What Shame Looks Like

I wear a denim mini skirt in the summer because L.A. is very hot. I’m not trying to be sexy. One day I walked up a staircase as a man walked down.

imgresHe had stringy white hair and a white 5 o’clock shadow. He wore a straw hat, a Hawaiian shirt and shorts. I did not like the look of him, but that might be something I’m laying over the memory because of what happened next.

I felt weird, so pulled my skirt snug around my thighs and looked down. He was looking at my bare thighs and deeper, into the center of me.

And in that split second we locked eyes. Continue reading

Perhaps Something New

imagesI take comfort in this quiet space. I live in a traffic clogged cacophony. It’s hard to think in this city, hard to find a space to breathe without fighting traffic to get there. We must get creative and clear the space ourselves. Here is mine and here I am free to find some movement and push this stagnant energy around.

Perhaps something can come of it. Continue reading