All posts tagged: wondrous

WONDROUS: Chapter Three

Read Chapters One & Two here.  * * * THAT NIGHT I think my problem is that I care too much. He appeared as the jester of the premises but his job was guarding the door. His Levi’s had small tears in the knees, his cowboy hat tipped forward as a toothpick flicked up and down like a light switch from the left corner of his mouth. He was checking ID’s. Eddy went first, then Bryson. Then it was my turn. He examined my photo for a smooth ten seconds. “Sorry, I couldn’t tell if this was you. Your hairline is farther back now than it is in your photo.” But still, I was allowed to pass. I trickled inside. The guy who charged for cover let me pass by. Boys don’t have to pay cover at a place like this. Country music blared over the speakers. Disco lights spun around the room as men danced in congruent circles wearing cowboy hats and flannel tucked in the waist of their skinny blue jeans, belt buckles …

WONDROUS: Chapter Two

TWO WEEKS EARLIER I had never been to a therapist before. When I was in seventh grade, I would frequent my school counselor. Her name was Lisa, I think. Lisa my beautiful guardian angel with big bouncy red curls. She was my saving grace when the kids I grew up with started realizing that Robert’s not just a funny guy who does funny things. He’s gay. I was not exactly one of the cool kids either. I worked in the cafeteria during lunch because it would mean I could eat cafeteria food for free (no offense mom, but your homemade lunches sucked) and I didn’t have friends to eat lunch with anyways so I figured this way I could avoid it all together. I ate with the other cafeteria ladies and gals. Middle school is such a joy. I was a “KTV Kid”, a Kenilworth Television Morning news host who would share “History of the Day” trivia every morning during the morning announcements. One time the producer Kenny, who was my age, told me before …

WONDROUS: Chapter One

When you are living in a fairytale, life can be so wondrous. I tell myself this as I am overwhelmed by the sweet smell of cotton candy. I avoid running into children as I navigate the park with my family, making our way to our next ride, frolicking like it was our first time ever at Disneyland. To be fair, it was our first time at Disneyland on Christmas day. Christmas has always been my favorite time of year. My birthday is December 12 (Sagittarius swag) and all things cheery make me explode with joy. I’m that bitch. The one who puts up holiday decorations after Halloween, completely neglecting Thanksgiving (but really who needs a fucking cartoon turkey and cornucopia on the wall? Pass). Christmas music starts creeping into my days the first week of November, starting with something lighter like the She & Him Christmas album and come November 30, I’m in full-fledged Frank Sinatra – jolly as hell Christmas classics – caroling my ass off like I’m in a holiday movie that takes …