homies for life
maggie and taymar
summer 2009
maggie and taymar
summer 2009
Summer 2004, small home, orange carpets: roomates necessary. Craigslist: ROOMATE PLEASE DON'T SUCK. Taymar appears at my door like Mary Poppins on coke, all hippied out and gorgeous and magical. Her long red tangly hair reminds me of a mermaid. She has a good face, I secretely appraised. She was aware without the bitterness, the edge, that can come with that awareness. A single mother, her son Caspian in diapers, she pulled out her boob and nursed him as Mr. Curry and I spoke to her in our living room. She started talking and my mouth dropped open. I looked at Mr. Curry and he was grinning at me. Happy for me. He nodded. Of course, he was saying, she can move in. I practically begged her. She talked about co-sleeping with Caspian. She ate organic foods and little shitty foods. She read. She loved music. She loved art. She is a graphic designer. She was so very kind to her son and to Lola, Ian and Dakota. She made fun of herself. She made fun of me. She made an inappropriate joke. I was sold.
The best roomate experience of my life. Lola fell in love, hard. I lost Lola for that year and a half, and it only hurt a teensy bit. Taymar was so patient with Lola, and I did try to set boundries, to make sure Taymar had plenty of space, but she brushed it off. She was goobery with Lola. She cooked with her. We all went on walks. Taymar is the kind of girl who could walk around half naked in front of your husband and you wouldn't want to kill her, because she's so fucking guileless. She's so GOOD. Gooder. Taymar and I stayed up until 4am talking more nights that we should have. Mr. Curry loved her. She endeared herself to the boys. She is off color, wild at heart- truly, wild at heart. She travels more than anyone I"ve ever met, her little guy at her side. Driving, flying, fearlessly, kid in tow, figuring it out as she goes along. Her balls out taking of what she wants in life is astonishing and awesome. She wanted to start her own company and moved in with her sister and works hard and produces awesome movies and graphics. If she wants to go somewhere, she goes, and figures out the details when she gets there, and meets a lot of cool people along the way.
Eventually she moved to Santa Barbara. But we have always stayed friends, and every year that passes I love her more. She's my homie for life. I love you Taymar!
The best roomate experience of my life. Lola fell in love, hard. I lost Lola for that year and a half, and it only hurt a teensy bit. Taymar was so patient with Lola, and I did try to set boundries, to make sure Taymar had plenty of space, but she brushed it off. She was goobery with Lola. She cooked with her. We all went on walks. Taymar is the kind of girl who could walk around half naked in front of your husband and you wouldn't want to kill her, because she's so fucking guileless. She's so GOOD. Gooder. Taymar and I stayed up until 4am talking more nights that we should have. Mr. Curry loved her. She endeared herself to the boys. She is off color, wild at heart- truly, wild at heart. She travels more than anyone I"ve ever met, her little guy at her side. Driving, flying, fearlessly, kid in tow, figuring it out as she goes along. Her balls out taking of what she wants in life is astonishing and awesome. She wanted to start her own company and moved in with her sister and works hard and produces awesome movies and graphics. If she wants to go somewhere, she goes, and figures out the details when she gets there, and meets a lot of cool people along the way.
Eventually she moved to Santa Barbara. But we have always stayed friends, and every year that passes I love her more. She's my homie for life. I love you Taymar!
