I broke my laptop and never finished my piece for the magazine I wanted to submit to. I'm glad. I hate it anyway. I can't say the things I want to anymore there is a tiny censor inside my head who stomps and tramples over all of my ideas until they look like wet mud. Nothing of value can escape the bog.
I went to a talk on gender and art last night. Me and a friend got dinner at the korean place down the road. The food was great. The talk was interesting; Getting to hear older queer people speak about their lives and their work and the philosophy of their practice was worthwhile. I left feeling like I could do anything, be anyone. The feeling lasted for all of 30 minutes, but I felt it. I like to feel new things. I like to feel