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ATL

Sooo, as most of my minions know, I went to Atlanta to visit my boyfriend this past weekend, thanks to the generosity of my mother. <3 

In short, it was a wonderful trip. It invigorated my will to just be and do something more with my life. I’m aiming to move down there in September. 

This is a HUGE decision for me. For those that don’t know my meticulous mind, I am not really a spontaneous person. I wouldn’t say I’m a perfectionist, but I do like to know the where and the when and the why to most every decision that I make, especially the big ones. I like plans, and backup plans in case the originals fall through. But, for once, I’m listening more to my gut than my head. This just needs to happen.

Chris and I have been in a long distance relationship for most of our time together (6 years in March, which means we’ve been at least 5 years apart). In a romantic scope, we deserve this. In a practical scope, we need this. Yes, it will be horrifying and different and beyond anywhere that I thought I would be right now, but you know what? The best advice came from my parents, whom are more practical than myself: “Sometimes, you just have to dive in.”

Chris has already signed the lease with an awesome guy for a townhouse, so they’ll be moving in in March-ish; the roomie’s awesome, knows so much about the industry that Chris is in, and maybe can point me in the right direction. But mostly, I look forward to being surrounded by like-minded individuals in the creative field. 

And Atlanta is HUGE. So much going on. I love Richmond. I really do…but I’m drowning here. I do appreciate my job, and any little opportunities that come my way…I’ll even admit to not grabbing at every creative outlet, because my own fears held me back. But something about ATL just felt so right. I’m going to grasp at this chance to rebuild myself.

People rebuild themselves every day. Some crumple and fall. Some rise up and prosper. Some are a combination of the two. But I just know in the root of everything that I am, that if I do not try, then I’ll simply never know what I’m capable of.

I’m aiming to thrive. I’m aiming to succeed. Whether it means I’ll crash and burn, or fly like no one else has, I don’t know. But I have to try. Honestly, I don’t give failure the rear view mirror; I have the love and support of my family/friends and my future roomie/boyfriend, and that’s all I want and need.

This is going to happen. This is going to determine where I’ll go in my life.

And I couldn’t be more excited.

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Skype has been the only way we have been able to see each other, expect for Chris’s rare breaks from SCAD. Even then, our phones are our main attachments. Sometimes, I hold mine so tight, wishing like hell that it was his hand.

Tomorrow, it’ll be 5 years. Neither of us bothered with fancy gifts, because we’re expecting something greater. As of today, Chris passed his final review at SCAD, so that means at least another year of study in Atlanta— and I’m joining him.

We still have many details to sort out (where/when/how/whaaa??). But I’m so excited! Obvious sentimental reasons aside, I’ve spent pretty much my whole life in Virginia, and always close to my parents’ place. It’s been wonderful, but mostly convenient. As much as I adore my family and friends, I need to get out and explore somewhere else. And what better person to do that with than the one person that has been physically missing from my side for most of our relationship?

I’m intrigued. I’m terrified. I’m biting my lip and wringing my hands and smiling sporadically. I don’t know what to think or what to say, so I let the silence ring around me with anticipation (though seriously, I have to get this ear ringing business checked out; it’s been an almost constant thing for 2 weeks).

He returns home for spring break tomorrow, so I’m driving up to NOVA to his folks’ place, where we’ll finally get to start the ball a-rollin’ with our plots and plans.

To be continued…

Got a call this morning…

Chris, my darling boyfriend, has officially been accepted into SCAD's graduate program (he'll be going to the Atlanta campus)! Congrats, babe, I knew you'd get in!

But srsly. He’s one talented dude with awesome perseverance in world that’s increasingly focused on making $$$ versus doing what one loves for a living (I mean, sometimes, you can do both, but realistically, most people give up or switch plans because their passion was just too hard to follow).

Reminds me of a quote from a trusted source:

“Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.”

-Stephen King (who else?)

You’re making your dreams come true, babe. I’ve no doubt that if you keep this up, Blue & Blond will soar, and you’ll one day find yourself on the Adult Swim crew!

Love you, Chris! So proud of you. <3

The Burlesque Recital

went incredibly well, and waaay too fast. I can only remember snippets, but the crowd’s roar is still tingling in my ears.

The group number, I barely remember, though I do recall it went well. No serious misfires or missteps.

