Tomorrow is THE election... By the time you get this I hope Obama will have been elected for another four years. FOUR YEARS. Why? Well, I guess because I want progress and equal rights and reproductive rights and free and accessible education and job security etc. etc. etc. but all of these important rights and beliefs that really, truly matter - all of it is still a backdrop to art, to life as we feel it and live it daily and personally. It matters a lot, I know, but we keep going. We'd keep moving "forward" if Romney were elected, too. Right? At least in time... We'd have to.
I don't understand celebrities. They've been puzzling me a lot lately. The power they have over others, over the media, the money, the fame the attention and the audience- especially the idolization, obsession and the undeserved fame - how does that even happen?
I'd like to try it... Fame. Just a taste. Or maybe get knee deep and really fuck the shit out of it and never call it back. Who knows. Maybe one day, maybe in the next four years, our art will speak- our stories will be told.
It is November again. We should fall in love. I'd love to fall in love. It is destructive, like us. We'd be a good match for love.
Don't don't do this or that, but don't give up - we are surely allowed to be a little easier on ourselves, sometimes! Try it. I am. I am soft. Sometimes sad. Be nicer to yourself first - then let others in.
I love you,
xx
Rikki
