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     I really do miss this fool. I guess there is still a part of me that is heartbroken that our paths moved so differently, and so quickly, after he was my closest friend in Saint Louis, for years. I drew this picture of him during a quieter part in our friendship. Covid had hit, he and his long term partner had split, and on the eve before that split, he and I shared an evening out after I saw RENT with a friend. I was never more inspired to own a night, and with his partners permission, Leo was allowed to explore other options for an evening. That night, when he kissed me on the dance floor for the first time, under the flashing lights and throbbing bass, we took our first steps down the path, that would end us.  My friendship with Leo started through Scruff. We chatted for a couple of weeks, knowing geographically we were neighbors. Eventually I invited him and his dog to join Akasha and myself for a walk in Tower Grove Park. We ended up spending the next ten ho...

      It is Easter. I am high, on this keyboard, Usher confessing in my headphones, and I have no idea why I started another blog, when the ones I have are all so under used... I am chalking up to a few things. Lonliness, depression, and two driving needs, connection, and creation. Writing is my go to when too much or not enough, is happening. Maybe I should count my silences in the blogs as a blessing, as it meant there was just the right amount of life being lived. Can you tell I am a libra yet?      Honestly, my drive to create something has had me bouncing between starting a podcast, for which I think I have a fun concept that would yield a product people would enjoy. I explained it to M a few weeks ago, but I am hesitant to start it. I low key hate my voice, and the concept involves more than one person so me talking for 30 minutes by myself is about the last thing i want.     My brief moment in learning to draw also beckons. The pads and pen...