Afallenvenusian - A Fallen Venusian

Museum lectures

Conversations with strangers over flutes of prosecco

Creative flow

Friends who read my writing

Formula 1 drama

HD Strategy and Authority

Cathartic work lunches

Grateful for...

Breathable cotton undies

Men's ribbed tanks

Money to spend

Friends to bounce ideas off

Having ideas again

Neptune in Aries

Silent nights

Rewatchables episodes

Rainbows in the sky outside my window

If Lewis Hamilton can get Lauryn Hill out of the house, to an event, ON TIME...

I have to believe he can fix Ferrari.

May 10, 2025

Being quite rational and into metaphysics means someone always takes it too far. I can do Human Design right up until they start talking about "The New Paradigm" and I have to check out. My favorite YouTube tarot reader is so on point (she called what I'm experiencing right now with Mars in Leo – the drive to be out and seen again) and is an anarchist.

(It's always funny how these "radicals" are people of privilege who won't feel the real consequences of their predictions. Meanwhile, my black ass – a daughter of addicts who fought tooth and nail for the structure and stability they all deride – has a real life and a 70 year old mother about to retire who may or may not have access to social security or health care but please. Continue to regale us about how "failing institutions are actually good for us").

Where was I going with this? Oh, yeah. The problem is they nail the personal shit so I can't quit them. Just take what works, leave the rest, and trust myself to handle whatever fuckery the world throws my way.

But the being lit up again? That shit is real. I can't stay inside or off the phone. I'm thinking at the speed of the light, craving movement and stimulation. What I thought was living was only resting and preparation for my next era. The Back Outside, Doing, and Making Era. The Go Time, Ready or Not Era.

It's wild, heady shit.