Posted by: Gia Portfolio on: February 22, 2012
Startled to see
Charcoal-rimmed eyes
staring back at me
from my reflection in coffee
Black.
You sit
ashing your cigarette
on gray stones of patio
We laugh about time, circumstance.
You look at me
I look down
at new stiletto boots
Boots I wouldn’t think of buying before
now.
Now, when I’m to act sophisticated, mature
I am happy we can laugh like children
I still feel like a child
especially around you
older, smoother
In these moments
I know I’m in love with you
When I feel you looking at me,
and it makes me shy and insecure,
When I look at myself and see a girl
dressed beyond her years,
And then you see the image I project as me
Woman
I am suddenly secure
beautiful.
You ignore my naivete
And we embrace each other
as equals.
(2003)
Posted by: Gia Portfolio on: February 21, 2012
This was an experimental dish that turned out quite well. It’s easy because I’m the queen of shortcuts, but it still takes some time. If you’re more inclined, trip it to the fish and farmers’ markets, but I found this to work out deliciously.
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Posted by: Gia Portfolio on: February 14, 2012
Posted by: Gia Portfolio on: February 12, 2012
Posted by: Gia Portfolio on: February 1, 2012
He made me believe that he knew me better than I knew myself. He had been studying me for 10 years and had a gift for the written word. I believed what he wrote (many, many poems) and said about me—whether it was when he loved me or when he was very angry with me—I believed these to be truths about my core, my essence.
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Posted by: Gia Portfolio on: January 14, 2012
A young mom recently said she wanted her son to have both “boy” and “girl” toys. At the time, I thought, What? But after mulling over it, is that really so strange in this day and age?
I dressed up my little brothers in female clothes. The boys (to me) were like real-life baby or Barbie (Ken?) dolls. Plus, they didn’t know any better. ;)
William LOVED the color purple when he was younger. He was also an extremely talented painter before sports took over his life. Piers loved Barbie, wearing my mom’s high heels, and was a witch every single Halloween until high school. That didn’t mean he was gay, not definitely, but did we even care? No. My cousin of the same age grew up obsessed with Disney’s The Little Mermaid and also wore high heels. He came out of the closet as soon as he hit his teens, and my brother came out a few years later, in college.
HOWEVER, my second cousin, also obsessed in his younger years with his mom’s high heels, is straight. SO… let kids love what they love and don’t judge.
I think there’s nothing wrong with a boy having a female role model or getting in touch with his feminine side. Is there something wrong with me because I obsessively played 007 on N64 in middle school or because I tried to start a girls’ football team in high school? I think not. And, for the record, I happen to be the “girliest” girl I know.
It’s easy for people to define things as black or white, but even our races are so intermixed now. So boy/girl toys, games, books, and even colors should be out. Why are we “genderizing”?
No toy or game or sport (side note: my mom called ballet my sport before I got into “sports” ha! but isn’t football a lot like ballet? think about it…) will “make” your child more “masculine” or “feminine.” Children are born the way they are and attracted to certain leisurely things naturally, and no amount of “control” over their interests is going to change their natural essence when they grow up. So why even try to do that? Introduce them to everything you can so they learn to cultivate their own interests as innocently as possible.
Bottom line: Let kids be kids. Stop genderizing. And let toys be that—just toys.
Posted by: Gia Portfolio on: December 29, 2011
One of my promiscuous former co-workers, much my senior, told me, “Don’t you dare ever make him breakfast. That effs with your emotions. That is you f*ing with your own head. You have just crossed that fine line right there when you start cooking breakfast.” This also applies to going out for breakfast or any sort of lingering after a sleepover. It’s called “hit it and quit it” for a reason. Don’t even cuddle. In, out, done and done.
Those were more or less my rules. Detachment. But one day, I just felt like cooking him breakfast. And here we are, three months later, committed. Early on, I created this recipe, and since he raved about it, I thought I’d share:
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Posted by: Gia Portfolio on: December 21, 2011
Posted by: Gia Portfolio on: December 16, 2011

Unfortunately being a female has some drawbacks, one of those being that monthly red devil. Don’t worry—we all know the symptoms that go with it and I’m not going to get into any of that. I have found, though, that among the horrific inconveniences this time causes on a lady’s day-to-day life, there are a few positives.
I’ll only tell the story from my personal experience, because we females vary greatly when it comes to how this particular demon affects us, and I haven’t asked any other gals about this.
Beyond the agony, agitation, and tiredness, I feel like an alpha female. I perform better at work this week more than any other in the month. I have an adrenalin rush. I have stronger, longer workouts. I have a drive and can kill anyone who comes into my path with my bare hands. I have an extreme hatred for men, which enhances all of these timely qualities. It makes me mean and more competitive (of course, all with a smile) and makes those dummies (XYs) take me seriously. No one, seriously NO ONE, can cross me at this time. It’s great. It’s a great time for getting everything I want when it comes to success.
And then when it’s over, I go back to my pleasant chipper self for three weeks and get to enjoy all those other things I want.
Posted by: Gia Portfolio on: December 9, 2011