My own routine went pretty smoothly, considering I messed up on a few parts; thankfully, I’m decent with improv. One part that got one of the loudest cheers from the whole night: when I took my black negligee off, I meant to kick it out of the way; instead, it flew upwards and draped itself across a low-hanging beam. I had no idea about this until afterwards, though everyone apparently thought it was part of the act. And I was the only one to pull someone up on stage! You’re so welcome, Chris. <3

I really wish I had more photographic evidence to show off, but since the performance was at a fetish club, there’s a strict no photography rule (doctors and lawyers and big-shots come in; don’t wanna hurt their reps). BUT here’s a couple of shots I got in at my place and Blair’s:

 

(Above) I have a new-found appreciation for superheroines, since it’s still difficult for me to dress in all of this in under 5 minutes. Taking it off, on the other hand…

(Above) Pre-show hair and makeup for the group routine.

(Above) Kimberly Kosmo (my bff, Blair) and Kitti Pryde, post-show adrenaline.

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That evening did help me resolve some things. I want to stay in Richmond. I’ve talked to Chris and we agreed that we’re going to give the long-distance thing a shot while he’s off in Atlanta for a couple of years to attend grad school at S.C.A.D. He told me that while he really wants me to go with him, he took one look at my face while performing and could tell that I found something that I need to pursue. He actually went up to my teacher (the lovely Deanna Danger, check her out on YouTube) and thanked her for helping me find my niche. He says he hasn’t seen me so happy in a long while.

And he could be right. I’m finding so much in Richmond that I want to explore. I feel so much more confidant and ready to try new things. I want to move out on my own in a couple of months, and plunge deeper into the world of burlesque, vaudeville and even hula hoop dancing (yes, there is a hula hoop dancing troupe—they use fire rings, striptease and everything— that’s going to be my next class, actually). And I accepted the offer from the Dainty Dolls (check a couple of prior entries for the email I posted) to sing with them in a Vaudeville-ish show at the end of this month.

So, yeah, I’m a little concerned about what this might mean for Chris and myself down the line. But the future holds no guarantees. That’s the beautiful and horrid thing about it. But there are always options, there are always doors for those who are willing and ready to put their hands on the knobs and turn.

I am willing. I am ready.

Word Vomit (Warning: this can get deep)

When I don’t know what else to do, when I’m tired of a situation running around in my head, I turn to music. I’ll usually listen to something that directly channels my mood, just to hear someone else lament. That way, not so alone, and it’s like I’ve got a soundtrack going on.

Lately, there’s these two songs: “Cut,” by Jimmy Eat World, and “Hands Open,” by Snow Patrol— they really get to me. They get under me, my skin, because they describe my “situation” pretty well. They just make so much sense.

Unlike me, I imagine. Ok, I’ll explain.

I’ve been with my boyfriend for almost three years. At least half of this relationship has been spent in different parts of Virginia, roughly two hours apart. We meet up almost every Monday in a town that’s in-between our respective cities. We try to alternate and visit one another’s house at least one weekend a month. It’s certainly tolerable.

But Chris is going to grad school at Atlanta’s Savannah College of Art & Design (SCAD), sometime during the summer/spring of this year. Initially, I was all for going with him. I was feeling pretty stuck in my life, so I got another job in addition to the one I already had, and started saving up. But then, I graduated. I got a different job that allowed me to quit my dead-end ones. I made new friends in an awesome burlesque class. I realized that I no longer needed that escape. If anything, I feel like there’s still plenty left for me here, in Richmond…

So. As it stands, I’m not sure what I’m going to do. I’ve done the out-of-state long distance thing, and I’ve got to say, I am not eager in the least to try it again. It just hurts too much. A cell phone is a poor surrogate boyfriend.

I’m only sure of two things:

  1. I love him, but
  2. Our relationship will not survive unless we’re both content with where we are (emotionally, mentally, physically, etc.).

I’m not going to Atlanta unless I can find more of a reason than him. I’m terrified that I’ll get there, and be miserable, and I’ll end up resenting him, then game over. And a plain, simple fact: love is not always enough to keep two people together. Don’t let the romantics tell ya otherwise. Our lives involve each other, but we are not each other’s lives. If that makes sense.

This is what has been on my mind, in my earphones.

I have to make a decision soon.

I’m just so fucking scared of the “what if’s.”

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