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14thStreetGirl

I am here for Friends and Networking

About Me

in the words of Sista Otis..."...I am driven by passion and passionate people. I am a lover and seek out those who rub their fingers across the texture of the moment, who do not cage their Self into premade rules but see and understand the moment and situation at hand. Those with an open heart but enough street skills to know when it is time to leave. Those that understand that angels are guarding and directing our every step but wont bail you outta every dumb ass move you make, and will rather be there to comfort you through it. Those that understand that this life is but a very clever illusion; a potent, lucid dream where nothing is really happening at all and since we happen to be here in this lucid dream, let us create the life that we wish to live. I am conscious of my actions, my feelings and my ever faithful gut instincts yet sometimes I'm still an asshole. I enjoy danger and strolling out along the edge of life to get a good look at the view... it's breathtaking from up here but I have no desire to jump. I make my own rules but enjoy and seek the counsel of the wisest of those that I know and pray often to the Holy Ghost for guidance.....I am not afraid to die because when I leave I know I am going home but I have a lot of work to get done before I check out. Every ending is just the intro to a new beginning. I live very fast in a healthy way. I like to catch a killer buzz but don't like to be sloppy. I enjoy a lover who likes to show me off. I like to slow dance in broad daylight in the middle of the street or the sidewalk with a sweetheart if I feel so inclined. If I am having a moment with someone I could care less who sees my acts of public affection. I love spending time with intellectuals, poets, comedians, actors, writers, musicians, lovers, travelers. Sweet hearted and kind people are SEXY…..Happiness is not a destination; it is something inside ones self. I know I am completely taken care of and am on the right path. All situations so called good and bad, all bring the tools into my life to help me appreciate life even more and to see beyond the veil. I am grateful for my story...mistakes and all...."

My Interests

music... books... art... film... did I say music?... theater... dance... great singer/songwriters... discovering new things... meeting new fun people... hysterical laughter... sci-fi... NY Yankees... food, food, food... NYC --------------------------------------------"in art and dream may you proceed with abandon..." -- patti smith

I'd like to meet:

"...the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..."

Music:

...the only thing that keeps me from going insane........ Ani DiFranco - Joan Osborne - Rufus Wainwright - Steve Tannen - The Weepies - Sam Shaber - Rachael Sage - Imani Coppola - Keren Ann - Imogen Heap - The White Buffalo - Fiona Apple - Bill Withers - Etta James - Richie Havens - Joni Mitchell - Dead Can Dance - Vance Gilbert - Ellis Paul - Moby - Ray Lamontagne - Amos Lee - Tom Waits - Tori Amos - Leonard Cohen

Movies:

Matrix/Reloaded/Revolution - Demolition Man - The Fifth Element - The Spanish Apartment - The Beat My Heart Skipped - Before Night Falls - Ghost Dog - Motorcycle Diaries - Science of Sleep - Pan's Labyrinth (!!) - A Scanner Darkly - Angel-A

Television:

Battlestar Galactica...Stargate SG-1...CSI...Sex & the City...Heroes...most TV is crap...reality shows are killing your brain cells...look away...

Books:

A Moveable Feast --- The Beat Hotel --- Basquiat --- Minor Characters

Heroes:

Ani D...Mountain Man...

My Blog

first cut

crackraw edgesprism diffusedbarefoot I, you barehandedtasting foreign fierce tongueswe find rhythm in fluencywild-eyed night sweat clings to your palmssalt anchors sweetI am unquenchedtake up your pun...
Posted by 14thStreetGirl on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 07:55:00 PST

I didn't write this one...

...but thought it was amazing so wanted to post it... "I promise to make you more alive than you've ever been. For the first time you'll see your pores opening like the gills of fish and you'll hear ...
Posted by 14thStreetGirl on Fri, 18 May 2007 11:17:00 PST

tail of stone

hands at 12 and 3 againsoft against my faceless touch, more scurrynot you I guessget the Raidkeep your eye on that one, she saidbut mine was busy swallowingnow I have indigestionI itch to purge you fr...
Posted by 14thStreetGirl on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 06:12:00 PST

gardening day

I am still spellbound by glossy skinsblind to brown bruisesnumb to crushing coils stealingyour cornered words fill my mouth with questionsrise/leap/retractfrosted glass orbs my tongue considersswallow...
Posted by 14thStreetGirl on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 09:21:00 PST

little accidents I meant

catches me pierces me that photo black and white what's in your hand I wonder scavenge for signs of remembers me maybe sometimeso loud there was so much laughter door kept opening I shiveredwere they ...
Posted by 14thStreetGirl on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 05:23:00 PST

pluto demoted

  banished from the system I think I have no fingers composed of dirt and ice I ledge-sit cold brick and watch my frosted breath rumbletrains beneath my feet homeless Jerry searches trashcans loo...
Posted by 14thStreetGirl on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 09:42:00 PST

ex-hale

  linoleum wedding cake castles leak September light she fed a good liar with summer and tequila and pieces of left ventricle   late obsessions lurk in walls like roaches blue TV hum ceiling...
Posted by 14thStreetGirl on Wed, 01 Nov 2006 10:29:00 PST

letters from 14th street

lean into her in streetlightcall her by her worn-out namestilettos sink in stones holding nightwashed barrenstained cleanremember her in dirty polyestergraffiti down her thighsneon down her backshe at...
Posted by 14thStreetGirl on Wed, 01 Nov 2006 06:51:00 PST

oliver's money

halfway to Brooklynbathed in 4amone by one I passed them, my half-smoked cigarettesfilters severed, they sparked againfor you, brief but brilliantyou squint-eyed the distancewary of the wakingand stee...
Posted by 14thStreetGirl on Thu, 26 Oct 2006 09:27:00 PST

arc

I worship at the altar of spilt milkknees permanently groovedyou again?even mice learneventuallyfinger-rubbed velvet melds bible verse in heavy-metal Buddhaher imperfect head, backlit and handheldBill...
Posted by 14thStreetGirl on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 06:00:00 PST