Psychotopographic Art Installation

I'm installing a metaphysical program in my head, inspired by a book I picked up in North Beach, San Francisco,last month, during PRIDE. The book is called "The Secret Lives of Puppets" and the concept of Psychotopographic art appeals as a sensory journey. Exploration of the deepest psyche, by using the applications that surround in the physical, the nature, the constructed, all reflect back unto you and can tell you more than you ever thought probable, or so I challenge! Such Illustrious writers as H.P. Lovecraft have used this technique to delve into the cerebral abyss. I'm not afraid. Take me down!

Only one week later and my empire is in shambles. J thought he would escape, because i had "pushed him away" and the open relationship "just wasn't him" Once we'd reached San Francisco, he booked a flight to L.A. and put distance between us for 24 hours. He was easy to catch again. I just fanned off my taste for drama and played it cool and sweet so he would return for the nectar. W, it turns out, had chosen a path wrought with deception. I'm no stranger to the game, though honesty has been my new raisone de' terre. With the sudden revelation of our affair, the not so unsuspecting girlfriend had W pinned to the spot and cunning him was able to bend it so that he could save his hyde and I remained shadowed. Though this technique spared as few heartaches as possible , it brought an axe down on us. What he saw as a slip up and a quick recover, I saw as a missed opportunity to expand the perameters of their relationship. This was the moment of truth for W and he slammed the door with my tail stuck in the crack.

Trials and Tribulations Or, the Balancing Act

Due to the precarious nature of this blog concept, I have changed names and places to protect those involved in my lascivious plan to devour the world! What? I'm a leo, leo sun, scorpio moon and you know what that means! It's in the blood ::Shudder:: Allow me to introduce myself, I am Ms. S. and I've a full plate ahead of myself for fall. Three classes at school (I'm working toward that Psychology degree in the sky), modern dance at Emory, my hairdressing career, two beautiful brindle beasts (both rescues, one, a three month old pit), a budding burlesque career, a girlfriend, two boyfriends, Rosetta Stone, Yoga, my writing and a semblance of a social life. It took awhile to attract this circus of buddies and like a secret garden, I intend of watching it thrive and grow. As this is my first blog, I've yet to agree to boundaries. Part of this blog will certainly serve to share and educate on my experience in an open relationship, my mistakes and my conquests! Well, you know what I mean, you dirty bird you! I enjoy exploring Atlanta on my little red scooter and sipping coffee with a nice cool salad and a juicy book. I hope some of you will come with me this fall, and maybe we'll all be a little inspired and learn a thing or two. And I'll be candid. It will be cathartic, refreshing and undoubtedly ridunkulous. Cheers mates!