Friday, January 30, 2015

Another man that I've apparently enchanted, when I asked him what my aesthetic is...

He said that my aesthetic is of "myrrh and pomegranates, gold ceilings and saints, the Virgin Mary blue as the Mediterranean, old stone churches, lime trees, night open air cafes, sepia photographs of elegant grandfathers"...his words conjure a sort of embellished nostalgia, a sensuous daydream. How fortunate I am to experience such rapture at the blessing of his words.

My political typology results

Saturday, January 10, 2015

One of my gentlemen friends told me the other day...

...that he dreamt of a woman sitting on a deep rouge upholstered sofa, a highball glass filled with Flor de CaƱa rum sweetened with Agave nectar and garnished with a clove, voices worn out by cigarettes and the late hour. What an atmosphere...what a woman...he imagined that she was me. That this was my aesthetic. Men. Such glorious creatures. <3