I loved Tom Tom Club. Music, in general in the 80s was pretty exciting. Cyndi Lauper, Madonna, Pat Benatar, Tina Turner, Sade-many women from the era are still working today.
Yesterday I heard the song The Man with the Four Way Hips. Continue reading “The Man With the…NSFW”
I ditched the mini blinds in my bedroom for a light blocking shade. It’s made a serious difference in my sleep.
I quickly realized I forgot about one thing though!
I have two windows and the shade spans both of them. Continue reading “Getting a Little Shady”
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I sort of regularly grab a cocktail at a little place called Gino’s North. It’s in Edgewater, a few doors east of the Granville L stop.
Back in the early ’40’s founder and and restaurateur Frank Meltiades dreamed of having a swanky cocktail lounge. When the space became available, he opened the Snow Drop Lounge. The lounge was named after the Per Hasselberg statue, Snöcklackan. Frank picked out this reproduction to grace the bar and she’s lived here since.
Continue reading “Finding Presidents in Unusual Places”
Some More Presidents Get Treated Like Han Solo….
Max is a skateboard icon!
The Chicago River is still a “working” river here in River West.
I also like that all the barges over here have my monogram!
I always check the number on the hull.
It would be very fun to spot one with my birthday someday!
So I have come to the conclusion that most of the sex I’ve had in my lifetime has been nonconsensual. It has been sex I have not really wanted.
It was sex that I had because I didn’t want to deal with the fallout of saying No. I didn’t want to be badgered for the rest of the night or maybe I felt obligated or It was 12 degrees and I didn’t want to walk home or maybe I didn’t want to hurt his feelings or my lifetime socialization taught me that any man would certainly know what I “needed” more than I possibly could.
Continue reading “The Grey Area – NSFW”
#nofilter #noedit #nocrop #nonothing #insitsu
It’s been months since I’ve not hit “Edit!” A South Loop beauty. Yes, I trespassed.
The best cure for Fear of Missing Out?
A small dose of Fear of Missing In!