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The piercer gets pierced.

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Even when I love my hair I don’t really. I blame the, “women’s” magazines of my youth. Cosmo in the late 90’s and early 00’s was brutal and I feel like I’m entitled to some kind of compensation lol

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I don’t like Winter. Which is funny because I love Winter accessories. I have a great collection of oversized vintage sweaters and I look good in hats. Nonetheless I find cold weather uncomfortable and it makes me anxious to drive if the roads might be slick. Usually I get a little depressed in the Winter and spend much of it wishing for Spring and frowning at the gray sky.

But this season is different, I think. It occurs to me that I’m not depressed. Rather I feel hopeful and optimistic in a way that is a little uncharacteristic of me. I am compelled to be thankful for the warm sweaters rather than cuss the cold winds. Good things are coming, like Spring. But good things are already here.

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A portrait of an ancestor-lol-wrought onto my leg last Summer by the talented hand of Zack Mueller at Lonesome Town Tattoo, Cincinnati USA.

A quarter of a century tattooing my body and I only ever felt regret early on. I understood from the start that by marking myself in such a way I was giving up some ability to navigate covertly among the normals. But no worries. These days there are no regrets, as they say. I prefer my outside mirror my inside.

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These days I don’t do too much gambling. I prefer to invest. It’s paying off big time.

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Credit for the photos to sweet Sean Krabounratz, who has devotedly documented his community in a way I’ve always appreciated. Sean is a storyteller in his own right, using a smart phone and social media as his medium. His pages are wonderful journals, not only about his own life-one filled with travel and friends-but also about the lives of those lucky enough to be in his orbit.

Sean took these pictures last winter at one the best little bars in Northern Kentucky. Some things have changed profoundly since that night. Rest peacefully, Olive Dog 🖤

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A little nosegay bouquet gap filler…a birthday gift to myself.

Instead of my skin becoming tougher as time passes, I feel rather more tender. But that’s okay. I’m willing to embrace sensitivity.

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A labor of love, time travelled all the way from 1966! A gift from my sweet husband on the occasion of my 43rd birthday. Just in love with this mid century marvel!

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“The past is a foreign country. They do things differently there.” L.P. Hartley

I’m compelled to move forward always. Thankful for the GIFT that is the passing of time, with its awesome power to reveal and heal.

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“most perfect”

King Du Du (toy silk poodle) 1905

A most perfect Тоу Silk Poodle, weight just right, long silky hair, short in body, a perfect tail; in fact, the most aristocratic little fellow in existence.

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Saw a show, had an experience. Drank whiskey and Coke and held hands. Great night, good life.

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Can you spot the tiny red worm wriggling in the water droplet?

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Pink sky at night, sailors delight.

I know less about sailing than I do about the weather. And I’ve no clue what a pink sky means, if it means anything at all. But I love pink and this building, where I’ve spent so much of my life. Maybe I’ll haunt it someday.

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I had a cute idea for a DIY family photo shoot. Only the dog cooperated. And no one offered to help.

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The ugliest woman in Cincinnati was blogging about me again lol

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