Sending you all the good feelings...
Time to play and Namaste
The other day, I posted a poem on my poetry website that was slightly uncomfortable for me to write. It was tapping into my fiercely guarded, underbelly. It took a nose dive into 40-year old scars--ones that have healed, but in the hurried fashion that scar tissue rushes in and lie down with the intention to mend, when any part of the unit has been comprised. Sporadically, frantically and without any direction.
And, then this happened. Last weekend had to be one of the greatest moments I've experienced in an incredibly, long time.
RuPaul's Drag Race is an amazing enough platform to stand on and be catapulted into the mass limelight and white-hot, spotlight of your very own stage. That's what this incredibly, fierce and "unapologetically, know who the fuck I am", self-proclaimed "Nerd" and Cosplay advocate and ex-contestant of the show, who's full of Southern grace and class did, anyway.
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*Swish, scratch, swish*...went the brushes and palm swipes of seven-subtly, eager artists against their roughly-textured and prepped canvases. Resonating incredibly soothing feels, like a medium-bristled brush being lovingly and carefully raked through her hair. It gave her the chills (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...
She, steadily walked down the busy road, yet there were no appropriate sidewalks and cars were whizzing by. At any given time, there may have been a million questions/comments/thoughts/replays/intentions and words traveling along the synapses of her nerve endings, overflowing her system and blowing her mind (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...