Post-Carnal Equinox

Originally Posted Friday, March 21, 2014

Rumors of my death have been slightly exaggerated.  Q will not yet get his inheritance, a big disappointment to him, I think.  I have received numerous emails and texts wondering if I have quit.  The liquor store, for instance, has been particularly concerned, but so have some of my friends.  In truth, I am dark right now and have nothing to say that is interesting unless I start revealing things about people I know which will make for some very good tales.  But too many people I know have found my little web dream, and I fear reprisal.  I also fear judgement from those who would love to show the world how truly stupid and trivial I am while descrying my lack of sensitivity to the issues of our times. Both things scare me, but being trivial and stupid is perhaps the worst of it.  I give "them" enough fodder on my best days.  I need not help them when I truly am the things they hope for. 

Besides that, I haven't had any photos to post.  I've been making my attempts to work outdoors.  I made this image just a couple days ago.  It is to be a companion piece to another of my old images that actually sold from the "Swim Club" series.  This is not Polaroid (you can tell by the aspect ratio if nothing else), but I think this has some of the same qualities of the images I was making with that film.  I will have to work more on it.  But I did shoot some of the last of the old Polaroid film this day and am in the process of cooking it up now.  I hope it will be marketable.

One of my friends reminded me that I did not have a post on the first day of Spring, what I always lovingly call the. . . what do I call it?  The Erotic Equinox?  No, that is not it.  The Fertile Equinox?  The Venal?  Shit, I can't even remember this!  Wait.  Yes. . . the Carnal Equinox.  I missed that and he missed any fertility pictures I should have put up.  That perfect balance of dark and light, of course, is to be noted being so rare.  But the faeries are not visiting me this year.  I must have been a bad boy.  By and large, they have forsaken me. 

This is as much sociable blather as I can manage today.  People and life disappoint(s) me so, and I am not excluding myself.  I am going back into my dark cave to hide.  I have much ruminating left to do.