The following several blogs are ideas for novels: I imagine "Iced Mary", to be about how we are during our twenties. Women under ice, submerged, is what the small portraits of the Virgin Mary looked like under the hypoxy clear glue. I made the jewlry for a tourist store downtown. She looked more mysterious on the silver ring set in a small square bezel. The rings sold well at five dollars a piece. I could make about five good ones in a day with often three or four duds I kept in a box on the side. Sometimes I wish I still had the box of Virgin Mary duds. I went to art school on Monday Wednesday Friday and made the rings on Tuesday and Thursday in my bedroom on a scarred dresser. I didn't even have a work bench. On the weekend I worked at a Mexican Restaurant. I always kept myself busy as I really didn't have the necessary social skills to have a lot of friends.
My roommate was gay his name was Michael. He brought home drag queens sometime, I mostly ignored them being sexually avoidant was oblivious at times. I thought he was buying pot from them, not sleeping with them. Later, I remember reading in Life magazine about HIV and read it outloud to him and told him that he better be careful. He just laughed and said that in this cowtown that disease hadn't come here yet. They always wanted to give me makeovers. I wore my hair long and wore arty smocks and baggy jeans and tennis shoes. I had a limp from a car accident and wasn't sure how to wear heels so I discouraged the kindly meant fashion advise. I wanted a boyfriend I soppose. Not aware that the reason I had created so many obstacles to having a boyfriend was a result of a bad experience as a child. I was like an Iced Mary.