Adopt ME!~

I've decided to get a cat. Because I need something to love. And I'm tired of talking to myself. And I like warm, furry creatures.
After hours of perusing cat 'personal ads' on Petfinder.com, I'm tempted write one for myself. Maybe I'll start a Girlfriendfinder.com or Loverfinder.com for all of us stray humans who need to be adopted and loved too!
Here's my ad:

This adorable, affectionate redhead is looking for her forever love.

Violeta was found living a hand-to-mouth existence in a rough neighborhood in Brooklyn, spending too much time in bars and on OKCupid - dating one NYC dickwad after another. Though she has mild PTSD from years of dealing with non committal guys (who used her for her body and superior skills in the boudoir), once you gain her trust she'll be a loyal and loving companion.
If you decide to share your home with her she'll greet you with a warm smile, inane chatter and endless BJs (dream on)to show you her appreciation.

Though Violeta is friendly and plays well with others she prefers to be the only lady of the house - no polyamorous looney toons, nor cheating bastards need apply.

She's negative for all STD's, is tattooed and has had her rabies shots. Don't even think of microchipping her!

Please be gainfully employed, provide at least 3 references and an adoption fee of 30,000 cash. A mandatory home visit will be scheduled beforehand.

You Can Make It Alone...

Ahhhh Brooklyn, I think I love you. I know its unrequited, sadly like so many of my affections. And our love isn't perfect, that's for sure. Sometime you annoy the hell out of me, you're big and dirty and full of so goddamn many people. But at the end of the night, I can't wait to rush home to you. The comfort of my own little neck of the woods; the faded but elegant lines of my little studio await me in Crown Heights. I know I'm slightly out of place here and yet being an outsider is what makes me comfortable, its all I know. From my childhood on, I've always known what it was like to be different, to be alone. And now it comforts me.

As I walk down these hot dusky streets, shadows and shade etched by the drooping branches of ancient trees - as street-wizened as the old men that lounge languorously on their stoops smiling and nodding hello to passersby, I'm enveloped by a keen joy that is almost as sweet and piercing as sadness. This is a place where children still dance through hoses, jump double dutch and play ball in the street. Its not Mr. Roger's neighborhood though, its not innocent - there's a vague sense of danger and gathering intensity on hot nights. But the streets feel alive, compassionate, humming with life here - not dead and vacant like yawning suburban streets - empty, wide and engulfing - with only the blue blur of TVs flickering in windows to indicate that any sort of life exists. Or worse yet, the silent hostile lines of tall pines crowding a dark sky bursting with cold stars,the lonely hush of the forest, the feeling of wilderness stretching around you, void of people, dark tangles of branches and wild animals baying at each other in moon saturated meadows. That was MY childhood, the feeling of dark jagged pines closing in, the feeling of being adrift - a small oasis of human life in a giant undulating sea of dark, stern, pressing hills.

So I'm here now. Embraced by the chaos of the urban jungle. Trying to live and love. And making a big mess of it all as usual. Somehow, I think I just might be OK, on my own, after all. Or at least for now...