For Christmas this year Mike, Michael and I chose a theme based on the first line of Emily Dickinson's poem "Hope is a Thing with Feathers." To that end we decided to create a sculpture of angel wings out of sheets of aluminum (btw, pointy aluminum feathers are veeeery sharp). We all conceived the design at each step, but I'm the one who carried out most of the production. The wings were finally complete this past Sunday and were mounted on a post in our front yard as a symbol of hope. People have been encouraged to stand in front of these wings and be photographed with a symbol that empowers them to reach new heights.
As Mike, Michael and I change our relationship and I prepare to move out on my own, the concept of hope has been a hard one for me to embrace this season. My head knows there is a bright future ahead, but my heart sees only sadness. I'm choosing to move forward in the knowledge that this symbol of hope–these angel wings–took weeks of labor, pain, and determination. This the exact way I need to approach this next chapter of my life.
Hope is a thing with feathers. And I will fly again.
| December 27, 2008 09:23pm | 
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| December 20, 2008 09:53pm |
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So I find myself looking for an apartment on my own. Well, on my own with 12 of my closest roommates so I can actually afford to live "on my own." The rental market is often very challenging in this area and I had the nerve to actually want to live in the Castro, a much coveted area of sun and gayness. I've had friends that have searched for months to find a place and were not able to get their ideal location. Well, I started looking at places. Saw four different apartments. Two of which were in the Castro. And now, less than a week into the hunt, I have a place to live. In the Castro. With only two roommates.
I move in the next few weeks.
| December 16, 2008 08:14am | 
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| December 3, 2008 10:51am | 
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