I’m a mean one right now, and I know why it’s so. More than any other season, save the high, hot wedding months of the summer solstice, this one is about coupling.* It’s about not being alone in the chilly months, about having someone to snuggle up next to under your grandmother’s afghan and a [...]
Monthly Archives: November 2007
Sex in Your City
11.26.07 –
It’s funny just how different sexy is for all of us. I found myself trapped yesterday by an Antonio Banderas cologne commercial, grimacing as I wondered if his scent was something akin to grilled eggplant, heavy on the olive oil. He just seems so slick, so smarmy, like he might be Fabio’s long-lost, [...]
Custom made
11.22.07 –
I love my family’s traditions. I love them now, that is, now that they are the result of years of evolution, of decades of strained development. I guess it takes all of us time to find out what works for us, whether it be a lift of the naked hips to take us [...]
DC
11.20.07 –
I never thought I’d write this, but for tonight, I’ve grown weary of my beloved city. I liked it better when, like a new relationship, I wasn’t familiar with all the trappings. At one point, the sirens served as background music, as evidence of the bustle of the streets that I loved so [...]
Never drinking again (v. 32963.8)
11.18.07 –
My weekend was spent on the couch, a sofa I bought in Tallahassee in 1998 that has become something of my Archie Bunker chair, hopefully without the sizeable ass imprint. I’d have to get up to confirm this, and given that my fatigue alone allowed Cricket to claw at both arms of this furniture [...]
Here’s to holly and envy hanging up, and something wet in every cup
11.15.07 –
So you email him again, because last time you didn’t hear back. It’s a last ditch effort, much like buying that Paula Abdul aerobics DVD because you just know the embarrassment will force you into action. It works.
You hear back that he’s met someone, this somemale with whom you’ve had only a few [...]
Peace on Earth Good Will Toward Men, Even the Ones Who Don’t Call When They Say They Will
11.13.07 –
It’s holiday time again. I look forward to baking dozens of sugar cookies and learning how to ice them with that thick, cool icing that women who read Martha’s magazine do. I will await the delivery of my fresh pine wreath, resplendent with its traditional satin red bow. I love that wreath [...]
Yoga, Anyone? (Or, On the Eve of Turning 34)
11.09.07 –
My birthday is tomorrow. And while I’d like to post pictures of a year of champagne tomfoolery and caviar afterparties, I am decidedly not in the mood. Thirty three was a year of growing pains – sadly, without Kirk Cameron by my side, before he went all Jesus on me – and growing [...]
