“please bring photo identification” by Julia at her desk

Sunday June 2, 2019
8:58pm
5 minutes
from an exam day info sheet

I don’t know why you want to see my photo ID. I told you it doesn’t look like me anymore because I’m a different person.
Or I don’t look like me then, you know what I mean? I’m no longer hating myself, and that’s the big difference right there. It’s hard to explain what that does to the face, but it changes it. You can ask Rene Zellweger. She wasn’t happy with how she was being represented in the world in her bodily form so she changed her life and then her face. Or maybe her face got changed first and then she felt she could change her life. To be honest it’s not really the same. But what I’m trying to convey to you is that I’m happier now and I no longer want to punish myself so the expression is different, my bloating has resolved, there’s a smile in my eye now.
Anyway you won’t understand what I mean, so I guess I’ll just show it to you.
It IS me. I just explained that to you. Ask me anything about the information on there, I can tell you those details in my sleep.
I didn’t have to memorize anything, they’re my details. They are. 67 Elizabeth street—Ugh, see I told you you wouldn’t believe me.
Why would I be trying to pass as a 32 year old? That’s not common!

“heaven is great, earth is great, people are great” by Julia on her couch

Wednesday January 2, 2019
10:21pm
5 minutes
Living the Wisdom of the Tao
Dr. Wayne W. Dyer

There’s a man I walk by everyday on my way to the grocery store. He has a different sign all the time but I know he’s asking for help. I’m waiting for the day he transforms from his sidewalk seat to a radiant standing man with a flowing robe. He will smile at all of us with his kind warm heart and say, “Sorry fuckers, don’t have room on this trolley for the inconsiderate.” Then all the people going in and out of Whole Foods will think about things for a minute. And I will be just like them. Because I have ignored him. I don’t even know what he looks like. I feel bad that I don’t want to give him anything so I walk with my head high in avoidance. I am aware enough to know that I am avoiding the aspect of myself that needs help, the one that doesn’t want pity, the aspect that is not making enough money. I am him and he is me and this lesson is a little too late learned for flowy asshole Jesus.

“The blonde of your dreams” by Julia on her couch


Wednesday September 30, 2015
10:29pm
5 minutes
A Guinness billboard

I’ve got issues with the word “blonde” and issues with the word “dreams”. I know that that’s a bit dramatic, but I’m a bit dramatic, so, take me or leave me, you know? I have wanted blonde hair for years. I almost think people would like me more. Not because people like blondes more than other hair colours, but because it’s like I’m in disguise, or playing up the good because it’s not what I was born with. A good friend once told me that I’m more interesting when I speak in accents. He likes my southern drawl, could listen to that all day, enjoys my child-like British, says it’s cute. Hell, I knew I had a problem when he said he’d rather listen to me in my half-assed and terrible Irish. That means, I’m not good enough as is, right? And I should have dreams to change the hair, the voice, the personality. Right?

“they like to travel the world” by Julia at her kitchen table


Monday, November 4, 2013
11:23pm
5 minutes
Kinfolk, Volume Nine

Michelle came in today. Hand’t seen her in over a month now, but I haven’t been counting so I guess I don’t really know for sure. She was alone as she had been the last few times I’d seen her. Wearing her long hair down to cover up the parts of her body she didn’t seem to like very much. I asked her how she’d been doing. She smiled sort of, but mostly with her neck if that’s even possible, and told me, “Oh, you know, trying to lose weight but mainly by trying to eat right and nothing else.” I was a bit stunned, in fact. The last time Michelle came in she had said something similar and I tried to mention all the ‘at-home remedies’ I knew to help her but she really wasn’t one for listening so this time I didn’t say much. I nodded my head and told her, “Great idea, it’s all about the nutrients isn’t it?” I couldn’t help myself at one point, tried to put my two cents in where it doesn’t belong, where it wasn’t needed. I said, “You know, have you ever tried those smoothies? You can put any thing in those!” And what I meant was those green things, the goopy messy ones. The ones with loads of veggies and fruits, and proper nuts and seeds and things. She smiled again, this time from her chin, and said, “I think those smoothies are what made me gain all that weight in the first place. It’s all that yogurt, eh?”