Friday, December 28, 2007

New Year Resolution


When midnight bells ring
In still waters flow a river
In silent contemplation
Clear water is my mirror

·Feeding land, melting ice
·Lonely river free
·Through the wild sky at dawn
·Waters washing fear


When the clock beats twelve
All my minds will know
Waters may be still
Aware where they flow

·Rely on what is mine
·Ken to trust the gut
·Eyes open, vision clear
·Cornerstone, keep shut

Thursday, December 20, 2007

There's Me

1. Is there anyone on your friends list you would ever consider having sex with?
Sure thing and right now!

2. Sex in the morning, afternoon or night?
Anytime, with the right guy.

3. What side of the bed do you sleep on?
On the right. But that's really the wrong for me, 'cos I always sleep sideways facing right.

4. Pork, beef, or chicken?

5. Have you ever had to pull over on the side of the road to puke?
Yeah. My family's Summers were always in the mountains.

6. Have you ever taken your clothes off for money?

7. Shower or bath?
Shower. Hot, and preferably with company.

8. Do you pee in the shower?
What, do ppl actually do that??

9. Mexican or Chinese?
Chinese. Southern China, spicy.

10. Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed?
I want someone unpredictable.

11. Do you love someone on your friends list?
I love almost everybody there.

12. Do you know all the people on your friends list?
No. Some are actually complete strangers.

13. Love or money?

14. Credit cards or cash?
Credit cards. Reminds me money is not a paper bill or metallic coins, but a state of mind in action.

15. Has there ever been anyone in your family you wish wasn't?
Yeah. Hell, yeah. All the time.

16. Would you rather go camping or to a 5 star hotel?
A five star hotel, most definetely!

17. What is the weirdest place you have had sex?
My parents' bedroom. Not their bed, though.

18. Would you shave your entire body (including your head) for money?
Yeah, but that'd have to be too much money, so I don't think anybody could pay the whole price.

19. Have you ever been to a strip club?

20. Ever been to a bar?
Ugh, yeah.

21. Ever been kicked out of a bar or a club?
Alas, no. Neither had the courage to kick myself out for my own good.

22. Ever been so drunk you had to be carried out of somewhere?

23. Kissed someone of the same sex?
Hmmm... No, but I'm looking for candidates to be my first time. :D

24. Favorite drink?
Morangoska/Strawberry caipiroska.

25. Had sex in a movie theater?
Yeah, but didn't cum. Neither did he. Them.

26. Had sex in a bathroom?
All the time.

27. Have you ever had sex at work?
No. But I have masturbated.

28. Have you ever been in an "adult" store?
No, and I have no idea why...

29. Bought something from an adult store?
No. And I have no idea what I'd buy, except for maybe videos.

30. Have you been caught having sex?
Pfff... yeah, and several times. In my early teens, I had a buddy who's now engaged to a girl. He came to stay with his aunt in my neighbourhood every Summer. We had sex everyday I think, and my mom and my sister always came into the bedroom without knocking.

31. Does anyone have naughty pics of you?
Yes. Haha. But no nudity.

32. Have you ever had sex with someone and called them the wrong name?
No, but I call my boyfriend 'mom' or 'dad' everytime he has to wake me up! :D

33. Who do you think has the guts to repost this?
Everybody on my list. If they didn't, they wouldn't be there. Or they committed a mistake adding me.

Monday, December 17, 2007

The Darkest Hour

I'm for the first time in my life experiencing the gradual withering of Nature. I can see a long shadow projected on the ground at noon, most trees have no leaves anymore, it sleeted just the other day, peaches have disappeared from the grocery. It's a bit strange to witness all this without creating a whole ritual with a group, or chanting invocations and prayers. Just letting Nature do Its work. Winter, and its brand new order, finally begin to finds its way to my life.

The Light shows signs of wanting to be born again, yeah, though the ice is still on the way. On Thursday, I attended a panel about Homossexuality and Religion in a local university. One of the participants represented Wicca. I felt much more connected to what most of the catholics said, and didn't really feel represented in the Wiccan talk, so I decided to take a chance at the end of the event when everybody was done speaking (Spaniard style, I'd say) to mention that contrary to the idea the Wiccan on stage gave, Pagan traditions are very much community-oriented and, yes, Love is also paramount on my Path. I think I got to actually close the night when I quote Doreen Valiente's bit of the Charge: "All acts of love and pleasure are my rituals". I just had to add my two cents, that's me. Nevertheless, I got the contacts of the speaker and am still to get in touch with him.

