Aging Favors the Insatiable
Live Hungry, Die Free. A Prayer.
No One Told Me It Would Be Like This
Life before 30 is like living with a lobotomy.
There are times I wish I’d made more inadvisable choices in my lobotomized years. I was a miserable square who was too careful and so my 20s were quite boring. Too much introspection and being “wise beyond your years” (saying this to kids simultaneously stunts them and gives them a God complex; don’t do it, let them be their age), not enough caution thrown to the wind. Too many bad jobs and not nearly enough bad first dates. Bad first dates make for better stories. My tales about bad jobs always unfold like a Sunday school parable. There’s a moral and humanizing lesson but never any intrigue or spice. How lame!
Though if I had a chance to go back I’m not sure I would. Things feel a whole lot better now with some mileage on a fully working prefrontal cortex.
Today, July 1, is my birthday. I’ve woken up at 33. In the lead up I’ve been thinking about what I continue to gain with every new year of improved cognition. The biggest gain has been hunger, a particular kind that no one prepared me for. It has me feeling voracious 24/7. I love it.
Muses
Click for Eartha Kitt coming in hot with major gems like, “Compromise for what? When you fall in love, what is there to compromise about?”
Venus of the Mind is designed for the insatiable spirit.
The Importance of Models in a Woman’s Life
I’ve observed different kinds of hungry women.
First, the women who acknowledge their hunger but set it aside for the needs of others. Living in a limbo of longing between someday and just not today.
The second group are women who don’t realize they’re hungry. They tend to grow resentful without any clear sense of why. They know they’re pissed off but don’t know how, when, or where things got so frustrating.
Then, there are the women who hunger, name their desire and feed it. They know doing so will only make them hungrier…but that’s part of the joy. These are my people.
They feed their hunger and in doing so, they grow more vital. I want to be like those muses, like the women who stay hungry. The ones who refuse to apologize for wanting it all. I want to be a woman who relishes in the wanting and who finds thrill in the satiating. Goals met. New goals made. Countries traveled. Skills learned. Mastery is not the point —embodiment is. Body adorned. Fabrics draped. Textures felt. Food savored. Drinks sipped. Music made. Books read. Beauty found. Creativity expressed. Laughter with a spark. Embracing the sun. Meeting the moon. Resting and knowing peace while alive.
Women who FAFO on purpose for the plot. Take notes and try again.
Women who fail and own up to it. Apologize, offer repair, and mean it.
Women in their 40s who sparkle and in their 50s who emanate verve. Women in their 60s who joke like sailors and giggle like kids. Women in their 70s who look at life and still talk about it like it’s a buffet open to them. Women in their 80s who’ve been to hell and back for fun, just to give the Devil a run for her money. I once had a bright star of a client, the most stylish and vivacious, pushing 90.
All of them still hungry. Hungry for themselves and what they can create when they meet their deepest desires on a soul level.
All of them nourishing a hunger that arises independent of partnership, a hunger unmoored from caregiving, a hunger free from ancestral pressure.
All of them still feeding their hunger all the days of their lives, until God calls them back to Herself.
I want to be like that too.
Till Death do Me, Myself, and I part.
This is my prayer.
Amén.
All Roads Lead to Beauty
Donna Summer singing her iconic “I Feel Love” at the Arena di Verona in Verona, Italy. This song was studio recorded in 1976 and came out July 2, 1977.
P.S.
Insatiability “as praxis” lol.
Live footage of me ringing in Summer Solstice on the heels of Pride-Juneteenth 2026!
10/10 would relive.
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