Golly Gosh. I was ready to write an obituary. Now there’s some hope in the air and it smells so sweet-like winter flowering Jasmine.
To my readers: I want you to understand something. You don’t know who I am writing about. You can guess but you’ll be wrong. Even if you are right-you’ll still be wrong.
Men together? I don’t understand how that works. Can it work out? Need I worry? Just go with God’s plan and see what he has in store for me. God’s plan never ever includes meeting a normal nice man with no issues who can be ready and willing to deal with mine. hahahahh. Fuck you God. Have I ever told you just how much I trust how God works in my life? That whatever happens everything is going to be ok? It’s all going to work out just the way it’s meant to be. God, can you PLEASE not torture me by making me learn how to be patient? By making me be the one who has to be selfless? Can you just give me a frigging break!
The problem with long distance relationships? There is no comfort what so ever in the time spent apart. The distance, the anticipation and the disappointment. It drives me BONKERS. In the Land of Needy I suddenly become King.
Wonderful times spent together are mirrored with miserable times spent apart.
Added to all of this it feels like I am being given the mighty heave ho. Why oh why are relationships so DIFFICULT. It’s not just me. I know it. Why can’t everyday be like getting up in the Jane Hotel feeling complete?
Now I understand why you don’t get involved with certain kinds of men. Well, we all have to make our own mistakes don’t we? One day you walk away and you don’t look back. But I can’t walk away from this one-there’s still fuel to burn. It’s not exhausted. Yet. As much as I want him to tell me that’s it’s over. There is something intoxicating about being loved.
It’s not who you think. It’s nobody you have ever met. Nobody I have ever introduced you to. He’s a different man.
Yesterday was rather wonderful despite emotional long-distance telephone calls with this young man that I recently met in NYC.
I had a deliciously long cup of coffee with an occasionally tearful Jennie… tears of joy I hope. We looked each other in the eye. We talked recovery and lost love and new love and what it was to have sex whilst being present.
By the end we were hugging and smiling and everything was just how it was meant to be, you see… what ever real friends go through they remain real friends. The foundation of our friendship was constructed almost exactly a year ago when we entered Sex Rehab.
It is obviously unshakeable. The Lord and the Porn Star.
So, I arrived at Amanda’s for dinner, she was in a fractious mood but I think she may just have been hungry. She has lost a ton of weight.
Amanda and Lady Forte had spent the day with their grown up children looking at universities. There was some unexplained drama around how easy it was to buy yourself into UCLA. Anyway, had long chat with Charles about helping him make a film this summer, a short film to get into film school. I would rather like to do that. In lieu of teaching at UCLA this year which I really miss.