JoinedFebruary 20, 2015
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NYC is glorious: the street life, the food, the energy. But Boston is much cheaper and carries much less stress. The dilemma is intense and even spiritual.
My writing tends towards intimate self-disclosure. It's exhilarating, terrifying, and dangerous for me. I hope it promotes growth and change.
Orthodox Jewish communities hurt and shun many sensitive, vibrant souls who fall beyond traditional gender expectations and identities, but I think they can do better.
My spiritual quest is kind of skewed since I so want our world and lives to have mystical significance. I wrote a poem about it all.
I gave birth to a rich afterlife realm. Judgment, adventure, insight, amazement... it's all there.
I love intense Facebook conversations, until they turn nasty. Then, my friends, I become an unhappy addict.
What is age? What is truth? What is time? If I feel like I’m 18, or 28, or whatever, why can’t I be?
The group I imagined was splendid. But since when is something that seems wondrous actually wondrous and not, you know, a cult, or whatever?
Food, you are sublime, terrifying, and filled with struggle. I love you, but why must you cause such guilt and fear?
I act like a nervous lunatic when I encounter people who upset me in the past. Maybe I should calm down and see them as fodder for an adventure.
