broken ends

broken ends never end

Sometimes I paint my nails. Or I polish them, without painting. French manicure is my favorite style. I like to grow my nails out and the paint helps strengthen them so they won’t break. But I play guitar so I usually cut them back. Or they break when I am doing the dishes or working on my bike. I have not been to a salon in over a year. I highlighted my hair myself, and there are many broken ends, but I don’t care, just let it grow. Life is full of broken ends so you might as well do yourself a favor and accept it and move on.

I don’t mind if I look wild. I rarely wear high heels or dresses. I never really did much anyway. I am fluid in gender expression, identity and sexual orientation. I have been with men and I have been with women. I have fallen in love with them, or not. I never really saw myself as one or the other, exactly, but somewhere in between. My fashion is mostly androgyn. I wear what makes me feel comfortable and confident. Because confidence is sexy. I am tall and thin. Light on the dimensions.

I’m not at all interested in being admired for my looks or my intellect. I would rather be known for a kind heart. I challenge myself on a daily basis to convey the loving spirit in my heart. I tend to get shy and reticent with people, I mean my spirit, which is why writing has been my medium. I learned early how to express my true self to you with words. And it is essential for anyone to shine in their own chosen way. So go on. Let’s not be shy. Shine!

cover reveal

Here is the cover for Book #3  in my ongoing series of literary fiction. I anticipate releasing this book in late Spring or early Summer, 2016. Book One is now free!  — DOWNLOAD GRAND THEFT LIFE —

to a friend just hours b4 a frost moon eclipse

 

 

Hey. You are golden. 2 me, you are silver clear like aero transparency. My heart reaches out 4 some place where we connect. Miss you. MissUs. Miss you &me, boo. Found clarity. water purifying vision. No windex. No chemical could substitute. Cannot be bottled, cut or bricked up. For real. You are my friend. my brother. my crosstop sodapop panic button broke no stoppin!. The dont know up from down cause sometime we fuck up. sharpen stones 2 knives. Inbetween the division of our lives. Cross the culture of our tribes…Inspired at our best. Desire, desire. Laugh til we cry. Look into my eye. See? in under four hours we get the full lunar eclipse, the Frost Moon. opening for the headliner. The tradewind wash over oakland, her so many homicides– this rain, she falls 4 peace. Hit tongues of kids out playing, residual taste of acid maybe. so what? its urban, this life, above &beyond suburban, west2east dyslexic fuckin trip to say the least..peace. ~ Katya