Our lives are woven through with themes-galore. A core motif unfolding in many, mine included, is the dance between connectedness and solitude. I have had my most fulfilling queer experiences alone with my self.
Nothing promotes soul growth like some quiet contemplation in between zany nights out at the bar.
I don't know whether I'll ever achieve that perfect balance between bountiful aloneness and the excitement that queer sociality can offer. That self-aware responsiveness is a psychic muscle, exercised when I'm alone and when I'm in contact with you. Today I enjoy the milieu more episodically. Home alone, nothing grounds me like a night off. Scribbling myself into being in my journal, I let the phone ring unanswered, steeped in the vast concoctions of my pen.