Gary was drunk! Blinded by Chopin vodka or was it her gold top reflecting the lights of the city below that caused him to trip landing face to face with the strippers on the floor. The two ladies were in the mist of putting on a show for their onlookers, but Gary couldn't take his eyes of the girl hiding behind the plants outside. "How much for Weezie?" Before he even knew what he was doing he tapped the dancer, in a mid thrust, and pointed to the girl smoking a joint on the balcony. "For that poor thing $150".
Thank god they have a lot of alcohol and weed here. Marble floors, million dollar views and 2 high end strippers inserting things into themselves...How did I end up the only girl with this bachelor party? Experience of a lifetime, oh, and Gary was nice. No, I had not begun to hallucinate, thankfully ruling out the CAZADORES TEQUILA, the world I had stepped into that night was more like a behind the scenes documentary on "Harmless High Rollers". Right? After a slight hesitation in my thoughts I pulled one last hit off the joint and went inside for another drink.
"Weezie, Weezie, Weezie!" The chanting moved stealthily around my whole body. A wave of realization hit me as the naked women began their hunt, I the prey. I made eye contact with Gary who was staring at me with a look of hazey amazement. I could feel my spirit squirming with furor inside me like a little kid about to get their first shot. My internal voice screamed NOOOOOO and I quickly covered my eyes with my hands. "Come on sweetie we wont bite".
Wont bite, I sure hope not, but you will rub and touch and eweeee!!!!
slow motion silence filled the next 30 seconds.....
Danger had presented itself to me in the form of a pierced vagina...however, my superhero instincts transported me with lightning speed to a safe hide out...the bathroom. After a few conversations through the door I re-entered the party to find an array of passed out positions I never thought I would find men.
With stunningly fond farewells I departed from my "harmless high rollers" with sloppy hugs and shared memories.
Gary remembered he was engaged.
Feb 27, 2005
Feb 23, 2005
words about sea ghosts...Part 2
It is about 60 feet deep off these rocks and scarcely explored. Only those brave enough to let the ocean wonders naturally invade their spirit are granted entry here. Beauty, sadness and story immediately engulfed me as we let the waves take us under. Everything about our entire beings were intensly surrounded by the fortuitous visions of this underwater exhibit. Our love was begining to soak in the glowing warmth of the sea, its creatures and each other. On this occasion our secret seascape played the natural songs of the whales. My thoughts would wander as I imagined the enormous life that swam freely in the dark blue waters behind me. But, Bruce was my very own Titan introducing me to the blue lagoon adventures only we were to discover. I let the colorful flow of the current put me in a trance and lead me to an old fishing net living one within the coral. I was captivated by how the ropes gentel movement gave breath to the tides. Green with kelp life and deeply tangled in the reef by ages of storms this net was alive. I went to the surface for air. As I dove back down a beam of rainbow tinted light shot out from the biggest lobster I had ever seen. The multicolors bouncing around it like a tropical rain dance was mesmerizing. My essence blissfully escaped into the sea as I took friendly control of the creature into my hands. I was sharing a true intamcy with my water life as I felt all my sea loves sparkeling with erotic receptivity. A delightful sea of seduction.
Feb 22, 2005
Edge of...my real life story. Part 1
If a love is to be unforgettable magic needs to take place immediately, and continuously.
“Shoots, lets cruz the beach.” Me with nothing more than a bikini on and him with just a pair of board shorts we grabbed snorkels and jump into the car. This time we drove north to ‘Tipsy Pools’. A very sacred valley known to many as Kapu, meaning danger and keep out. As we rolled the car past the Island boys in their tree house we threw them the shaka sign and got out. Always barefoot, Bruce began crossing over the sea of loose stones with ease. He glided over the rocks as if he were walking on sand. Looking back at my shaky strides he said, “come on sweet baby, trust walk”. With love in his eyes and the hypnotizing waves misting my skin I let the fear go and followed. The dangerous pieces of earth under my feet became musical steps leading to our secret edge of oasis. The edge of where translucent waters and ancient land kiss and hug without end. An oasis of sacred stone pools filled with warm liquid, tiny sea creatures and stories of the past.
It is divine how nature takes guardianship of history and can radiate with its energy.
