Poppy Z. Brite's Blog, page 53

Note To Self

Balance. Balance, balance, balance. Balance like you have a damn prehensile tail. Don't go off the high side. Remember to take your Klonopin but don't overdo it. Try to keep your house in order. Give yourself a little while not to think too much. Ignore this terrible holiday. Try to have a lot of sex; you know it restores you.

Here is a thing that makes me happy.

Talisman

New router en, er, route. Hiding out at Grey's. He gives me the combination of solicitude, gentleness, and dominance that I desperately need right now. He creates a tranquil atmosphere I could never maintain (or contaminate by actually living in it long-term) in a thousand years. Some people think none of this would be happening if I hadn't met Grey, but in reality it was happening long before I met him and I'm blessed to have him now. I read my old paperback copy of The Talisman to death and am finishing it in pieces.

L'eau

My happiest moment of the past five days was sitting at the table at Commander's Palace during my mom's birthday dinner, smiling gently at a water glass & realizing I felt absolutely nothing but a mild appreciation of the patterns of the light on the water.

eBay Update

I'm online at Kinko's and have just printed out all the eBay packing slips for my auction winners; will be shipping items later today or tomorrow. Thanks so much for your patience. I'm not putting up new auctions yet because I still don't have my home Internet problem fixed and items put up today wouldn't reach the winners in time for Christmas anyway, but I plan to keep doing eBay as soon as I'm back on my feet a little.

Thank you, God, for allowing Klonopin to be invented.

eBay Delay & Apology

I'm sorry, winners of last night's auctions. I still can't get online from home -- I think maybe my router is finally fried. I still haven't sent your invoices out and today is my mom's birthday and I'm taking her out for a nice dinner and this is all a little harder than it ought to be because my life abruptly and (semi) unexpectedly went down le crapper late last night and I'm in a tranquilizer-dulled but still constant state of panic. I'll get a new router or get my ass to Kinko's to send invoices and print packing slips within a couple of days, I swear to God, and of course I'll have the items to you in plenty of time for Christmas. For the moment, I throw myself upon your tender mercies.

eBay Stuff

eBay auctions ending this evening. My Internet is currently down (I'm posting from the iPhone), so apologies if I don't send out invoices right away.

Just Do Me

New FetLife post. God, I'm a horny bastard lately.

Church Update

So it was announced last week that this is what's going to happen with my church, Our Lady of Good Counsel. I've known about this possibility since the spring and have been very, very wary of it. My admittedly limited experiences with local Charismatic Catholics have not been good. OLGC was always a diverse parish -- all races, all income levels, gay people, transgender people -- and I understand that some of the CCs don't take kindly to that. But even if I don't end up attending regularly, at least our occupation of the church (ending with our arrest and removal in handcuffs) produced the basic desired results: the building is open again, being used for its original purpose, and the archdiocese has agreed to make extensive, necessary, and costly repairs instead of letting a beautiful church fall to ruins. It didn't all go to waste, but it's a fine example of "be careful what you wish for" ... or maybe "If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans."

How To

New FetLife post.

Don't Give Up On Us, Baby

I think I painted things too bleakly. Chris and I were never "not talking," as in refusing to talk; we just couldn't seem to get in touch. Now he has a new phone and we have talked in person. We agree that there's too much love and history between us to waste. Right now he just has to work like a mad demon and everything in his life has to be about food and wine. I care about these things (well, food anyway; I never was much of a oenophile), but can no longer match his level of obsession. Meanwhile, I'm undergoing the one of the most monumental events of my life and, while supportive, he doesn't have a lot of time or attention for that. At the moment, the only way we can forge ahead together is to forge ahead apart. Not living apart, neither of us wants that, but having a lot more space between us than the average couple, with room for Grey and Chris' people and the 8000-lb baby restaurant. We miss each other. If we hadn't been together for so long, we mightn't be able to do it. And who knows, maybe we won't. But we think our bond is tight enough that we can.

In bed this morning, I sang him this song. Sometimes cheesiness works for us when nothing else does. I love how this has all the greatest tropes of '70s videos: fuzzy sets, double exposures, emoting closeups, and gratuitous nature shots! (I also can't help but picture him staking Reggie Nalder through the heart, but that's just me.)