Girl Swallows Sun

Hello, Lovelies, How the hell are you?

I think Sara Benincasa called it correctly yesterday. There is nothing sexier than a French fireman rescuing art. Between, the accent, the bravery, and the overall cultural redemption… serious swoon.

In 2015, my facial nerves were severed. No more feeling, no smile—only a smirk after many months of ridiculous face push-ups. I remember wanting to feel a kiss so badly. I’d watch husbands, wives, and lovers at school drop-off and just long. Perched on my stoop, full of pins and plates, I’d close my eyes and imagine a man kissing me on the very sexy-ticklish spot where my earlobe becomes my neck. I’d feel the bristle of his well-trimmed scruff against my cheek. My face, unafraid, cradled in his hands, the laughing play of whispered jokes. The warmth of lips would always become this girl-swallows-sun glow I’d carry around all day.

It’s been four years since I’ve felt a kiss.

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I’ve almost started forgetting that it’s even possible, which means I mourn it less. Last week on the anniversary of the beastly day, friends took me to lunch for an amazing re-birth-day. For the last few years, I’ve regarded the date itself with a mix of superstition, gratitude, and regret. Somehow, this approach and comedy have saved my rag and bone hiney, but yesterday, watching Notre Dame burn amid the quiet shock and then the hymns, I re-remembered love and missed it deep in my bones. I’d been in love there once.

I would like a French fireman, please? Preferably one who reads?

French Firemen

Thanks to those of you who wrote in to tell me I had Trump hair. Arya Stark voice back at you: A girl has toner…  and a list. But don’t get me started on that despicable Cheeto.

Stay rad, Lovelies – xoxo – gg

How Love Should Be…

Snarky little secrets, whispered behind musty, inky pages that transport you both. New York is a good city for this kind of love. Makes me want to live here always… (crap res photo… I know… sorrs)

Need to live here

Before the frosted jaws of winter clamp down on us all … I had to look around the city today… When you know you’re losing something you love for a good long while (or maybe forever) you just want to memorize every line, every leaf, every perfect imperfection…

Whether in the park…

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or on the subway… before it’s all covered in snow…

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Here’s to a winter hiding together, naked, behind good words… xoxo – gg

P.S. I have been reading Fate and Furies… Lauren Groff’s prose is like a fast sailing craft whose heavy keel slices razor-like through the water of your mind’s eye… you see every frame…

My Funny Valentine…

Ah, long term relationships…

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Derek Springsteen

Maybe it’s time for a bigger apartment? (In NYC definitely)

Happy day people…  if you are newly coupled, maybe revel in the fact that falling in love with love is one of the best feelings in all of existence… like that moment right after you sneeze–except longer.

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If you’ve recently had your heart pummeled, take comfort in the fact that at least you were reminded of what it feels like to love and maybe… if the person was a really good person, maybe you can tell him or her “Hey… it was an honor to have my heart broken by you.” Chances are… they’ll feel like total garbage but you will have taken the high road if you really mean it. Otherwise, it’s passive aggressive like crazy. I think this may actually be the New York thing to do.

If you are just going along… then go along… and perhaps someday, if you want, you too will see someone poop.

All my love – gg