On Saturday night, Lady Bartlett hosted the Faerie Heart Circle. I was all excited for it, left my gay meditation group early to attend it, but in the end, I let shame, guilt and the boyfriend all together ruin the experience for me. The group is to meet again. I'll hope I know better next time.

The Osho Zen Tarot I bought on finally arrived and I started playing with it this weekend. I'm doing the card-a-day thing till I light up all the symbols in there and assimilate the whole vision behind that deck, which by the way is SO beautiful. I first used that deck in an Osho meditations workshop I got some five years ago in Rio. Now I finally own it.

So, I could bet that I am now just before the break of Dawn. Sometime soon, the Sun will rise again and the Light will be back. Meanwhile, I coccoon and hold the vision.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

1 + 1 = 3

At this point of my life, with already a great deal of my identity figured out, much of my talents and personal weaknesses uncovered and a vision of what I want to do with my life pretty clear, I figure that the Red Thread's tossed me across the Ocean all by myself and partially language-deprived to force me to learn how to sort through levels of relationships. Specifically, to try to figure out how relationships and that mind-boggling 1+1=3 effect that you get more often than advisable for a predictable social life or the preservation of innocence.

I'm writing with a specific scene in mind, and while the topic of the writing is new, the scene itself is not. Yes, it's one of those meals with Jose's friends I'm still totally unused to and generally deprived of means to live through without feeling like an emotional mess afterwards. Last Saturday night, which is traditionally NOT my favourite part of the week, the topic was me. Me, overeating at the table; me, and the bad choice vegetarianism is; me and my tummy; me and how I am one of those people that love appearing on photos and everything else petty people love to talk about. I recall one of these cheesy posters with landscape backgrounds and pocket-wisdom sayings in cursive fonts that have always been pretty popular in Brazil from when I was a kid:

"Pessoas grandes falam de idéias. Pessoas medianas falam de fatos. Pessoas pequenas falam de pessoas."

[Big people talk about ideas. Medium people talk about facts. Small people talk about people.]

I can relate. And maybe due to seeing that poster so many times over and over, it probably sank in for good, and just staying in an environment where other people are the topic makes me sick. Being the topic is even worse. Let alone the little fluency in the language that frustrates a profoundly language-oriented person like myself. There were days when it used to be pretty simple. Back in my teens, when I was a loner, or in my early adulthood, when anytime I found myself in a freak show I simply phased out and moved on to swim in healthier waters. A frustrated coven, workmates, feri witchcraft, neighbourhood gossipers and--the ultimate crucible--extended family are people you can easily forward somewhere else you're precisely avoiding to be. Leaving money for your share of the bill, standing up and walking away used to be so easy.

In a good deal of not-so-recent, teenage, witchcraft-theme films, samples of the collective hysteria that a group in which relationships deeper than the intelligence of individuals comprised therein brews seem pretty much veracious and have been proven very much truthful and true in my own experience. And after a certain point in your life, when life becomes a little more complex, the risk is still present, but the on-off relationship switch ain't so close at hand.

It is possible that what makes people's irrationality looks worse and worse over time is the contrast you feel with your own level of (un)awareness(?) and sensitivy to your own Shadow, but I'm actually inclined to blame it on the 1+1=3 equation. When you take somebody else into your life and slowly begin to live life as two, you're necessarily bringing in whatever life they've lived so far. Bad luck it's a bunch of fossiles from the eighties, obsessed with looks, driven by the extremely old-fashioned perfect-body craze and heeding no spiritual callings whatsoever. Legacy. Dowry.

I'm pretty glad I've lived my own life before moving in up here, and I comprehend it's probably hard for him, too. Taking wonderstock again, I realise that too much of what I've been writing and musing about is actually the part of my life that used to not be my life. I might just as well use all my powers to deal with the new 'past' as I successfully did with my personal-individual one.