Leaving Paradise And The Valley Of The Dolls

So after nearly 7 years, 6 days, 85 minutes and 17 seconds I was ready to embark on a new but old journey….

The long road home.

7 years in Paradise, or was it really paradise?  What is paradise?  Is it a destination?  A feeling in one’s own mind? Or is it a scenario that we have created to fool ourselves into thinking that the past is the past, that love is overflowing, and the sun is always shining as you relax under its warmth with libations and friends and family gathered around you to revel in this glory? 

I met many people, from all varied and diverse backgrounds of life.

For example…

There are the Ben’s and Daniels I met, coupled and refreshingly genuine.

Arista (Paradises own version of Caitlynn Jenner) and her wifey Whistra, who has enjoyed the rise to fame. But alas like all things that rise…eventually they fall.

Then there is Jesus, the Puetro Rican shorty banker wannabe who had a whole lot of clusterfuck going on…

Ahhh yes, then we have the Hawaiian Amazon Princess, Pandora and her male puppy dog like universal lover Mitch.

Alfonso, a genuinely charismatic mature gent, seeking love in all the wrong places, avid art collector.

Rodney, my trusty hair stylist and sidekick, always wanting what he can’t have, but allowing himself to remember the true love he lost and can find again.

Evangelica  and her Queen Narista- Beautiful souls and forever friends and family.

And of course there is the Deannaster…. Tough as nails Itialian Lesbian shark fighting MothaFuckah pal and BFF.

Jerome, the deaf cutie who I can only hope finds his Prince and eternal love.

Johannie, a sun worshiping sex pistol who enjoys the occasional 420 experience.

Sharonna and Merry Anne… a powerhouse stuck in the 30’s/40’s and 50’s….

Kennneth… The Grandpa I have longed for, and fabulous Organist.

The Queen of Artistic and Sadistic Art, Mermista and her sex slave “Big Tisdale”

Galinda, a ray of absolute sunshine and baseball theories.

Amadeus… My sassy witchy sistah and friend, whom always can find the light at the bottom of a wine bottle… smootches!

What I learned while in so called Paradise…

So my question is” If Paradise is merely a scenario created by a longing to find peace, a new opportunity to begin fresh, and to back in the warmth of all the glittering palms, and faux pas, if in reality paradise is just that, a make believe scenario, then how could Moi ever expect every single person to be real and genuine?

Also…

With joy there is sorrow, with loss there is gain, and when one door closes, another one shall open.