san fran fan

...i really hope blogger doesn't consider this "adult content"
because i really pared down the graphic photos for this post.


the trip to san francisco last week was a blur.
from the culture to the drug use to the people
to the sweaty mass of gays running around at folsom
to the sheer excitement of seeing missed friends
i really had a wonderful and memorable time.


leather daddies and cubs roamed the streets on sunday, sept 25,
looking for hedonism, fulfillment, and perhaps
someone to water their blooming rosebuds.


i caught up with candice and chatted about unemployment.
it's nice to know we're still on the same wavelength about things.
we agreed that folsom was a mere pup in comparison
to our experience at the christopher street day festival in berlin.


digo and katharine rounded out the trip.
can you believe i hadn't seen them in over 14 months?!
we warehouse raved, smoked, SFMOMAed, chatted and ate,
and i really wish we lived closer to one another.


last but certainly not least is anna!
the last 2+ months since germany have seemed a lot longer,
and it was amazing to run through the fields into her arms.
i wish we had more time together, but it was nice nonetheless
to meet her friend cooper and talk about food orgies.

Ms. Gloom & Doom

lately i've felt insane.

change of weather brings change of mood,
and i go from laughing and smiling,
racing through the streets in the sun,
to panicked and moody and REALLY self-doubtful.
it's probably because...

• it's the last stretch and thoughts of this year ending
  make me wonder what i have and will accomplish.
  
• no matter what i eat or drink my stomach makes
  really uncomfortable noises at work.
  
• being less avoidant means more interaction with people
  from the past means realizing inadequacies.
  
• serious sleep deprivation and oncoming illness leads me to
  FEEL BAD AND OVERTHINK/SECOND GUESS EVERYTHING.
  

digo, katharine and murray are in FL for ultra right now
and i'm stuck in front of a computer for 80% of the day.
i would scream right now but i have zero privacy.

nostalgia

in some ridiculous, uncomprehensible way
i understand when katharine said that she
had a great deal of nostalgia for williamsburg.
it was so simple and easy. uninspiring perhaps but easy.
i'll always remember our times there together.
nothing can replace the insanity!