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Blackberries: November 2009
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Tuesday, November 3, 2009. I'm writing a paper when the phone rings. It's Sunday, voice warm and deep and. I detect a quietness, a hesitancy, guilt maybe, that isn't ordinarily there. I pull myself into bed with the phone, huddle under the covers. I am shaking. It has been a rough couple of days since we last talked, partially his fault, maybe? It used to be he'd get too drunk and have to be restrained from kissing a girl or two. Now what? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Blackberries: October 2009
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Friday, October 23, 2009. Answering machine voice: You have five messages. I think: OMG, in one day? I bet they're all from mom. 1: Hey March, this is mom, I was wondering if you'd watched that Indian movie.etc. 2 (mom again): Hey March, I rented this dance movie. 3 (friend, D. who I had called in a state of despair the night before): Hey, sorry I missed your call last night I was asleep, hope you're OK.". 4 (friend, B., whom I had been late in meeting for a tango photoshoot): Where are you?
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Blackberries: Perhaps I Should Explain
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Friday, August 7, 2009. Perhaps I Should Explain. I didn't really know what tango was at first. I had a vague impression of promenades, snapping heads and roses held between teeth- a dance of intensity, passion, sex, desire. I couldn't have told you the difference between Argentine and any other kind of tango if my life depended on it, I wouldn't have known tango music if it leapt. And didn't have much of a sense of what tango was all about. In my heals from my dorm to the gym, rushing up hills, down dus...
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Blackberries: Quiet Moments of Sweetness
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Sunday, August 30, 2009. Quiet Moments of Sweetness. This is one of my best memories of Sunday, my worst of Kenny. I fear I haven't captured Sunday or his voice quite right, but a work in progress, I suppose. And it got late. Kitton asked Bruce “Should I get a ride home? Kenny interrupted “Why don’t you spend the night? You can borrow a pair of my pajamas.” And I knew he sure as hell wasn’t planning to have either of them spend the night on the couch. 8220;What are you working on? 8220;Mph.” I ...8220;If...
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Blackberries: Fluke
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Monday, August 24, 2009. My relationship with Dizzy, even my attraction to him, was, I think, a kind of fluke. It started on the Internet. I had joined this silly dating website, partially as some kind of social experiment born of extreme boredom and partially out of an irrational fear that I wouldn’t meet anyone worth dating in the real world for a long, long time. Dizzy sounded far more thoughtful and sophisticated in writing than he actually turned out to be, though perhaps that was just what I wanted...
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Blackberries: Messages
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Friday, October 23, 2009. Answering machine voice: You have five messages. I think: OMG, in one day? I bet they're all from mom. 1: Hey March, this is mom, I was wondering if you'd watched that Indian movie.etc. 2 (mom again): Hey March, I rented this dance movie. 3 (friend, D. who I had called in a state of despair the night before): Hey, sorry I missed your call last night I was asleep, hope you're OK.". 4 (friend, B., whom I had been late in meeting for a tango photoshoot): Where are you?
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Blackberries: July 2009
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Thursday, July 30, 2009. I have been wanting, more and more lately, to curl up into a tight little ball and dream the world away. Perhaps it is because I'm on the brink of my period, my lower back is aching its first tell-tale aches of the month. Perhaps it's a new symptom I'm developing in the ever changing kaleidescope of sensitivities and pains that come a little differently each month. I'm reminded of The Red Tent. Sometimes I think that, perhaps, I belong somewhere slower and simpler. Until the tink...
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Blackberries: December 2009
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Wednesday, December 23, 2009. When the World is Not Enough. I had started having sex with my boyfriend and the sex and the emotions didn't feel enough. I was no longer a little girl. In a moment of wanting to feel closer to my boyfriend I grabbed a knife and cut him. He cut me back.'. We had an exchange of something and we were covered in blood, my heart was racing. Then whenever I felt trapped, I'd cut myself. I have a lot of scars.'. Angelina Jolie, Interview for OK! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Blackberries: August 2009
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Sunday, August 30, 2009. Quiet Moments of Sweetness. This is one of my best memories of Sunday, my worst of Kenny. I fear I haven't captured Sunday or his voice quite right, but a work in progress, I suppose. And it got late. Kitton asked Bruce “Should I get a ride home? Kenny interrupted “Why don’t you spend the night? You can borrow a pair of my pajamas.” And I knew he sure as hell wasn’t planning to have either of them spend the night on the couch. 8220;What are you working on? 8220;Mph.” I ...8220;If...