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Trinity

Trinity - Have we met before? A couple of summers ago, in August, I was in New Orleans for two back to back business trips. These trips happened, before Katrina had sucked the life out of the downtown core. Bourbon Street was a sticky mass of near naked bodies swaying on beer baked cobble stones in search of a high, whether it be music or substance.

Trinity - The 29th of May - A Poem

Trinity - Out Of Control And Flying High Sitting on a plane you cannot get away from yourself, not to mention the person beside you whose stomach may be rumbling from lack of nutrition on today’s service and happy or sad your innermost feelings show themselves surrounding like a cocoon for one, three, eight or eleven hours of your life with intensity.

Trinity - Underneath Our skin can form a clay mask of our inner selves, hard to the touch and all encompassing.

An open soul will feel too much. Our bodies are 80% water, emotion can turn that water into wine or infect with a free flowing poison that shuts down vitality and blocks messages from brain to heart.

Trinity - If it were the last night on earth everyone would be with someone else………………….. A common sentiment among single Torontonian women would to some extent reflect the title of this short story along with ‘When will it be my turn?’ and ‘Who is out there for me?’ A few years ago having witnessed these dismaying sentences of feminine weakness fall out of my mouth I decided that, until I found Mr. Right, I would indulge in the affections and attentions of x4 special men in my life all whom had been vying for my attention. I would play the game like our Metro sexual human opposites do, just minus the actual sex.

Trinity - If it were the last night on earth everyone would be with someone else………………….. A common sentiment among single Torontonian women would to some extent reflect the title of this short story along with ‘When will it be my turn?’ and ‘Who is out there for me?’ A few years ago having witnessed these dismaying sentences of feminine weakness fall out of my mouth I decided that, until I found Mr. Right, I would indulge in the affections and attentions of x4 special men in my life all whom had been vying for my attention. I would play the game like our Metro sexual human opposites do, just minus the actual sex.


Red Riding Hoods of 2005 beware the sheep are still not what they appear to be!
I live in Toronto; I am in my early 30's and moved to Canada approximately 10 years ago. Life is stressful these days but who's isn't really? I am an intelligent, attractive girl who is single in the city. For the following true story I will change all names to protect the innocent (or is that to protect the guilty?)

Trinity - A small slice of Trinity. Made in England, content Canadian would be on my label, if I were a soft toy. Waiting for my real life best describes my stance but upon reflection this might actually be my real life! Sitting between the baby boomers and generation x this puts me in my 30’s, both young and old at the same time with a unique ability to identify with every age.