Tribe Unknown

Years ago. 

In my carefree college days, met this guy by chance who was the sexiest most poetically attuned 'bad boy' I had ever met. He would read me his random notes of poetry right after sex. It was one of the most eye-opening exploratory personal experiences of my life. And his birthday just happened to be exactly 2 weeks after mine. I remember that. I remember him. I remember the sex + poetry + cigarettes (but they were mostly from him). 

Most of my love of literature and passion was inspired by that. By him. Our brief but passionate affair. It wasn't love. It was that one thing that "opens your eyes" transitions you from a Girl to Woman.

And to you who have read this far. Live your life to the fullest. Don't even hold back. Touch someone's life. Allow yourself to be touched. By an experience, an encounter, even just a conversation. Be open to... 

Random Possibilities.

An excerpt from a piece I wrote urging myself to start to see men differently. 

To all the men I’ve known, 

To all the men, I’ve loved, 

I’m so stupid to have fallen in love, 

Had I known, 

I would have chosen those, 

Who were true? 

I would have loved those 

Who were pure? 

I would have chosen to defect, 

From the Tribe Unknown.