What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
The first CD I remember purchasing was Fumbling Toward Ecstacy by Sarah McLachlan. I later bought albums by Concrete Blonde, Celine Dion, & Madonna. I’ll never forget the first concert I attended. I was in high school & local radio station was giving away tickets to the 10th caller for Alanis Morissette’s Jagged Little Pill tour. It truly was amazing! The opening band was K’s Choice and they rocked! Over the years I have spent a small fortune on concerts, raves, cd’s, & digital downloads. Listed below are a few of my favorite albums in no particular.
A soft breeze filled with the smell of salt blew in from the sea. Shades of deep blue and teal extended from a sandy shore extending for miles, only broken by mountainous islands reaching out of Aegean waters. Dorin laid in the sand, his head resting on a shirt he’d fashioned into a pillow the night before. He opened his eyes, rousing from sleep and sat up in a wide cave. Wood still smoldered about 4 feet away in the middle of a shallow cave he’d where he’d camped. Groggy, he stood, brushing off sand that had clung to his clothes and hair. He made his way out toward the mouth of the cave. There was a small village two or three miles up the north shore he’d visited a three weeks ago. Late one night he was having drinks and dancing, that’s when he met her, Cynthia. Fair skinned, red hair, and striking green eyes. She was quite lovely. Visiting Europe for a month long vacation. Dorin felt a gaping pit in his stomach. Three days ago he and Cynthia ran into Timur, a former associate of his. The two men exchanged parse words and a fight ensued. Dorin walked away with a black eye and sent Timur on his way, or so he thought. Around 2am the door crashed in and there stood Timur holding a gun. He’d also brought some muscle with him as well. The two men spoke to each other in Russian, then his henchman swung his fist, hitting Dorin in the side of the face, knocking him out. When Dorin awoke, Cynthia was gone and a note was left on a nightstand beside the bed. Timur had taken her and would contact him later with further instructions.
Nothing had been working towards Ophelia’s favor since the end of last year. In fact everything you could possibly imagine going wrong has. Her mother disappeared, going M.I.A while traveling in Europe just after Halloween. She last spoke with her on the phone on November 4th. She’d met a man from Romania. His name was Dorin. He was handsome, dark hair, a chiseled jaw, and appeared to be close in age her mother. She sent an email with a picture attached of the two of them on the beach in the south of France. Her mother had an aire of giddiness and excitement in her voice that made her sound as though she were a teenager. It was the first time in two years since her father had passed away that she sounded happy. She was due to fly back November 21st but the hotel in London said she never checked in. No phone calls. Emails. Nothing. She contacted the U.S. Embassy and the London Police Department. It was to early to file a missing person however the calls were enough, documenting her disappearance for the time being. Olivia told herself she had done all she could do and prayed her Cynthia would resurface before further investigation was required.
1 a : a social group comprising families, clans, or generations together with slaves, dependents, or adobted strangers
b : a political division of the Roman people originally representing one of the three tribes of ancient Rome
c : PHYLE
2 : a category of persons having a common character, occupation, or interest
3 : a category of taxonomic classification ranking below a subfamily; also : a natural group irrespective of taxonomic rank · the cat tribe · the rose tribe
For quite sometime I have not felt as though I truly belonged among people. I remember experiencing feelings of isolation as a child. Those feelings were not dominant until being singled out by other students and exacerbated by school administrators who suggested I could put an end the name calling by bloodying one of their noses. I was 15 when I discovered OASOS.
I was still trying to figure out my sexuality. I knew I was attracted to women but I was also attracted to men. I was amazed to discover that a group such as this even existed! It was one of the first times in my life I felt comfortable talking about sexuality without fear of judgement, harrased, or being reprerimanded. I felt like I could breathe and that I had found my tribe. There were people younger and older and all of the councillors were amazing! I still have pictures from when I attended during the late 90s.
It’s late and I’m a bit tired so I’m going to wrap this up and leave you all with a few links to other resources for everyone.