Output 36—Gloria Bell

I guess this is my version of “Live, Laugh, Love."

I watched it again last night, after going to White Willow to purchase some pyrite and incense herbs for “guarding my (spiritual) abundance from interlopers." It was wonderful.

I’m taking myself out on a date tonight: fashionable downtown restaurant, cult horror movie at the Kentucky Theater, and probably a nightcap at The Bar Complex, where (I admit here for the firs time) I have NEVER BEEN. That’s right, it’s the oldest gay bar in the state of Kentucky, and I have NEVER BEEN. In my defense, first I was underage, then I was sober. But what’s my excuse now? Social anxiety and “no one to go with."

Fuck that, that part of my life is over now. Time to dance on my own.