I spent many a year in Siberia, or at least emotionaly.
I have to tell you, it's really nice being there, since you don't have to care about anything, and you are just focussing on performing wtvr you might be on at the moment. Weather it be for youself or for others. It's great in terms of efficiency or in terms of being capable; but sucks when you turn the lights off at night and you end up in bed with a full day behind you and two hours of sleep to be had.
You've taken more pain killers then you should have today, but you couldn't have functioned otherwise, since you were out late the night before drinking hard, and had to make an apearance today. Throw on your best of the best and smile like the world is smiling back at you. Strange thing is, they are. They don't know you or know any better. You're so very good at being good to them, they're happy to have you there, you make them feel good.
You've forgotten how to make youself feel good, or remember what it's like to have someone else make you feel they way you make them feel. Maybe they do, maybe they try and you just don't notice. Tragic, since you wouldn't know the difference.
After that stunning performance, I've been hiding at home. I've done nothing but hide myself away from what I was. I'm affraid of myself now. Strange to say it but being that hot, on fire, and right now, was amazing, and intoxicating, the power was seductive and I enjoyed it. If I could say for certain it wasn't worth it, it would be easyer to put it behind me. But I loved the pain, and I miss it. This video game has kept my mind off everything that could ever have matered, so when people ask me what I've been up to and I say nothing or not much, I really mean it, since I may not have left the house the past few days at all. So I'm sitting on the edge now, looking over.
Perhaps now is the time to leap back into a life I could have, I should have and deserve. I've always wanted to be able to do more of that I want and be able to express and explore myself. I'm peeling myself away from the game slowly, but sometimes finding myself falling back into it, since I've been loosing touch with some people I miss, and also has given me time to see that some others I don't miss quite so much.
I'm giving it a go, since I think I do deserve a shot at something worth while in this life and I'm wasted if I don't share myself with others, since wine is great, but it always seems better with a meal, or even a nice peice of cheese.
I've decided to try and cut out butter, chocolate, some cheese and colas as best I can, and try to not drink beer as well. Trying to clear up my skin and loose the flab a little as well. Trying to jog every day, even if it's just a couple blocks (which I haven't done today) So far so good, but I can't help but crave everything I shoudn't be having. This mainly due to the fact that I was eating a lot of junk every day and night, it was good, but I wasn't really even enjoying it for the money and the tole it was taking on my body, so I'm trying to replace the chocolates and chips with green apples. It's kinda working. Gonna have to assign a day for eating naughty things I think, that way I know I can have it, just not today, as opposed to never.

And damit, I wanna dance. I've recently become a Rihanna fan, as well as James Blunt, and rediscovered Pink.
The music you don't hear quite so much or not as often is really quite something.
Little brain tangent ther as I was searching for images to add.
But Rihanna dances in her videos or at least seems like it and honestly, it inspired me to be able to dance again. People keep stopping me from exploring my body and what I can do with it. I asked Joe if I could be a male model if I changed some things and he said quite promptly No, and upon some further reflection, stuck to his No, which was really upsetting to me, not to mention when he told me I could never look str8 even if I was in a still photo, and then, added, posed by someone, and then added in black and white, not even at that could I look str8. I was a little taken aback. I can't think of specific examples, but no one seems to support my aaspiration to dance either. I know my mother doesn't think I'm the least bit graceful or coordinated or anything dance-like.
But I have to add, that one fine summer, at the Shtataha arts festival in EL, there was this dance pair, interpretive dance or something and they did a workshop. With body and movement. rhytmic dance i think it was. There were a few percussionists and this woman leading the session and they got us to go through some movements and meditations as we tried different things, some were easyer then others, and then at the end, they literally got everyone to thank the musicians with a dance of their own at the centre of the circle people had formed. It was to be an all out uninhibited dance and bodily expression of self. In that ONE moment, that single moment, I felt free. The people were all there to be supportive, it was a safe space, people of all sorts and capabilities were there, and I had no shame or reasons why I couldn't dance; so I did, and I did hard. It was pure passion. Dance as it should be.
Ya know, I don't have a bad body. I think I was just raised so terribly non-sexually that I am terribly ashamed of it, and am working on accepting that fact, that yes, I do and I should apreciate it.

Dat, my first queer experience ( no I didn't sleep with him, but he was like a god send to me, showing me that gay was okay) Bi-sexual Kickboxing asian runway model; it must have killed him a little inside when I categorically said no, that I wasn't gay. Bold faced lied to him, and lied to myself. I had never really denied it that strongly before and for no reason.
He was the first persone I think to tell me that I was actually good looking and if i lost some weight, I could be a model too, perhaps. And for fuck sakes, there's no reason I couldn't be. I'm shaped right. My parts are how they should be. I just need less flab covering some of them.. lol





