the female gaze

Look with your eyes, not with your hands.


Such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.



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Thursday, July 11, 2002
 
good things.

when it rains, it pours ~ in a good way. too much excitement to sleep with the prospect (and the sudden surprise) of so many wonderful characters coming to this City, the perfect setting for mischeif, mayhem, and the kind of memories worthy of last year's spotless and never-to-be-topped summer. the summer has finally come for the patient ones who waited to greet it in mid-july. Tonight, I am the grinning-est, happiest, excitedest I have been in New York this year.