Living in Public
The loss of a new friend from public spotlight-itis makes me wonder whether it’s worth it to continue living my life as an open blog. Right now, I don’t have an answer to that question. I’m just taking the fall…
(Video: Some days, it’s really hard to be a blogger.)
(Click the HQ button for a higher-quality video. RSS subscribers, click here to view the video on CHICAGO CARLESS.)
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Reading My Way into Why
I'm reading my way through Jack Kerouac, his Beat contemporaries, and other authors who had something to say about unexpected journeys through life. I'm trying to get a handle on mine. I'd love to figure out how I ended up a Chicagoan.
I'm reading my way through Jack Kerouac, his Beat contemporaries, and other authors who had something to say about unexpected journeys through life. I'm trying to get a handle on mine. I'd love to figure out how I ended up a Chicagoan.
In NYC: Two Degrees of Doctor Piglet
Catching up with my GLYNY AGAIN reunion friends at Astoria's Bohemian Beer Garden, the world became smaller than usual. No one expects to learn their long-ago, two-timing, perv boyfriend is the current family physician for an NYC Council candidate. At least he didn't tell the pol to call him Piglet.
Catching up with my GLYNY AGAIN reunion friends at Astoria's Bohemian Beer Garden, the world became smaller than usual. No one expects to learn their long-ago, two-timing, perv boyfriend is the current family physician for an NYC Council candidate. At least he didn't tell the pol to call him Piglet.
Pariah Intent
Life would be easier, certainly happier, if the dating foibles I scribe about on CARLESS weren't true. As it turns out, they're so true sometimes these days I feel like the butt of the joke of my own love life.
Life would be easier, certainly happier, if the dating foibles I scribe about on CARLESS weren't true. As it turns out, they're so true sometimes these days I feel like the butt of the joke of my own love life.
While I happily got the wrong end of the stick (mostly) in this close-to-the-bone video post, I have chosen to leave it up to preserve the integrity of CHICAGO CARLESS.
In truth, I do live in pubic on this blog, and I’m not the blogger I claim to be–or want to be–if I edit away parts of my story just because in hindsight they may be painful, embarrassing, or somewhat off the mark.
This post represents a tender moment in my life, and my reaction to not knowing the full story behind a friend’s actions. I was confused and sad, and it shows. That’s OK.
I cannot imagine having a job as punishingly stressful as Sonny’s. No matter where we end up, my support and friendship are his without condition. And we’ve agreed, we’re both a little crazy at times.
As it turns out, that’s OK, too.