#KeyWest #Florida #2003 Fiona and I were wintering in Florida. We met this guy Fross Maruti. He had this thing “The Free #Portrait #Studio”And he made this #pastel of me. After everything that happened I was sure he was some kind of #scammer. What did he want? A #Date? #Money? #Drugs? It was inconceivable to me that someone could do something nice just to be nice and not for some other #motive. I didn’t really get it, but he was probably the most straightforward person I’ve ever met. I guess he cashed in big on the #dotcoms or something, and he was really just doing what he loved. He had a shop. You came and hung out. Or you didn’t. I had been so #burned and so hurt because of my #innocence and #naïveté. And I vowed never to be so stupid and so taken advantage of again. And then I met this simple, honest, #generous guy. And I wasn’t capable of believing him. I wasn’t capable of taking things for the simple beauty of what they were.
Whatever you do, #DON’T #FOLLOW #ME! I know it might sound like a clever way of trying to get you to follow me, but it isn’t. We’re all so #obsessed with “follow me” that #meaningless follows and #goingViral become a #substitute for #real #substance, a substitute for actually being alive. I could care less who or what you follow, but follow something #real, and follow it for real.
#Rotterdam #2008. #Cosmologists debate whether the #universe will end in a #bang or a #whimper. My marriage to Mark definitely ended in a whimper. We never fought, we never argued, we never really anything at all… We just drifted ever farther and farther and farther away… In the end it wasn’t so much a #divorce as it was just #dissolving into nothingness. Only the faintest #vapor of a #marriage where once a relationship had existed. I didn’t blame Mark for the whole Pennyroyal tragedy. It totally was not his fault in any way. And yet somehow I guess I did blame him. I felt cut off from him. Or from myself. Or maybe both. I started to dye my hair #black. I know we were technically still #married, but we really never saw each other anymore. This photo is from two years before our actual divorce, but already I felt so very very distant from him. I think being in an empty marriage is somehow worse than being alone. Being alone has a sort of honesty to it that I think you can accept. But in an empty marriage everything about your existence just feels somehow #fake. You don’t really feel on any meaningful level. You don’t really feel like you’re alive anymore.
#TheHague #2005. The whole Field Marshal Pennyroyal thing left me pretty #scarred for some time. I didn’t want to do #karaoke for a while, although I did after a little bit go back to it. I was afraid because my #singing had gotten me in so much #trouble and caused me so much #pain. But what I realized is that your #voice is never your #enemy. Sometimes, if you #sing #loud enough, your voice can be heard by evil ears, but your voice is not your enemy, it’s those ears. And maybe in a way my real enemy was my own neediness. I didn’t have to be so susceptible to #Pennyroyal, but I think there were just such holes in my life that I craved the attention. If #breathing is #life, then singing is the #artForm that is closest to life itself. I’ll never have a #rockstar voice, and I’m fine with that now. I don’t care who hears me, or if anyone hears me, because I try as best as I can, to only sing for myself now. I don’t want to have a big #heroic voice, I just want to have my own small, #honest voice. I sing because I am alive, nothing more.
And then things started to get really #weird. It all became a big #downward #spiral. @Fionablah came to visit, and we did #karaoke – which was super fun, at least for a while – But then we met this #FieldMarshal @Pennyroyal, who was pretty charismatic, but I think she #drugged us. Pennyroyal kidnapped us and held us captive in a tiny closet. She barely fed us, screamed at us constantly, and made us do things. They changed my name to #Tania, and Fiona’s name to #Tonya. I was made to #rob #banks, and Fiona was made to #assault #iceSkaters. God what a #horrible #nadir for such previously privileged #princesses.
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