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My forties are kicking my ass
And handing them to me in a margarita glass
I was infatuated with an older man
And then I dated a psychopath
So I'm 44 in 2020 and thank god I saved up some money
Time to ruminate like, what the fuck was that?
In the pages of The Nation, M.L. Rosenthal, reviewing Robert Lowell\u2019s Life Studies in 1959, came up with this term that stuck: confessional poetry. Macha Rosenthal and I are from the same tribe. Our ritual, should we partake, is to confess once a year. We fast, we pray, we fuck up some more, repeat cycle. The term has become broader. To confess is to be on an episode of Law & Order. It is something beaten out of you. Or something from the KGB: We have ways of making you talk. Joni Mitchell disliked anyone comparing her to Sexton or Plath or even using the word \u201Cconfessional.\u201D Joni didn\u2019t confess. She revealed. She disclosed. She was, she said, a penitent of spirit. When she wasn\u2019t that, she was a reckless daughter.
My forties are kicking my ass
And handing them to me in a margarita glass
I was infatuated with an older man
And then I dated a psychopath
So I'm 44 in 2020 and thank god I saved up some money
Time to ruminate like, what the fuck was that?
The f-bomb was deleted, but the rest of it was a bomb already. She got no couch time, so there was no time to explain what the fuck was that. But she didn\u2019t need to. She was already on the couch. This is confessional. It\u2019s out there, as confessional as a therapy session or an old fashioned phone call.
During Taylor Swift's six-show stop in Los Angeles, celebrities have been coming out of the woodwork to support their fellow entertainer and enjoy the singer's three-hour long Eras concert. Selena Gomez, who is one of Swift's besties, brought along her younger sister to enjoy the show. Channing Tatum won dad of the year for taking his daughter Everly (while also wearing a hilarious on-theme shirt). And most recently, Charlize Theron celebrated her birthday with her two daughters, Jackson and August, by her side.
The actress shared the sweetest clip of her and her kids dancing to Swift's hit "Shake It Off." In the video, Theron's merch-clad daughters shimmy in sync with their mom, who wears a white T-shirt, beige blazer, and brown hat. The video then pans to the stage to capture Swift and her backup dancers.
In a 2022 interview, Theron spoke about parenting and the way her daughters perceive her career. "In their heads, they're like, 'We know you work, but we're not 100% sure what you do,'" she told The Hollywood Reporter. "My younger one goes, 'Oh my god, mom, it feels like you can't hold a job.'"
"My older one, she's a pre-teen now, so there are moments, like, we're walking through an airport and [she sees me on a Dior billboard] and she's just like, 'Oh my god, you're on a fucking wall with no shirt, mom. This is so embarrassing. Put a shirt on!'" she said. "And I'm like, 'That will pay for your college!' But deep down, like every mother, I just want to fucking impress them."
that was exactly it. how you say it. written down. finally. in my grasp. still breaking me. the exactitude. the exact desire. under skin. in eyes no sight. under skin. desire. which over the years. so they say. desire is prohibited. all of which just makes drumming in my ears. in my eyes there was no sight. shadows. of desire. breaking the skin of the earth. the earth exposed. a wound. a rock. a drumming. the steps. the descent. desire. every tongue. displaced. the sea. hydra. the sea. this every tongue. fire erupting on the deck. the legs. the hairs. the friction. the skin. the rock. of desire.
my body started to tremble again. faced with death we can no longer. continue. like statues of our desires. death sharpens the senses. i began to smell her like an animal sniffing out meat in order to survive. to survive the death of Christina. i took her neck in my hands. i grabbed hold of it forcefully. i could kill her. mother and daughter dead just like that. she let me. right there she too was made up entirely of love and hatred. of death. of desire.
then she dug into my back. and we fucked. as scraps of ourselves. in the toilets in an airport. in athens. with no μεταφορά. no way of transporting the pain. nothing to transport it in. only the tongue. breaking desire open. deepening wounds. our pussies. and suddenly the fire of death breaking out.
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So I hauled my aging carcass out of bed just before dawn one morning last summer, something I do as rarely as possible. After staying up to catch the late edition of "SportsCenter," it's hard hitting the floor that early. But it was my morning to feed horses out at my friend Randy's farm, a chore I do in return for boarding my two middle-aged geldings there. Actually, it's a pleasant ritual. My big buddies are always glad to see the man with the feed bucket coming. Also, in Arkansas, where I live, it was getting on toward that time of year when the hours around dawn are the only bearable time of day to be outdoors.
Because I wasn't talking about our anniversary at all, which I had, of course, forgotten. I'd marked the SOB on my office calendar in red ink, then couldn't read my own handwriting. No, I was referring to the first Chicago Cubs-Boston Red Sox game since the 1918 World Series, due to be televised that afternoon on WGN-TV. I'd already checked the Chicago weather report online. It was definitely going to happen. As a passionate fan of both teams -- and baseball means more to me today than it did when I was 10, the year Willie Mays and the New York Giants swept the World Series, when baseball meant everything -- I didn't know who I wanted to win. I guess I thought the Cubs needed it worse.
Well, the Cubs always need it worse, don't they? Anyway, here's the punch line: She watched the game with me. Wouldn't have missed it. Greg Maddux was pitching, and Diane rarely misses a Maddux start. She admires his finesse, competitive zeal, and cunning. She's bemused by Maddux's wry, card sharp's expression as he peers in to take the sign, and the graceful way he fields his position. She likes it that he knows how to bunt, and to execute the hit and run. She even thinks it's funny the way Maddux barks out a quick "fuck" when somebody takes him deep. Finally, Diane thinks Greg Maddux is seriously cute, and if he'd consider a fling with a woman not quite old enough to be his mother
Well, let's not go there. The blessed fact is that I married a coach's daughter, one of the wisest decisions of my life. Not that it was entirely a rational act, understand. We met at a reception for incoming grad students at the University of Virginia. I was this New Jersey Irish kid, fresh off the turnpike. If I close my eyes, I can still see her standing there in a little cotton shirtwaist dress, and recall how exotic she seemed to me then: small, brunet, hazel-eyed, intangibly Southern and intensely feminine, to put it very politely. I probably wouldn't have approached her on my own, but the dean, a fellow Arkansan, decided to have some fun with us. Steering Diane by the elbow, he presented her to me and a beaky, red-haired New Yorker I'd been talking to.
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