Where does one even start? There’s no flowery language for it, and 2018 has pushed be well beyond the point of sugarcoating this moment to hide how pathetic and helpless I feel.
Firstly, thank you from the bottom of my heart to all of my guests who have committed to regular extended sessions this year. It has been, in a lot of literal ways, a lifesaver as I’ve been focusing so much energy on school. It has been a true treasure to focus my affection so narrowly and free from the rigors of constant touring. You have blessed with working exactly as much as I need to to get by which has freed up a lot of time for integral personal development.
After a truly delightful and invigorating week in Montréal, I packed my things up Sunday and headed to my car which had been street parked for two days only to find it missing. Stolen. I filed a police report, of course, and I have been in touch with my insurance. Now, in the midst of redoing my final projects for art school (as all my semester’s work was in the trunk so I could go right to class Monday morning) and cobbling together transportation to school forty-five minutes away, I am also tasked with finding a new car. I suppose finding is the easy part as it’s the funding that a year of working just as much as necessary has made difficult. Of course, that affects the money I’d set aside for school, which, of course, I wouldn’t be able to attend without the car.
The point, then:
I’ve long been very firm on what it takes to engage me in a sugar relationship. I’m willing to find more middle ground than I have in the past. If you’ve been interested in a more involved relationship with me and are able to help me get back on the road and registered for classes in the winter, let’s see what we can work out.
Honestly, I have never in my life felt so incapable and in need of someone to take care of me. As someone who their whole life has prided themselves on self-sufficiency, it is hard to say, but maybe it’s time to let down the walls.