Thoughts in the Shower at four am washing the cum out of my hair from Maenadum vol 1 number 1 This is one of, maybe, the very first thing I wrote on Xanadu (She is the laptop I have and so the repository of all my dark sorcery). Despite most of Maenadum 1/1 being stuff I had from the (tiny) scrap apple print run of vol 0 (which is a story itself), a few things I had been writing that year snuck in there when I decided to put these together. I think this is from January or maybe early February of 2020. In a lot of respects the stuff in Maenadum vol 1 one and two feel now like precursors or companion pieces to Ishtar Who knows? Maybe one day I can fold them in? . At any rate, like a lot of my super early stuff it’s very slice of life (something I think I would like to get back to a bit honestly). And like a fair bit of the material in Ishtar, it speaks about and with the language of sex work, w...
While I am in _no way_ comparing myself to the Grand Dame, I ran across this and I thought my own version would be ....maybe insightful, definitely funny. Formatting borked because I'm still using Blogspot but I think it's pretty comprehensible. Why are blogging platforms married to weird one and three quarters space bullshit? The preview is so spread out it makes baby Jesus cry and go WTF google? You can kill kids but you can't fix this? Losers. The Maenad Morning Routine Wake up (stuff) Get out of Bed Go to the bathroom Sit on the bog and contemplate the void until you are done Come back to bed - return to bed and get back up in 45 minutes or Get up Boot up the computer (Industry) Go to the bathroom again Make bed and tuck in plushies Put on glasses Put on any clothings from the bed adjacent pile that suit your that-moment sensory needs Get meds, -either put on coffee and get something to drin...
Letters to Dead People - is pretty self explanatory. All of these are old, composed sometime last year or before. Most of them wound up in my Bergman sub, which was largely ass, and so needs to stay confined to a file cabinet. Most but not all. September to November is always the time the many ghosts I have accumulated seem the loudest, for various reasons. These past few years it seems they have spoken louder than the living. I'm having a really hard time writing _anything_ right now so this is as much a one foot in front of the other / get to the next screen thing as anything else. All of these are a good bit more primitive than what I've been doing lately so it seems weird to share them but .. whatever. I'm thumbing my nose at the uncaring universe just by posting this. There will be at least two others in this series this week. I may just post them all today rather than ride the anxiety rails ...
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