An Obsidian Gypsy

At the beginning of June, someone very dear to me was killed (& the way I found out was very jarring). It’s partly why I was so determined to experience joy this Summer.

I’ve mostly processed it, I think. But it has completely changed my perspective on many things — especially human connection.

Are you a friend to those who are friends to you? When people show up for you, do you show up for them? Do you know how it feels for another person to be your friend? Do you think about how you want being your friend to feel?

Just musing.

Summer is the best! 😊☀️

My name is a euphemism. It basically means “source of grace.”

What a season.

Perseverance. Societal patience is paper thin. We want things to END SWIFTLY! No lessons learned. Just moving on. Limping and leaning. Begging for the next opportunity to poorly show up bc we have NOT healed or learned from the last one. Wounded and sorely infected but “Stay Ready!”
SIT DOWN & HEAL

I’m not sure if I’ve ever asked anyone for anything but time.

I don’t know that anyone could give me anything of greater value. Love is obviously supremely important, but what is love in the absence of time?

If I am startled, but I have old gads that I need to use up (you know how it is with hand-me-downs), I should probably say “a-gads,” for the sake of clarity. I would hate to deceive anyone.

… For they, of course, are analog gads.

What do you suppose they called egads before everything went digital?

Probably just gads, right?

Yeah. That’s probably what they were called back then.

With words a heart may be seduced, effectively a love produced; the wise, be warned, their speed reduce, for lovers (should they turn) traduce.

🌸

good banter is so attractive

🎶 “I am coy and flirtatious when alone with the Prince …” 🎶

You would encourage me to commit adulterous acts with the Moon despite my professed love for the Sun?

You church queens love a scandal.

Nonsense. It was practically a studio-quality recording of your voice.

I wish I had the video of Issa yeeting Lawrence’s baby. 😂😂😂

😂😂😂

He put it on the grill. I added sauce. Now *I’m* confused! Y’all specifically demanded poetry, did you not?!

😂😂😂 I said exactly what @sirbrandonthomas.com said.

Verbatim.

That I will keep no secrets and tell no lies to the Sun. ☀️

Did that get you anywhere, @redranga.bsky.social? @thisismonte.bsky.social?

Everybody wants to be touched by the sun’s light as only lovers touch lovers: gently, warmly, audaciously, and in the places most frequently concealed by shadows.

Take me, Sol. Take me like you know I’m yours.

My grandmother always treats Autumn and Winter as textile/Fabrication Season. The time is drawing near!

And just when it starts to cool off … cropped sweatshirts. 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

A man of taste. 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

I feel like we’d have fun thrift-rummaging together. You bring the scissors and I’ll bring the sewing machine.

💀💀💀

Ahhh, OK. That tracks.

I want to feel the sky on my skin very badly.

So … being cute puts you in a bad mood? 😂 Can’t relate — I love feeling cute.

Summer is *MY* season! I absolutely appreciate it. Besides, I told you a long time ago that a cropped T hates to see me coming. 😆

I happen to have the world’s *cutest* navel.

Why? I feel like you’d genuinely look adorable in a chunky scarf.

I doubt that anyone with functioning eyes would object to you walking around 2025 in a toga. 😂