2004 New Years Resolutions:
1) Make love to myself more. Through my writing. Through the words and the thoughts
that push themselves into and out of and back into my mind. Through my battery-operated
Blue Dolphin x2000.
2) Finally be brave enough to show the man I love the road map to my body that
I sketched in my sex journal. Trust him enough so that I never fake it again
and let him totally please me.
3) Write a strongly worded letter to the company that produces the diet cat
food and refers to the overweight feline in its commercials as "her."
4) Continue becoming secure in my insecurity. I don't know what's going to happen
tomorrow, next week, or next year -- with him, with my career, with my life
-- but it's ok, because right now is what matters, and right now is fucking
fabulous.
5) Try to help a trusted friend realize she's still searching for her mother's
true love, not hers -- and try to help her see that searching for anything is
futile. It'll come when you're ready. And if you're still desperately seeking,
you're not ready.
6) Finally, after all the footloose and fancy-free detours I took, graduate
from college with honors.
7) Get into kick ass grad school.
8) Get said school to pay me for my attendance and gracing its campus with my
fascinating intellect.
9) Begin work on finding my fabulously, independently wealthy sugar daddy who
will finance my travels around the world.
10) Publish my first poetry collection, finally.
L i c k __ M a g a z i n e
becaus yr loved