Antoinette, a/k/a Toni.
Forty-seven.
Poet, writer, editor; a graphomaniac, for sure.
Loves the sound of rain, the smell of homemade ratatouille, the pleasure of company, and the serenity of solitude--not all in that order.
Reads way too much; possibly a bibliomaniac.
Otaku since 1990; fujoshi since 2002. Slash fan and advocate of gender-bending/blending.
Loves Japanese style, gypsy music, manga, anime, Russian poets and poetry over all.
Super keen on movies, crime drama, satire, bad puns, and art.
Fat chick--not into thinspo, fatspo, or any spo.
People watcher, eavesdropper, and fond of hidden places.
Singer in a Sunday choir. No, really.
Speaker of Spanish, French, and Portuguese.
In love with libraries.
Misses the pleasure of sitting on a porch greatly.
Personal assistant to a fighting, biting lightning-fast tuxedo cat.
Working on my first book of poetry--look for Set List in 2012!
Alive and living in the City Beautiful, a/k/a Coral Gables.
Forty-seven.
Poet, writer, editor; a graphomaniac, for sure.
Loves the sound of rain, the smell of homemade ratatouille, the pleasure of company, and the serenity of solitude--not all in that order.
Reads way too much; possibly a bibliomaniac.
Otaku since 1990; fujoshi since 2002. Slash fan and advocate of gender-bending/blending.
Loves Japanese style, gypsy music, manga, anime, Russian poets and poetry over all.
Super keen on movies, crime drama, satire, bad puns, and art.
Fat chick--not into thinspo, fatspo, or any spo.
People watcher, eavesdropper, and fond of hidden places.
Singer in a Sunday choir. No, really.
Speaker of Spanish, French, and Portuguese.
In love with libraries.
Misses the pleasure of sitting on a porch greatly.
Personal assistant to a fighting, biting lightning-fast tuxedo cat.
Working on my first book of poetry--look for Set List in 2012!
Alive and living in the City Beautiful, a/k/a Coral Gables.
My love,
wherever you are,
whoever you are,
don’t lose faith:
I know it’s gonna happen—
someday—
to you.
Please wait!
Wait…
Don’t lose faith…
You say that the day
just never arrives,
and it’s never seemed so
far away—
still,
I know it’s gonna happen
someday
to you.
Please wait—
don’t lose faith…
—“I Know It’s Gonna Happen Someday,” lyrics by Morrissey; music by Alain Whyte. Off the brilliant, and sadly maligned release, Your Arsenal, produced by the late, great Mick Ronson, 1992.
I finally finished reading Saint Morrissey, and it has brought home to me this point: I’ve never, never outgrown or gotten over my adoration for Steven Patrick Morrissey. Every time I’ve thought I could walk away, somehow, I get drawn in.
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