Turning (back) into one
I am turning back into a picture hoe*
A hoe who likes to takes pictures**
This is surprising me
Because I have not been like this in a very long time
I never imagined myself to be the type to like to look at pictures of myself
I have often looked down upon people like that, if I’m being completely honest
I thought it was shallow vain and vapid
And now here I am smiling at images of myself
Like I am my own budding love and romance
I’ve got a crush on me
And part of me wants to keep it a secret
That old family trick of suppressing joy to prevent future misery
But that math never computed
So I’m flinging myself naked into the arms of life
Having a great time
10 out of 10
Would ride again
I am on the 3rd city of my August tour through the U.S. and the universe has been putting all sorts of delights and surprises on my path, celebrity sightings and stadium concerts and booty rubs and aliens and lots of dance and laughter. This entire season has felt like my bday, and I am eternally grateful to reach this stage of being where joy is always answering the door.
I also want to shout out all the old friends and new who give me feedback on this humble endeavor to share myself. Y’all are the gas in my tiny little newsletter tank.
Do you like taking photos? Looking at photos of yourself? What is your relation to images of your body, as it travels through space and time?
Raise Your Hands and Scream might be vain, idunno! Subscribe for free to stare into my mirror.
*colloquial, not pejorative
** No staged photoshoots though. I love the art and skill of a good candid. Show me what life is! Not only what you wish it to be.