Where Are We Going?

Okay, so I’m leaving now.

Still, I am not going to hide from you. If you look for me, you will find me.

I am not becoming someone else.

I will keep writing like I always do, and I hope that you will come around to read it sometimes. You can even come around just to point and laugh at me. To poke and to prod at me.

Consider this to be an open invitation!

The Lesbians Have Fled the Soup (POLL)

I’ve always wanted another name, different than the one I’ve got. As a kid, and growing up, and now, I’ve wondered a lot about Mom and Dad and about what made them go with… “Katy.”  

“Katy.”

I’ve got my problems, you see, and another name could have changed it all for me. Right up front. Right out of the starting gate, another name could have made me something… unforgettable. Something powerful. Something exotic, something that roared with strength and with meaning.

Like I could have been “Leija.”

“Ajala.”

“Bhoomi.”

I believe the right name can conjure spirits. The right name can open doors. It can seal and unseal fate. Me, I could have been… “Princess Anahita Autophagia Onassis XIV.”

Do you know who never gets turned down for a car loan? Princess Anahita Autophagia Onassis XIV, that’s who.