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I have made some great friends in St. Petersburg, and Tampa, and Clearwater, and Largo, and Pinellas Park, and Bradenton, and all around the area. But I have made great friends in other places I’ve lived as well (love you Ashley and Kelli) and it appears I can only outrun my unhappiness for a short time. A gypsy I am, and a gypsy I’ll be. I always think I’ll be happier somewhere else, things will be better, I will find someone to love me. I know this is true because stupid, stupid me has kind of fallen in love with 2 different guys I only know (or thought I knew) from the internet…how you doin’, Mr. C and Mr. O? I so very much want that knight in shining armor, that winning lottery ticket, that beautiful baby, that man who looks at me like maybe I am magic. I applied for jobs in Atlanta and Miami, and Miami called first, so I’m headed south, running away from my mental health, trying to be happy again, if only for a while.
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On days like these I have to question if I have a gypsy curse , voodoo or worse hoodoo, did somebody put roots on me?! My story begins last week, when I met this lovely man on the interwebs. He is cute, smart, former military, and is clever in his texting and emails. We made a date to have lunch at Lemongrass on today (Saturday) and then we were going to the Warhol Exhibit at the Dali. I have been preparing all week for this day, getting an expensive haircut, buying a new Polo shirt to match my eyes, Just for Men-ing my eyebrows, cleaning the apartment, bathing the gremlins, and finally calling in sick to work and going to the beach (so I will be all tan/red and healthy looking when we have our joyous meet). I am so excited, I am ready, the dog days are over, this is my husband!
During the night, I wake up a couple of times rubbing my eye, which is bothering me for some reason. I finally get up for good around 8 a.m. and have a look in the mirror: it’s bad, real bad. My right eyelid is red and swollen, making my eyes observably different sizes. I panic and google and text my friends and figure out I apparently have a stye. Now this is where I start to question being cursed. I have never had a stye in my life, didn’t even know what it was, but I mysteriously have one on the only, only, only day that I am meeting this beautiful man? FML…
I can’t let my future ex-husband see my like this, and when I explain my situation he (quickly) agrees to push our glorious meeting out a few days, when I am better. He was very agreeable to this, especially after I disclosed it was vaguely contagious 😦 I hope he is the patient and loving and kind man that i have imagined him to be, and will wait for my disease to dissipate. I just can’t let him see his future blushing bride with one big eye and one little eye, it ain’t cute.
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I loved this deliciously smart, clever little book, devouring it on one five hour read last night. Bingo is the trickster, a drug runner, thief, scam artist and the hero of our story. This book gave me a glimpse into the slums of Kibera, in Nairobi, Kenya, where smart little Bingo is the “hustler extraordinaire.” He also has a wonderfully wicked sense of humor and perspective for a street kid from the ghetto in one of poorest parts of the world.
“Meet Bingo, the greatest drug runner in the slums of Kibera, Nairobi, and maybe the world. A teenage grifter, often mistaken for a younger boy, he faithfully serves Wolf, the drug lord of Kibera. Bingo spends his days throwing rocks at Krazi Hari, the prophet of Kibera’s garbage mound, “lipping” safari tourists of their cash, and hanging out with his best friend, Slo-George, a taciturn fellow whose girth is a mystery to Bingo in a place where there is never enough food. Bingo earns his keep by running “white” to a host of clients, including Thomas Hunsa, a reclusive artist whose paintings, rooted in African tradition, move him. But when Bingo witnesses a drug-related murder and Wolf sends him to an orphanage for “protection,” Bingo’s life changes and he learns that life itself is the “run.”
A modern trickster tale that draws on African folklore, Bingo’s Run is a wildly original, often very funny, and always moving story of a boy alone in a corrupt and dangerous world who must depend on his wits and inner resources to survive.”
alternate title: It’s You Baby
My paternal side of the family are of Irish ancestry, black Irish. My maternal side is a hodge-podge, German, Italian, French…and Romani, Roma, the people. I’m looking back on some of my life choices and wondering if I can blame the mistakes on my gypsy roots. I have caravaned my way through life for 23 years now, moving on, giving up, starting fresh…however I want to spin it. At 17, I moved to Pensacola, FL, then Birmingham, AL, Jacksonville, AL, Alpine, AL, Atlanta, Birmingham, Pensacola, Orlando, Pensacola, Oakland, CA, New Orleans, Birmingham, Pensacola…and now Fort Lauderdale. Four months later, I’m trying to talk myself into moving back to Birmingham, there might be a man there, cost of living is low, I could possibly swing a mortgage, it actually gets cold…WTF?
Take a good look at yourself, John: It’s You Baby! Until I find myself and figure out how to be happy with me, I’m not gonna be able to settle down and live happily ever after, ever…with someone else or alone. I’m in arguably the gayest nomenclature in the U.S., certainly in the southern states. I have a good…uhh fair…uhh paying job, I’m healthy, I have some degrees and education, there are literally thousands of middle-aged gay men lurking everywhere ’round here…I need to make this work, I can make this work, people like me, I’m special (good special)… I’m all yours Fort Lauderdale, help me get back to being happy and gay! well happy anyways…
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