Just to lay with you there's nothing that I wouldn't do, save lay my rifle down

I went from being 4 hours behind to one hour ahead of schedule. No miracle of time travel. I simply decided certain tasks could be done either tomorrow, the day after, or even by someone else. Also, I have a few bus rides ahead of me today and tomorrow, so I'm printing out pages that need revising and doing it the old fashioned way with a red pen.

Today I am thinking about sexual desire and celibacy and no, not like that, although I am prone to having those discussions with myself on a semi-regular basis, thoughts on intentional periods of being celibate the same way one would have a dietary fast, but this is not one of those times -- this is more about on and off switches, about energy and limits and changing boundaries. I am thinking about William S. Burroughs. I am thinking about being Southern. I am thinking about roasted chicken with fresh rosemary and potatoes and carrots. I am thinking about how straight women have sex. I am thinking about flash fiction. I am thinking about Fernando Pessoa. I am thinking about 'being a bad transperson'. I am thinking about refined sugar. I am thinking about not wanting to drive. I am thinking about what a difference three months make.

And I am thinking that I wish Jermaine Stewart's "We Don't Have To Take Our Clothes Off" wasn't stuck in my head, even though it's my own fault for playing the record last night .