Captain Sex Kitten is on the road,
y'all. Once in a while, when the going gets tough, the best way I
know to cope is to just get away for a while. Take a deep breath,
line up all the ducks, pack up some necessities, and head for the
hills. Nature heals, but you have to give her a spot of time to do
so. TCB.
When the going gets tough, I sometimes
turn to an imaginary boyfriend for moral support. This week he's
been so great, bringing me little gifts – the latest hip hop beats
on vinyl, a cup of coffee to help me get through the next deadline, a
sexy pair of peep toe wedge heels. He loves me
unconditionally for who I am, for better or worse. I realize that I'm
doing these nice little things for myself, and maybe it's weird that
I like to daydream up an imaginary boyfriend once in a while, but
whatever. I'm the queen of benignly unhinged coping mechanisms.
I'm a lucky gal. One thing I definitely
realize, even when I'm stressed, is that I'm never alone. I have an
amazing array of very real friends and family who do love me for who
I am. The rest of the world can take me or leave me.
My sweet friend Lady J will be lending
her voice to this blog next week while I'm out there blazing up the
hiking trails. A fellow comic geek and super-fierce feminista, I've
asked her to tell a piece of her story – when she started reading
comics, why she likes them, and how she feels about being a fangirl.
Her essay will be posted in two parts on Monday and Wednesday next
week. Enjoy!
Need suggestions for benignly unhinged coping mechanisms (I'm
full of 'em)? Email CaptainSexKitten@gmail.com
anytime!
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