It’s the end to Vegas. Again. Wrapped in my towel after massaging this drag make up off in a hot bath. Feeling super empowered because I conquered another venue, engaged another crowd energy, connected with my sisters-in-psysical-art. If you don’t know who they are, then please don’t ask, just read more so we’ll get on the same page.
I thinks it’s hilarious, discovering – now without dread locks for the first time in a decade – that really short hair sticks straight up like a Halloween costume of Big Boy or Archie or Max Hedroom after you towel it. You might expect me to be out partying at the Hard Rock or parkouring another casino landscape, but I’m an introverted performer. Gasp. Now that you think about it, the introverted performer is an archetype that you are familiar with – you’ve actually met many. I have great social skills and really enjoy company. But I’d very much prefer that company to be EITHER an audience watching me craft my humaness for our effective communication OR be with the right person, just us, intensely, warmly, geniusly one on one.
When we can really be bags of bones animated and so very alive.
Instead I’m sitting in a damp towel with outstanding punked up hair savoring a joint all by myself. All by mySelf and not ashamed or regretful of that whatsoever. Another wise plant of nature that is stepping forward because it has something to teach us. And we are imbibing to learn. We are eating to learn. We are breathing to learn. We take in and learn the consciousness of that plant. Every plant has wisdom and is a potential teacher. Speaking loudest when humans or the individual is ready (and needs) to hear. That, and I’ve found myself to be fabulous company without much exception, so smoking a joint alone is special.