In my youth I brazenly flouted the norms of my culture and hence was plagued by bouts of madness. I went to a cognitive reformatory to convert me back to the sacred dogma of consensual reality. Since then I have back slid into non-ordinary reality.
I spent most of the eighties and nineties on a quest for a college degree. My academic epiphany of three degrees left me quite unprepared for life on the outside. I currently rest on my laurels as a hobo poet and raconteur to a select audience of very gracious and forbearing people. C’est la vie.
Interests hiking, camping, canoeing, kayaking, philosophy, poetry, theater, Pre-Raphaelite art
Favorite Books Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Walden, Arabian Nights, Narcissus and Goldman, Demian, Steppenwolf, The Sand Child, Sacred Night, Delta of Venus, Little Birds, Amazons: Erotic Explorations of Ancient Myths, Sleeping Beauty Trilogy (Anne Rice)
Favorite Authors Herman Hesse, Robert Pirsig, Anaïs Nin, Li Po, Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, Gregory Corso
Favorite Movies The Quiet Earth, As Night Was Falling, 2001: A Space Odyssey, Star Wars, Unbearable Lightness of Being, Ulee's Gold, Red Shoe Diaries
Favorite TV Shows St. Elsewhere, Thirtysomething
Favorite Music Windham Hill, Pink Floyd, Alan Parson's Project, Dave Brubeck, Suzanne Vega, Kate Bush
Women communing together in sensual love. Botticelli Venus Incarnate.
We are two women in Holy Communion with the feminine. We sit quietly on the couch. I am wrapped in a silk bath robe. The sensation of the fabric on my bare body arouses me. As I shift my posture the cloth rubs my nipples driving me to distraction. And you...
