My latest piece for Hella Wella is up, and this time, it’s all about the condom!
I’m a little bit obsessed with Of Monsters and Men. Their album, My Head Is An Animal, is flawless. Not one bad song. Not one miss. This song got me so pumped for work yesterday, I was chair dancing on the bus without giving a single fuck.
So, Lover Man and I hopped on the Greyhound and headed to New York.
Few things are as poetic as being on the road, watching the world go by. I caught myself staring at Lover Man so many times, just lost in his profile cutting the blur of the trees and traffic. He put his arm around me, and we snuggled, listening to Elvis’ version of Hey Jude. Melt.
I held fast to my notebook and let the words flow: the ending to a short story I’ve been working on, private thoughts about the dashing gentleman in the seat next to me, musings and such.
Another weekend in Brooklyn, another opportunity to do something amazing. This time, it was a trip through the Brooklyn Flea Market, a hipster bazaar, with Lover Man and my friend Al. Think row upon row of antiques, vintage clothes, jewelry and, of course, food. Lots of food.
The market was full of romance, and I have fallen deeply in love. Sumptuous textiles, unexpected twists (lacy pleats! gold stars!), and serious gastronomical delights. Brilliant.
PS: These earrings totally went home with me, and I wore them out that very night, along with an awesome shirt I found for $10! Love the jewelry at Melody’s Addiction! Seriously, obsessed with these earrings.
Back to the Flea!
(Side note: I do not know how to ride a bike. I know, I know. I’m thinking this is the summer I’m going to learn, and I was so inspired by all these bikes. Thanks to the research I did for my HellaWella article, I’ll know what to look for to avoid damaging my ladybits! Yes, that was as shameless plug. I REGRET NOTHING. Moving on….)
The food. My god, the food. Lover Man started off with Porchetta, and then we all indulged in Asia Dog. Despite my breaking vegetarian code for the occasional hot dog, I went veggie dog here. The calls of “Al! Al!” when the food was done also prompted a spoken word performance of this song:
It was perfect.
Oh, and did I mention Dough, AKA the greatest doughnut I have ever eaten in my entire life?
Passionfruit with chocolate nibs. Get one. Now.
Love is delicious! Love is exciting! Love is glamorous and delicate and sexy and a treasure to unearth among the chaos.
Love is also exhausting.
Luckily, we got in a comfy car for the ride home the next day. Greyhound is great, but far be it from me to turn down door-to-door service.
Excited to be writing about sexual health for HellaWella.com! Check out my piece on bicycles and reproductive health!