research. This is a thing that is not particularly DA friendly. I could post endless essays and passages from books about gender, about relationships, about sexuality, about identity, about media and textual theory - but somehow I don't think y'all would get too down with that. This year, I want to get a little bit back to some old passions. I'm taking a portraiture class and I'm looking for projects that help me link my passions - stitch them together into a lovely eclectic

Today was one of those 'deep breath' days. Take each moment as it comes and try not to think too much. Instead, try to make up a story about a girl who creates a new and intricately delicate dress every time her heart gets broken. Then go out and buy some wool and kit yourself a new heart, or a pair of gloves, whatever works. Whatever you do - don't dwell on the fact that you feel incapable of trusting anyone enough to ever fall in love again. Also - don't count the number of promises you've watched being broken in your lifetime. It will do nothing for  your health or your heart. Sometimes, shit happens that contradicts everything you've le

I had a dream and there I met a girl with short hair and slender fingers and a curious smile. In my dream, the girl was surprised and couldn't really believe that I had never kissed someone under a table. As if it were so common to drag someone under a table and into an impenetrable fortress of looove in order to kiss them. As she described this ever so common act, I felt my longing rise. All the things I've done with my life and I've missed out on this most simple of pleasures! I began to wonder what I would give to have felt what she felt. Which experiences would I have traded for this simple hidden kiss? As I wondered, she brushed her fi