Sunday, November 27, 2011

Pilgramage

 
 <day to dusk - Thanksgiving>

Last night I could hear the sounds of the waves crashing.  So loud and domineering in fact that I couldn't fall asleep.  It was M and mine's first Thanksgiving solo. Just us. Cooking, drinking and eating as we pleased. It felt both freeing and off putting.  Receiving pictures from our families back east of the festivities. The tides of the pacific are the constant reminder of the trek we made. We sold our furniture from our Williamsburg apartment and made the trip West with nothing but $2K, our kitty and the insane amount of clothing (shoes, accessories, etc) I had amassed in my 7 years of city living.  We gave up and started anew. It was terrifying and thriling.  And I'm grateful.  I'm grateful for our tiny bungalow with built-ins and a deck, our fearsome little hunter kitty, and M's eternal optimism of what we will build together in this city and in our lifetime.  

Thursday, November 03, 2011

Man Knot


The man knot.  The bun knows no boundaries - old women porn and body builders it's unisex appeal makes it the "IT" style for anyone. Frankly I'm thinking it looks better on this dude then me.