“Shoots, lets cruz the beach.” Me with nothing more than a bikini on and him with just a pair of board shorts we grabbed snorkels and jump into the car. This time we drove north to ‘Tipsy Pools’. A very sacred valley known to many as Kapu, meaning danger and keep out. As we rolled the car past the Island boys in their tree house we threw them the shaka sign and got out. Always barefoot, Bruce began crossing over the sea of loose stones with ease. He glided over the rocks as if he were walking on sand. Looking back at my shaky strides he said, “come on sweet baby, trust walk”. With love in his eyes and the hypnotizing waves misting my skin I let the fear go and followed. The dangerous pieces of earth under my feet became musical steps leading to our secret edge of oasis. The edge of where translucent waters and ancient land kiss and hug without end. An oasis of sacred stone pools filled with warm liquid, tiny sea creatures and stories of the past.
It is divine how nature takes guardianship of history and can radiate with its energy.
Feb 14, 2005
Valid*tears Day
Right now in Africa there are ten million children who have lost their parents to the AIDS epidemic. And the number is growing. This is enough reason for the world to sit down and weep. And enough reason for most of us to sit down and cry because our life is blessed. Today a lot of individuals will cry tears to God for help with love. Fewer will cry out in "thanks."
Feb 1, 2005
Experimental Success...
A passion to uncover what the human race and the globe has to offer my life is essential and courageous. This I know as TRUTH. Something awaits me internationally and yet I hold back from making a commitment to start that exploration and finding out what it is. I am battling between the guilt and the embarrassment I feel when I reflect on my intellectual and emotional progress.
I need to stop hiding in that fog.
Many accept the surface of my habitual daily life as a step toward my inevitable corporate and financially secure future. Hence the guilt.
I wake up every day with a cynical outlook on life. Hence the embarrassment.
I believe my brain has been functioning at expiring levels in my work environment and in my personal life lately. And because I continue existing at this decaying momentum I feel like I don’t deserve to pursue that intimate force globally calling me.
Why dose a big paycheck bring self-fulfillment and admiration?
Why is a personal mission of learning and sharing new cultures viewed as an experimental success and a unsuitable financial set back?
Is an academic University the only learning environment that will provide me with the experience, credentials and respect to achieve?
Should I feel guilty that I measure my success on what I have lived, seen and shared?
Is receiving a Masters in ordering at Starbucks considered being responsible?
Is learning how to dig a watering hole in East Africa only considered a cool story to share over a soy latte?
I know I am a little late in the 20 something game since I chose to disappear for a few years so I could live in paradise, in love, a little to young and failed.
MOST FAVORED TIME IN MY SELF DISCOVERY!
However, a few years later I own a beach condo in the raddest city in the country, which I consider a victorious investment, as do many, thanks to many. Alas, I feel that in all other facets of my life I have beached my personal development. It is time to get back into the tropical waters of life and start swimming through the colors of the world again so I can make that same victorious investment in myself.
I need to stop hiding in that fog.
Many accept the surface of my habitual daily life as a step toward my inevitable corporate and financially secure future. Hence the guilt.
I wake up every day with a cynical outlook on life. Hence the embarrassment.
I believe my brain has been functioning at expiring levels in my work environment and in my personal life lately. And because I continue existing at this decaying momentum I feel like I don’t deserve to pursue that intimate force globally calling me.
Why dose a big paycheck bring self-fulfillment and admiration?
Why is a personal mission of learning and sharing new cultures viewed as an experimental success and a unsuitable financial set back?
Is an academic University the only learning environment that will provide me with the experience, credentials and respect to achieve?
Should I feel guilty that I measure my success on what I have lived, seen and shared?
Is receiving a Masters in ordering at Starbucks considered being responsible?
Is learning how to dig a watering hole in East Africa only considered a cool story to share over a soy latte?
I know I am a little late in the 20 something game since I chose to disappear for a few years so I could live in paradise, in love, a little to young and failed.
MOST FAVORED TIME IN MY SELF DISCOVERY!
However, a few years later I own a beach condo in the raddest city in the country, which I consider a victorious investment, as do many, thanks to many. Alas, I feel that in all other facets of my life I have beached my personal development. It is time to get back into the tropical waters of life and start swimming through the colors of the world again so I can make that same victorious investment in myself.
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