"& let me be even more frank,

just to show you that i'm not a hard-hearted man, and it's not all dollars and cents." - wild woltz

my body is channeling effects of getting jolted to my reproductive system. my female organs are speaking to me. and now that i think about it, it only makes sense. it relates to my heartbreak. it relates to what i'm living and breathing right now in terms of my.. art. (my freaking pitch is all about how hiv/aids education affects everything.) and it's true. it relates to how i'm receiving health care right now in l.a. it relates to my social life.

macrobids. no sex. no alcohol. encore.

it relates to love. opportunity. policy. happiness.

coincidences.

wow. if everyone were able to talk openly about sex... if that just became the norm. it doesn't have to mean anything. like talking about the weather.

q's gen of the andals. they come to mind.

like talking about the weather.

his alter ego makes beats.

mya's "best of me" remix moment.


wilshire.

female high.

l.a.

oh antonio.


coincidentally j town comme d'hab.


delayed.

j town comme d'hab for real.

i have keys to this spot.



there's something not right about young geithner.

do you hear that?

jsuis fou.

am i blu(e).

slashes & burns.
i do a great job of covering them up.
can't tell if i ever got them in the first place.
and then spring comes a week early.
ça me fait depecher des trucs.
but karma's setting the vibe:
doucement tout.
and the realization comes.
la vie me vit.
in bloom.

wurstküche.

soulmate.

three-day old max.

la parada.

female highs in h.p.

masa & funky soleness.


j-town comme d'hab.

walking grand.

grandlux sesh.



sls hotel. g37 coupe convertible comes to l.a.

office hopping.

jesus christ. spring!

fine lines...

i don't know if i'm being stubborn or strong any more.

i am falling for 808s & heartbreak. just when i thought i was done with homie's current steez. talk about channeling shit into goodness. grief becomes dope.

my unexpected motivation.

philippines & heartbreak.

more sunshiny days.

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

- e.e.cummings

"scènes de la vie de bohème"

right now. i'm completely aware of my surroundings. the challenge is to be disinterested (in the most serene sense of the word). so while i'm hushing the mind, the body speaks. and my body seriously has been calling the shots. doc says it's attributed to a t-word. writing/saying it sounds so cliché, war-related. but i guess that's what i've been through. anyway, i'm calling it a very strong jolt to my being.

perfect timing, venus is in retrograde. but i have to admit it would be fun to get caught up in some sort of mature male distraction. a mr. big, if you will (that's all day). instead i hit up exhale, & lisa gave me some deep tissue goodness that's only starting to kick in right now actually.

and no liqs. i'd like to think that concretely fulfills the love planet's hiatus. saved me from getting into too much trouble in vegas. speaking of which, my type of guy does not hang out there. it was just a bit too button-down (many with non-sensical screen-printed "tattoo" designs on them), gel'd, clean-shaven, and alcoholic for my tastes. i ♥ rough & travel. with a lot creative. chill.

and so begins march. hazy. intuitive. funky.

after 40 pages of instructions.

mia & pot.

mia & francis at millie's baby shower.

pre-exhale.

bur-las.

venetian solo before the festivities.

ça commence...

legs & pole.

the bachelorette.

this bamboo doorknocker kept following us.

g for real.

safer sex kits.

not sure of the logic behind this game...
the hearts are made of velcro. it's like catch the penis?

marilyn, che, & michelle.

maxine.

april, tricia, & kara.

lilia & tricia.

vegas.

i like her handbag.