“you all look the same in the dark”
original artwork by angie szarenski.

This summer I found myself sleeping with a beautiful actor. He was nice enough and I had just ended the official Summer of Celibacy. Now, I know what you’re thinking, but trust me, it sounded like a good idea at the time. I was actually quite happy all summer and my vagina only needed convincing once in a while.

Okay well back to the freakin’ point already. One night we’re having this crazy conversation. You know what I’m talking about. This is me: “I wish everyone would accept me, give me a guitar so I can write a song and cry on.” I told him that I felt like a had been a million different people this summer, probably due to the fact that working in the theater is such a mind fuck. (If you don’t believe me, try it. You’ll never be the same again.).

Anyway, after I said that he leaned over, kissed me, and said “Well honey, you all look the same in the dark. He thought he was being sweet and all I could think was, “Wow, Angie, you are definitely having sex with a total douche bag, nice!”

And so this is the drawing that always reminds me of that night. The night I realized I had horrible taste and the safest relationship I can have is with pens, markers, paints, canvas, brushes, and whatever else that means art to me. Because when it comes to human beings, I’m always gonna fall a little short.