Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Melanin
I really do want this like everyone else. WIthout make-up... without fear. Without my cell phone or my DVD player. Just me. I'm brown with imperfections from every childhood ailment I've ever had. I have scars from working around ovens and knives. I have scars from being alive. I am anemic, I have scoliosis and a head cold. I am not wearing any lip gloss. I have taken the weave out of my hair. There is nothing but me sitting here in a black and white stiped hoody and flats. With Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire in my star-spangled bag. And I've never felt more alive. It hurts. And it smells like brimstone. And you people keep laughing at me. Perhaps I should just give all this up and post a rant about incandescent lamps or large vibrating eggs. I am so brown. I am so very brown. There is hair on my body in places you can't see and places you can. I am not afraid of it anymore. I can't spend the rest of my life running from the distortion in the mirror. The terror that emerges from my bed every morning for no reason at all and for every reason. I love being brown... really, I do. It's being alive that always does me in.



--k

So other then that how else are you feeling these days????
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crap/// but it's a long story and I don't dare tell it b/c I'm sure at this very minute nazi spies are listening to every word I... type.

--k

It's being alive that always does me in.

ok i love this line so much, i just might steal it and use it as my signature!

cool piece mizzizzy... glad to see ya around here again. we mizzed you!

I really enjoy reading your posts. I think you're a fantastic writer. You just may be my female carbon copy.

izeveryboyin wrote:Melanin
I really do want this like everyone else. WIthout make-up... without fear. Without my cell phone or my DVD player. Just me. I'm brown with imperfections from every childhood ailment I've ever had. I have scars from working around ovens and knives. I have scars from being alive. I am anemic, I have scoliosis and a head cold. I am not wearing any lip gloss. I have taken the weave out of my hair. There is nothing but me sitting here in a black and white stiped hoody and flats. With Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire in my star-spangled bag. And I've never felt more alive. It hurts. And it smells like brimstone. And you people keep laughing at me. Perhaps I should just give all this up and post a rant about incandescent lamps or large vibrating eggs. I am so brown. I am so very brown. There is hair on my body in places you can't see and places you can. I am not afraid of it anymore. I can't spend the rest of my life running from the distortion in the mirror. The terror that emerges from my bed every morning for no reason at all and for every reason. I love being brown... really, I do. It's being alive that always does me in.



--k

who is this adressed to???

I liked it alot--I like the way you write--it makes me feel better about my own though prosses--and I mean thatin a good way..

geoff

D You can use it whenever you like. And I'm glad I'm back too. I thought I'd lost myself for a minute there. You know how much I adore you. Geoff, it's adressed to no one and everyone. thanks for appreciating it. Yab, I always like to be the female version of things. You're the best.

--k

p.s oh and thanks. everyone.