I GOT GIRL POWER.

I'm just sayin. Without my girls, I'd be nothing. My ladies. The flacas. The directionally challenged. The entrepreneurs. The Mothers. The sisters. The socialites. All without whom I would be utterly lost. Our conversations continue to amaze, inspire and ignite me. It's these beauties that I call my friends. I love them. They truly are my greatest friends of my life. I say this for with my girls I can say anything. I can ask the most ridiculous question, and not get too much shit for it. I respect their opinion. I seek their counsel. In this spirit I just want to give you all a collective kiss on the cheek. I love your work.

<3 DC

SHE WALKED RIGHT IN, AND SAT RIGHT DOWN.

Oh the pretty bird. I had forgotten just how cute this gingersnap was. She breezed in to the patio of my favorite local watering hole and pulled up a spot right next to yours truly. That's good for I was anxiously awaiting her arrival. Her winning grin is entirely infectious. I don't think I stopped smiling, yet. I think I have had this grin plastered on my mug since we met just last night. I mean, met up, for I had met the beauty years earlier but could not tell her how I felt about her, since the duke was totally under her spell as well. Well the duke is gone, and this pretty lion is growing up. I suppose that time works everything out. I found my self feeling glad that I had waited years to tell her of the crush she held on my heart. I don't believe if I had told her years ago that it would have made much difference. We were different people back then. I am happy with the people we have become and that now we can take a look and see if what is weighing on my heart is really true. So is it? Well who knows. Last night was so easy, breezy and beautiful it made me think that maybe it's so. Effortless is how I would characterize it. The conversation was titillating. My eyes were filled with moonbeams and stars. I could not stop longing for those flaming tresses of auburn that fell all around her fetching face. Surely she was feeling some of the same, for her giggles, grins and her soft caresses had me reeling. And reeling I am. Something about her had my dreams filled with that favorite color of mine, all night long. When I awoke, she was still firmly planted on my mind. As I sit here, I just can't help but wonder if the pretty bird will return. Will you return to me? I guess it's my old friend time that will assure me if this muse is the one I had been dreaming of. So here's to you and here's to me, what will happen no one can see. This time, absolutely, positively, maybe…

A RAINBOW STILL LOOKS PRETTY WHEN IT BLEEDS

Let's just say that sometimes you have to dance naked. I mean, people will look, stare even. Always watching, judging. You know, oh well. Dance. Just dance. Kiss them off these lips of mine.
The lights go up, the crowd bursts into uproarious cheer as the sisters make their way on stage. Like an electrofunk shock to my soul, Jake and Ana come out absolutely scorching. Red and black patent leather gleaming like freshly oiled abs. It's very hot. Sweaty for sure. The sea of sisters before me have the giddy of glee. The crowd is bouncing. Everywhere I look hands, feathers, fingers, and phones are all being waved in the streaking lights emanating from behind my scissors. One by one the buttons unbuttoned down my shirt. Pause. Dance. Just dance. It's been five years or so since I saw the sisters. I loved that tour opener that popped my cherry way back then, but tonight they were new. Licentious. Loud. Lovely. The energy was amazing. The pounding beats, with jakes falsetto, and Ana's soul had my appendages gyrating along with their cunning cadence. The tiny pebbles frolicked under my feet. At a show like this, you better be ready for the long haul. There's no stopping. You don't sit down. You dance. You dance your ever loving ass off. You try to keep your clothes on, but man it's hot, and so were my hotpants. I had decided awhile back that a feather boa is a good a shirt if you don't have anything else, however I was without said boa. Sweat beads are streaming down my wrinkled cheeks caused by the grin plastered on my mug. I sneak the shirt down my back from my shoulders. Do a little half shirt on, half shirt off ditty, and take it off. I brush the girl next to me who let's out some sort of "eww" noise while wiping her arm. "This is the front row honey" I mutter as I sway the other way into the invisible light. This is where I stay locked into perpetual motion. Prancing to and fro, making new friends, and enemies, but all in the sweet sweat soaked gooeyness of the dance floor. When the scissors give us their final kiss, I'm speechless. To my surprise, and my surprise alone THE SCISSOR SISTERS had rocked my snakeskin spandex right off! I don't even care if they respect me today.

That shit was hot.