New Orleans, Bald fetish?

Hello, darlings, I’m back. I had a less than fabulous time in South Carolina, but ended up running off to New Orleans to ring in the New Year. I’m very superstitious about where one spends the first few minutes of a new year- the energy effects the tone of the rest of the time. The energy was too thick and negative in South Carolina; I needed to be where people were enjoying themselves and giving it all up to pleasure.

And give it up I did, as well. There were so many beautiful things to do in New Orleans, and so many gorgeous people. The city itself glows with positivity and hospitality. We attended a wedding on top of an abandoned factory (talk about sensory deprivation and trust- it was pitch black with only a few candles, and any wrong step and you could fall 20 stories), followed by a reception in a queer bath house where even in January, outdoor hottubbing was delightful. There were so many beautiful people crowded into the jacuzzi, that you couldn’t breathe without your skin skimming against the softness of those around you, and the warmth was communal and alive.

I miss New Orleans. There is a rich voodoo culture down there that you can bet I didn’t ignore. I have several new spiritual toys to play with, for those daring enough to ask. Even my readings of people were better in New Orleans. I read fortunes on the street down in Jackson Square for a while, and even I was impressed with my abilities. Now, my intuition is generally very good, but I’m not as practiced at giving intuitive readings as I am at interpreting random symbols or cards. Neverless, I gave people readings that frightened them. One girl even ran into the street and screamed that I was a witch haha. Well…?

But I am back and inspired from all the lovely people I met and good vibes I picked up. My new years resolutions are still secret for the most part, but one that doesn’t need to be secret is that this year, I want to be absolutely shameless. I want to do everything I’ve always wanted to do, but haven’t done. Or have only done to a comfortable point. I don’t want to regret anything this year, and just be fabulous and fucking alive.

I’ve always wanted to shave half of my hair off, leave a few microbraids, and tie objects into them. So I’m going to do it.

My hair is pretty long and thick, so it’d be something to see, if you’re interested. You should EMAIL me, if so, because my cell provider has been a complete shit to me lately and I don’t get all of my calls.

Email soon, too, because this shit is happening this week!