SHE JAZZY

I don’t know what this blog post is, or where I am with this substack. All I know is I really needed to write what I wanted to write, and to be seen in it (Leo season, am I RIGHT/WRITE?). I really love to write and express myself, and I love it when people simply read what I write. Admittedly, I like the attention but moreso, I like the affirmation of eyeballs and feedback. It feels really good. It makes me feel like me. It brings me joy. So thank you. 
Thank you. 
Thank you. 
If you’ve ever read a word of it, if you’ve ever told me that you liked it…please know, I feel it and I appreciate it. I collect it up and tuck it all into a chamber of my heart and on rainy days, it echoes through me. It’s everything.

So here is whatever this is! <3

smells
Do you ever catch a whiff of air and it brings you into a memory you don’t even have? Or not so much a memory, but the feeling of a memory. Or nostalgia. And it makes you just ache. That happened to me twice this week.

sounds 
I have truly experienced a musical renaissance this past year. Ever since Wet Leg’s Wet Leg album dropped, music has just been FINDING me. Here is a lil’ playlist for you:

Bad Love by Dehd
Medicine by Momma
Mother Nature’s Bitch by Okay Kaya
concussion by girlhouse
Act Natural by Margaret Glaspy
Both by Issy Wood
Mother Mother by Tracy Bonham

tastes
Peaches. 

touches
My fingers just flying all over my keyboard. I fucking love that physical feeling. My finger pads having little brains, remembering where each letter falls. Just milliseconds, and a word—right there. Ready to connect to the next word. It’s cute.
+ the sound—all that clacking. My husband hates the sound of other people typing but I love it!!! I’m a slut for it!!! Come type near me honey!!!

sights
Okay I have a lot of these. First of all, I had a tough day at work last week and as I drove home the sky was just COVERED in rainbows. I must have seen six different rainbows. I even saw the END of a rainbow!!! (That’s what I’m telling myself.) Proof below!!!! No gold tho. Which is too bad bc I could really use it. 

This is a picture of a road, a mountain, and the bottom right edge of a rainbow!

Second, MY OUTFIT FOR THE SYLVAN ESSO CONCERT. Just look at her! This outfit is my Queer Euphoria. Umbro shorts?!? Thank you to the magazine I randomly read that told me Umbro shorts were still a thing. Connecting me back to little soccer-playing mary who spent the entirety of practice looking for four-leaf clovers in the field. Also, thanks to the color blue for suddenly being my favorite. How did that happen? I used to eyeroll like a little gossipy bitch at blue. (“WHAT is the big deal about her, people think she’s soooo great.”) Still don’t love navy but pretty much every other shade of blue is just SPEAKING to meeee!! Check out my unfinished poem about blue below. Help me finish it with any blue associations you have—write ‘em down in the comments and I’ll get this baby (blue) written!

This is a picture of me, Mary, a white femme wearing a periwinkle crop top, blue gym shorts, and grey vans sneakers. I’m smiling at my awesome outfit.

Thirdly, on my way to the Sylvan Esso concert I was behind a Tesla with a vanity plate that read “SHE JAZZY.”

Fourthly, all of Samantha Irby’s books. I know I am very late to the Samantha Irby party but man, am I at that party now. On her latest book quietly hostile Glennon Doyle blurbed, “Every time I read Irby, I feel freer,” and that is EXACTLY IT. Irby makes me feel so free!! READ HER IF YOU HAVEN’T AND THEN LET’S GUSH! My favorite was wow, no thank you. I laughed and cried and laughed and cried.

Fifthly and lastly, belladonna lilies.

things that are making me sad right now
Misplaced modifiers (okay not sad, ANGRY. Those mother fuckers. I’m sure this post is riddled with them.)
Spotted lantern flies.

godly things
My hair stylist giving me a hand massage while my hair soaks in toner?!?!?! That’s gonna be a big ol’ tip from me, what an angel.
A bee sucking nectar from my zinnias.
A little kid trailing their dad in the grocery store asking endless questions and the dad answering every single one.

6th sense
Here is a tarot reading for you if you want it!

Awww!!! Hell yes! 10 of pentiessss! This is very rainbow of us! Are you able to treat someone to something this week? Do it! A letter in the mail, a dinner out. Let it be a surprise. My favorite treating the past month is to buy my dog these dog cookies from our local bakery. She is nuts for them!

Soak up that nectar, honies—let it drip!!

blue poem (help!)

me and blue
	are having a moment. <3 <3 <3

cobalt? azure?? neptune???

my true blue blood????
aka, vampire’s capri

aka
i’m an ancient denim lung
a powder jewel baby
a sulky sob crab
with a cool slushie tongue

outstretched

needy for
		hue.

There is something missing!!! So let me know your blue stuff below. I also just wanna know your thoughts on blue. And any thoughts you want to share with me!!

Thanks for reading—have a great week—happy new moon—love you bye!

This is a picture of icon Amelia Meath from Sylvan Esso performing at The Anthem in D.C. She is wearing this amazing dress featuring stacked tutus, I think? All different colors. SHE JAZZY!