I live in Boston.
I love Boston.
No one I love was hurt but
I was reminded to love my loves.
This is hanging in an end of the world show today, I made it an hour before the show and only had time to snap this picture. Hopefully when the world doesn’t end I can do a better image of it.
Best Friends Series
I met Heather in middle school when Anne invited us both over to her house, which was also an orthodontist office, for a sleep over. That night we went into the orthodontist room and found elastic bands for braces and flung them across the room. Then we ran around the waiting room naked and that was okay until Heather laughed at my pubic hair. Being naked felt really wrong after that and I felt really shitty about becoming a woman and wanted to become a man instead. Later on in the school year Heather asked me to meet her in the woods that separated our houses and my mom wouldn’t let me go because she didn’t trust those woods. This made me angry at being a female again because my cousin who is the same age as me told me he doesn’t have to ask his parents permission to do anything. I was convinced this was because he was male and I was female but now I know it’s that our parents are different parents.
Best Friend Series
Anne and I became friends after Colleen moved away. She was the town orthodontist’s daughter. I thought this meant she was rich. On the playground at recess we would pretend we were witches, North Witch, South Witch, East Witch, West Witch and we stood at four different trees that probably weren’t in their correct direction. I was always confused why we didn’t have a North West witch or like a South East witch but I never said anything because we didn’t have that many friends. One day Anne said she picked up a phone with her mind and this made me so hopeful for the rest of the world. On another day I realized she was lying but it didn’t make me lose hope for the world, it just made me look for magic in other places other than Anne.
Best friends Series.
Colleen was my neighbor from the 2nd grade to the 3rd grade. She always wanted to be the boy in every game and I had to be the girl. Her hair was beautiful and she didn’t brush it. She was a popular kid and the boss of everyone. One time she did something having nothing to do with me that got her in trouble and because I was her best friend her mom thought a good punishment would be “you are not allowed to play with Casey.” Because Colleen was a popular kid she could play with all the other kids in the neighborhood and did but I could not play because of her mom’s rule and because I was not popular. So I sat alone in my room all week.
This is when I started questioning rules.
A friend died this week. This is for all the people that knew her.
I think it would be really good if you want to read Becca Rosenthal’s writing or listen to her music blog. She was amazing.
It’s hard for me to write about it.