On the genius of Baldwin and the promise of dating

I’m reading,

Giovanni’s Room,

it’s good,

no,

it’s great,

I have always admired,

Baldwin’s work,

strength,

indignation,

clear angry prose,

but,

this,

is genius,

dark,

pain,

clarity,

and insight,

And yet-when one begins to search for the crucial, the definitive moment, the moment      which changed all others, one finds one-self pressing, in great pain, through a maze of false signals and abpruptly locking doors

and this,

Perhaps he is a fool and a coward but almost everybody is one or the other and most people are both…he buttoned his wallet, locked his door, and retired into that strong self-pity which was perhaps, the only thing he had that really belonged to him.

I mentioned,

it was,

dark,

right?

Right now,

I can handle dark.

It feels like,

spring is coming,

I feel it,

in my fingers,

in my toes.

I’m feeling frisky,

and a little lonely.

I got a haircut,

polished my boots,

I’m feeling,

swagger,

dangerous swagger,

like I haven’t felt,

in years,

what is it they say,

about a woman’s sexual peak?

forties?

plenty of time left,

watch out,

you have been warned:-)

In the meantime,

I’ll keep reading,

oh,

and,

singing,

go figure,

bookish butch,

is giddy,

because,

one thing,

I should remember,

about the last few,

strange and brief,

experiences,

I’m dating again,

and it’s hard,

but,

nothing worth doing,

isn’t.

Later girls,

BB