as I drive through Alabama it hit me. This state has seen so many amazing historic moments, how can I possibly in good conscience just drive through? Right then I saw a sign for Tuskegee and the National Memorial of the Airmen. Now I grew up in a military house and the Tuskegee Airmen were was discussed with the highest regard in my family. Their contribution to society was enormous and the incredible journey was one for many years after few knew about. But as this WW2 vets aged and the world slowed changed, their story was one to be heard. I’m unsure being black men if they will ever completely recieve the accolades they deserve in mainstream American society. I think HBO has done a wonderful job being them to life for 2-3 generations removed from this era. Yet even with this recent publicity, I am saddened by the obvious lack of upkeep this national moment has seen. Weeds grow rampage out of garden boxes and main rainfalls of debris are curled in every corner. Weeds have grown through the sidewalk and have taken over the nicely paced concrete making it look less soft, inviting, desirable. And the signs guide me out of the park to the hangar where these fine men learned to fly, fully restored and kept by the American people. Under it all it feels so freeing. A swarm of wasps fly by, the sound of the cicadas roar in the distance and the hot sticky humidity remind me this is the south. Deep South, and the magic happened here. With wasps, with flies, with cicadas, with humidity and thick thunderstorms. All things foreign to me, except the birth of hope and the actuality of living a dream. That’s something I can understand and I feel real frickin proud to be able to and stand her where heroes once dared.
so I’m out in this funny city. It’s a pace when people ask what I love the most, I usually say ‘leavin’ haha. But that how I feel. The energy in NYC doesn’t fit my soul. However being here, taking a break from the driving has never felt fuckin better. So my night started with hot and sweaty getting ready ritual in the attic of my boy Kev’s house. Soon after we took Uber to the train and ended up in Greenwitch Village. We went to the Rock Bar to watch the most bizarre burlesque show I have seen. And trust I’m no novice to burlesque. Haha. There was this fat unattractive gay man who did a song while acting out masturbating online with a webcam. It was weird and sooo not sexy. But after that was this spectacular performance by two darling queens ( see attached photo). And then we ended up at the Stonewall. Apparently there’s history here. I didn’t know. But while here I met Alex. The hot Turkish South African who was flirting with me all night and made my pussy so wet. He invited me to sing karaoke with him. First Elvis Prestly, then Backstreet Bogs followed by Brittany Spears. I asked him if he was gay,and he said “no, just bisexual.” Lol. But damn he was so hot. I told him he could touch my boobies next I see him. I’m never expecting that to come true since he left now and I’m drunk. It’s NYC on a random hump day out. But in case in excited! I wanted him to touch my boobies , so badly. But now that I have accepted my relationship status in ready to move on. I need a rebound fuck. Atleast a rebound comfort. It’s been so long and I’m scared to be vulnerable in front of someone. But it’s time. Alex reminded me of this tonight. I need to get on with my shit. It felt good to be flirted with especially with a hot international 23 year old. I guess I got it like that. Haha.
well my life has been up in the air since my last post. My lovely husband and I have separated and I find myself in search of a new identity. So I began this journey this summer with my sister. We drove across country together and ended up in Cleveland OH where I spent the remainder of my summer. Now that time has ended and I find myself on the road again, yet this time I am alone. There is something so comforting in driving across the expanse of this country with nothing but our thoughts. I have found clarity and a piece of mind I was lacking in LA. Maybe it was the smog or maybe it was my marriage, but whatever it was it is now gone. So this journey begins following Lake Erie all the way to Niagara Falls and Buffalo NY. I had the pleasure of staying at a dear friends house and spent the evening eating the classic Buffalo wing and exploring the area. Shout out to Duffs and Sulivans! Yum! Niagara Falls was everything I wanted it to be. Breath taking, gorgeous and peaceful. I rode Maid of the Mist and got soaked but loved the laughter rising from the boat and the smiles all around. I’m felling good and free for the first time in a long time. Although my car is dirty and packed to the brim, I love this life and adventure of exploration.