Libra 22° (October 14)
Day Sixty-Two E.D.A.N.O.W.W. Well, I will return to the scene of the crime in more ways than one. That is to say I only ate a third of the delicious clam pizza I brought home last night and so I had it for breakfast and lunch today. Nothing like cold pizza and hot coffee but I truly need to go off flour for the next few weeks. I also need to move back some appointments now that I have more information and can ill afford a second of time not packing and moving. It’s getting to the point where [it’s] no fun anymore. That is to say I’ve hit a wall. I have been Mr. Nice Guy, senor accommodating, monsieur heavy lifting, herr bending over backward, and despite my continued kindess and expressions of love, I am threatened and treated like absolute crap. Well guess what folks: I’m done. This is my last post that smacks of complaint or the slightest whiff of victimhood—I am not now nor have I ever been a victim, truly. I don’t care what it costs or means or on what other levels threats are being waged against me, I am undaunted and unafraid. I have lived by my wits since my earliest twenties. I quit my last “corporate” job (at Avenue magazine) in the late eighties and have never worked for other people, save for waiting tables at restaurants owned by friends, since what now seems like childhood. I acted in plays, was on Broadway twice. I wrote for The New York Times (Styles) and Boston Globe (Arts); I contributed to dozens of magazines. I was executive editor of Wallpaper magazine in London. I created Starsky + Cox, writing endless columns and some good books under this shared byline. I wrote scores of pretty funny shows for live performance, playing the “straight” man (shut up). I built a consultancy business, a jewelry business, a publishing business. I prioritized and managed to live near the ocean all my life. I have a reputation for being quite a good home cook. I have decorated (not to mentioned cleaned) every home I’ve ever lived in. I’ve owned homes, I’ve rented homes, I’ve spent winters in various cities, from London to L.A., Paris to Boston, New York to (who knows what’s next?). I have been a kind friend but I have cut those who have tried to cheat of disrespect me. And yet I’m the first to smoke a peace pipe. I created a non-profit festival in Provincetown and a series at A.R.T. in Cambridge, presenting over fifty artists over the past decade. I have loved and lost. I have swung a sword of righteousness and flew my freak flag proudly. I do all in my power to be kind everyday. I suffer slings and arrows but they largely glance off my armour. I am vulnerable and tough as nails. I am psychic without exaggeration. I am determined to stay open-hearted, open-minded, and open-fisted.
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