Adventures du Jour!

LaVerle Spencer So I have this stack of books next to my laptop that are specifically there because they’re too hard for me to just sit down and read. I chip away at them, bit by bit, looking up unfamiliar words, researching references to things I’m not familiar with, writing notes, struggling to process. Mind […]

Note: I posted hundreds of AI-generated images of gay couples being affectionate that day. Adventures du jour! Yes, I am spamming everyone’s timeline across Facebook, Instagram, and Tumblr with gorgeously tender pictures of men kissing. I generated the images using Midjourney AI this morning. I generated a LOT of them. I am not done. I

Ray vs. the seagulls The Gods of Relaxation have been propitiated once more. Ray and I went to Pass-a-Grill Beach on the south end of the St. Petersburg side of Tampa Bay, which was mainly deserted, and hung out. We stopped at a smoothie place on the way over and got sammitches and smoothies, laid

Me: Angry, heart hurts, feeling sick and breathless. Listens to bangy stompy music all day. Also me: [Lone Digger comes on] Fuck em, I’m learning the Charleston so I can dance on their graves with all due respect 20s style. Me: …it’s either that or give yourself a stress heart attack at this point, sure,

Adventures du jour! In the end, I didn’t get any writing done yesterday; I was just too fucking angry about the shooting at Club Q. Instead I stayed up way too late talking to a friend who was also in a dark mood. She talked me down from the worst of it. I’m not effective

Adventures du jour. There was a shooting last night in the hometown of my heart, Colorado Springs. A gunman killed multiple people–five?–and wounded many others at Club Q, an LGBTQ+ space, blocks away from my old apartment on Rebecca Lane. I only went there once (for a lovely brunch) and regretted not having gone more

A poem for a rainy day in Florida. Cold rain in rainspouts; warm cinnamon rolls with cream cheese frosting; pu-ehr tea like delicate mulch; the end of my nose and the tips of my toes; a song with tri pa let tri pa let tri pa lets; fake wood flooring underfoot.

Adventures du jour! Got triggered hard yesterday; still a bit freaked out. WOW is it hard to be rational in moments like that. Riding it out via music, burning a candle, tea that is strong and hot, clipped fingersnails (typo but Imma leave it) so I won’t tear them all off, adding new ink in

Adventures du jour! Talked with a friend this morning about the Happiness Lab podcast, which has the following definition of fun: 1. play, 2. connection (with a person, cat, nature–or an AI ), 3. flow, or a state where you don’t notice time passing. I choose to have a fair amount of fun. If I

Adventures du jour! A gray day in Tampa. My brain is sludge. Yesterday while writing I got bogged down in a scene, hit a spot that shouldn’t have been that difficult, and lost all will to live, as it were. I went to bed early and finally slept pretty hard after a number of days