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Sandra Jean-Pierre

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After writing a post about showing up in your own life, I haven’t been doing that here… or many other places, at all. I could blame it on any number of valid things: incapacitating migraines, being sick with this seasons flu of the month, Life®.  And all those things are true.  I’ve been a special kind of sick these past few weeks and I am not sure where or why all these various degrees of sickness have decided to descend

I am not an easy person to love. I am a challenge, a case study in patience. I am complicated. Not on purpose.  I’m not sure people set out to be elaborate, thorny bundled masses of Complex® on purpose.  It’s just what you end up with once Life, situations … people are through with you.  You wind up getting up from the ground one day and realize how ramshackled and rough around the edges you are and in the next

You are looking for me and I will know you when I see you… © 2013 Sandra Jean-Pierre I think of you now, often. in the dim and dark stretches of the night when my back needs rubbing or my soul needs consoling, when my lips need you near to kiss. I imagine our days, filled with small talkings, big love and unspoken knowing nods of the disease that we both refuse to acknowledge, that keeps my arms from wrapping

It’s one of those nights, where the day has worn on me long and thin, where my eyes burn but I push them to entertain me anyway. It is one of those nights where I am needy and greedy and visceral with it to no one in particular.  It is one of those dangerous nights when all my pieces don’t want to add up yet I refuse to run on a deficit. One of those nights where nothing is wrong

The exercise path I walk is about three or four miles around. I say walk figuratively because I don’t physically walk it – I roll.  It is not in my neighborhood or in my area but I make it the center of many of the reasons why I go to it.  To get fresh air, to see calming sights, to see people.  It is in an affluent area two cities from mine and I aspire to it.  I let it

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