Since my sublet here is winding down I’ve been packing up again for yet another move, a short one this time, at the end of the month. I was going through some old papers and found an old diary that I’d written way back in the mid-nineties, when I spent a year in New York City. What really struck me the most was how desperately unhappy I was back then. I’ve talked a lot on this blog about my struggles from time to time with low moods, so I can’t say I’m really a happy person (wish I could), but I’m certainly better than I was way back then. Geez, I did not have a clue and was terribly dramatic – everything seemed weighted with significance and life or death importance. I hope I’ve come at least a little ways since then.
The real lesson I took from reading that again is just the obvious conclusion that none of us can predict the future. When I moved to L.A. about nine years ago I thought I would probably spend the rest of my life there. Not so. And now that I’m in Denver I can see that I have no idea what the future will hold or how long I’ll really be here (although being in a sublet and moving twice in such a short time does heighten the sense of things being temporary). I do like it here pretty well and think things will work out in the long run, but really, who knows? Nothing profound about all this but it does take some of the pressure off. I was writing about things back in the nineties that seemed so important at the time and now they’re just vague memories.
I also found some old Harmony magazines too, old favorites from years ago, and scanned a few photos from them, though I apologize for the image quality. I really loved these pictures of Sarah Foster Tate in this bronze rubber dress – she was always terrific! And here’s a favorite set of Lyndia in a sexy white blouse with a wide corset belt, nicely tied and gagged. (I know these are still under copyright but, hey, they’re old and I don’t think they’re on any pay sites. If the owners of these images see them here and want them down, though, just let me know and I’ll do so right away. In the meantime, enjoy!
New York City is an awful place. I work for many New Yorkers in Western Massachusetts and because of their jobs and better private schools it is hard to find anyone who truly loves the big city.
Hi PF, New York is a tough place indeed! I love visiting it but could never try to live there again. It’s even much tougher than L.A. in terms of the day to day pressures. Unfortunately I think at that time in my life I would have been miserable anyplace I lived ;-)
Really big cities are soul less often. I’ve always lived in what is best described as outer suburbia. I’ve been close enough to commute in for urban attractions such as shops, the theatre, etc, but always return home to what in most ways are still small towns or villages.
It can be a tradeoff between the peace and qyiet and the excitement and buzz of city living.
Sandra: I do think you have come a long ways and as you point out change is the only constant. Miss you ! Hope to see yaa soon.
Ho and I love the scanned pics of the Mag!
Thanks, JenJell and Vicky, for the nice comments. Miss you too, Vicky, and our times at those First Friday’s. Hope to visit again later in the year…
Just found this, I loved Sarah Foster Tate and I have the magazine the bronze dress set is from, and a wonderful set of her as all the pieces to a chess set.