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About Me

Here I love you. (by pablo neruda, thanks to cody, this made my day)In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself. The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters. Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.The snow unfurls in dancing figures. A silver gull slips down from the west. Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.Oh the black cross of a ship. Alone. Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet. Far away the sea sounds and resounds. This is a port. Here I love you.Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels that cross the sea towards no arrival. I see myself forgotten like those old anchors. The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there. My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. I love what I do not have. You are so far. My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights. But night comes and starts to sing to me.The moon turns its clockwork dream. The biggest stars look at me with your eyes And as I love you, the pines in the wind want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

My Interests

the man who fell in love with the moon, the history of love, teachings on love, push, from a native daughter, parable of the sower, parable of the talents, when things fall apart, the way of the wizard, conscious loving, the adventures of frog and toad, as she climed across the table

I'd like to meet:

any radical queers of color looking to start a collective-ish house this fall in san francisco or oakland.

Music:

"real things come one at a time. they come into your hand, and then disappear." p. 121

Heroes:

"We are like children building a sand castle. We embellish it with beautiful shells, bits of driftwood, and pieces of colored glass. The castle is ours, off-limits to others. We're willing to attack if others threaten to hurt it. Yet despite all our attachment, we know that the tide will inevitably come in and sweep the sand castle away. The trick is to enjoy it fully but without clinging, and when the time comes, let it dissolve back into the sea. This letting go is sometimes called nonattachment, but not with the cool, remote quality often associated with that word. This nonattachment has more kindness and more intimacy than that. "