I needed to move a sofa.
I mentioned this to an American. He said, "You know anybody with a truck?"
I did not know anybody with a truck.
He looked at me with real concern. Not pity. Concern. The way you look at a man who has told you he does not have a name.
"You gotta know somebody with a truck."
I asked how one acquires such a person.
He said, "You just do."
This is the third time I have received that answer in this country. It is the answer to everything here. You just do. There is no process. There is only the eventual fact of having.
He said, "Ask Kevin."
I do not know a Kevin. He said Kevin like I should. He said it the way you say a shared uncle.
I met Kevin four days later. Kevin owns a truck. Kevin does not own a truck for himself. Nobody owns a truck for themselves. Kevin owns a truck for a fifteen mile radius.
Inside I said: THIS MAN HAS TAKEN A VOW. HE DID NOT ANNOUNCE IT. HE SIMPLY PURCHASED A BED AND ACCEPTED THE CONSEQUENCES.
Kevin arrived on Saturday. He brought the truck. He also brought a second man.
I had not asked for a second man.
The second man's name is Tony. Tony came because Kevin came. Tony did not know me. Tony did not ask what we were moving. Tony brought gloves.
They moved the sofa in eleven minutes.
I offered them money. Both of them laughed at the same time, which felt rehearsed and was not.
I asked what I owed them.
Kevin said, "Buy the pizza."
That is the price. That is the entire economy. The truck costs one pizza and the pizza is not negotiable and the pizza is also not expensive and everyone knows what size.
Inside I said: THE FEE IS FIXED ACROSS THE ENTIRE NATION AND WAS SET BY NO ONE.
We ate on the floor because the sofa was against the wall and none of us wanted to be the first to sit on it.
Tony told me his daughter plays soccer. I asked if she is good. He said, "She's aggressive."
I still think about that.
Three weeks later, Kevin texted me.
"You free Sunday? Helping Tony move a fridge."
He did not ask if I wanted to. He informed me of a fridge.
Inside I said: I HAVE BEEN CALLED UP. I DID NOT ENLIST. THE PAPERS WERE FILED ON MY BEHALF.
I went. I moved the fridge. I have no truck. I contributed only arms.
Afterward, a man I had never met asked me if I knew anybody with a truck.
I said, "Yeah, I got a guy."
I have a guy.
I am somebody's guy now, too. Tony has told two people about me.
He describes me as "the guy who's strong for his size."
I have never been prouder of a sentence in my life.
Self absorbed ecstasy is kind of the point of ecstasy though. Full embodied experience pulled from the core of oneself in relationship with the outer experience. One and the same. Shining from the whole of the experience through the personal lens of the person
Bryan Johnson turning out to be a pioneer in the devastatingly underexplored world of female biology because he’s deeply in love . It’s kind of amazing
Not that it never fell cold, but the resistance was stronger, the pelts we wore were tough but supple, well made and loved. The heat came from us sleeping together like a pile of puppies. Or gathering the animals & working for a fire.
Some rainy days are very much about being in the body- smelling it, laying dewy grass, a slightly atmospheric humidity washed in between the drops. A prelude to memory & nostalgia of something wild we hide from. Remember when our skin didn’t fall cold because we bathed in rivers?
painting is a romantic thing I enjoy on rainy day, I feel more brave about creating somber colors which is so satisfying. I feel guilty painting somber releases on beautiful sunny spring summer days, those ones aren’t so much about solitude but becoming a bit of everything.
No matter how hard I’ve tried over the years to make a rainy day about tea, a house pet nearby, stew on the stove & candles it’s always been about sex, smoke & some addictive bittersweet melancholic waltz. A day for secrets to swell out of the walls like salt from the skin
this was so incredible, i love how she said that being like catnip is much about embodying your eroticism in ways that bring all of your senses to life. it has a lot to with aliveness, succulence, juiciness. the pizazz of walking in with your shoulders arched back, festivity (joie de vivre), enjoying all of life’s sensual sensory pleasures with unsuppressed hunger and curiosity. you become incredibly seductive when you burst with joy for life, because that joy is generative for you.
erotic wholeness empowers every aspect of a woman’s life, especially creativity and the charge of life-force. you need to learn how to be easily orgasmic, easily indulgent, ready for receiving pleasure in every capacity, because that is a source of your power, and it’s infinitely regenerative.
i also loved it when she said that a good reason for studying the goddesses, the mythical women of deep history, is because you get to see female sexuality unmediated by civilization. you see female hyper-sexuality without any patriarchal suppression, in its rawest purest form, and the tendency is for women’s sexual expression to be completely uncurbed and feral.
No matter how hard I’ve tried over the years to make a rainy day about tea, a house pet nearby, stew on the stove & candles it’s always been about sex, smoke & some addictive bittersweet melancholic waltz. A day for secrets to swell out of the walls like salt from the skin
As romantic as a rainy day feels an old unromantic forms comes like a shadow standing in the door frame waiting for me to walk through it to be with me again. I want a cigarette & rum & not in any beautiful way. I could cut my ear off & it would be beautiful like that.
Reading Steinbeck is like rubbing river bank dirt underneath my eyes and using the sandy earth as an exfoliant on my legs. It's like putting a frog on my thigh and to intermittently talk with while I occasionally dissipate into the rhythm of the water