Sisterhood of the Traveling Fish
Live music transports you to a place between your heart and your soul. The right song can dig into your memory, get lost in there searching for the life it once shared with you. All the while, your heart twitterpates and your body syncopates to the rhythm of lost loves, stolen kisses, sweat dripping, and the splash of tears.
Erykah Badu had her fist around my backbone, making it slip. I'm trippin' off how she is I and I am she. We are kindred spirits and twin souls out here creating above the radar, under your nose and in your face. The concert was llllooooonnnnngggg but her set didn't seem to be long enough. We communed and fellowshipped, worshiping at her drum machine, time travelin' hanging onto her tonsils at the back of wide open beautiful mouth. She's the only woman I think I've ever wanted and I'm sure it's my own attraction to self. This Piscean woman connection we share and the bittersweet benefits and burdens that come along with them. She reminds me of the power I have as a woman, the mystique around me and the awe I inspire, and the responsibility I have to live as my best self--no matter what anyone else thinks. The woman also known as the Analog Girl in a Digital World thanked the crowd for allowing her to be herself and share her story. I know that feeling all too well. The best part was the humility it took to tell everyone to "shout your own goddamn name!!" Which ones of us actually takes the time to shout out our own names?
I'm starting here. The rest will come.
& that dude who almost got caught up in my personal Lust Festival a few postings back...like I knew I would, I saw him tonight. I didn't know when or where but I knew I'd see him again and make it twice in 2 weeks, despite not having seen him in years. I checked myself, made sure not to throw too much at him and politely kept it moving. His smile is lovely. His eyes are bright and alive. I left him where he was. I promised I wouldn't take his soul.
Like Erykah, I too am something of a seductress. It's the nature of the Piscean woman. I just wish I was the one who could tell you to ask Common instead. Maybe one day...
Watch me move.