Monday, September 02, 2013

My @ll3y c@+


Dearest Gentle Giants, this is my sister of 15 years, my sister of heart & thoughts, my sibling of soulful wordless wonder and troubly-troublesomeness, @ll3y c@+.
Today, FINALLY,  we watch mortalmovie, my s'elf in NY, she in Denmark. We watched it exactly the same time, 3888 miles or 6255.79 Kilometers between our seats, only were were together... while not at all knowing we were together!
Am I actually surprised this happen? nope, not at all, not with @ll3y & me. This has been our whole life, our shared existence.
Those are proud tears in her eyes. She's a happy crier though but I forgive her that, my @ll3y c@+. For serious, would you look a that magic, would you just lookit that!
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Last weekend, after my third big attempt to watch The Mortal Instruments; City of Bones fell through and I know, you'd really think it would be easier for me to see a film with my name somewhere in the credits (as my sister documented so blurringly with loves) but instead I did the thing, I mean THE THING I was meant to do instead.

I went to my tattoo shop. My footprints aren't on the ceiling anymore. My artwork isn't on the walls. The neighborhoods been sold, every storefront 3 times over at least. But there is something there that's certainly my home, you'd know it if you walked with me.

@shadowinked did exactly that. She came down from Canada. I found an old-school tattooist friend to work on her Angelic Rune piece. We held hands for an hour, she told me her story and how she came to find & love the Shadowhunters. I told her how the Shadowhunters came to be & where my awkward love stands. In the end even the tattooist wanted to hear more. 
Afterward, we told even more stories, hella-spoilers throughout, not just film or book or behind the scenes but just long lives, just spoiling each other rotten, walking around through hidden New York, places that only people both torn down & built up here could possibly know. 
Then parted ways, contentedly, peaceably-- for me? filled to the brim with gratitude for the connectivity, the intimacy my craft affords me.
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Lucky me. Lucky, lucky, lucky me.