As many of you know, my husband (whose scene name was Jesus) is no longer with us. RIP Dusty B.
After much of his pleading and a short, lustful, unconvincing marriage of 5 years, I decided to let his long-gone, alpha soul rest. My name, however, will remain Rivera Blackthorn-Blue as a testament to the dynamism, strength, and piety gained by immersing myself in who he once was before his return to dust.
Because of these changing tides, I’m in search of new, atypical amusement:
Sometimes confusing, always safe and never without intellect and excitement. Everyone feels they’re willing to fill a role without beginning to understand me, so tell me what you want and I’ll decide if you speak in truths or fallacies.
Vagabond things — Soon to come: pressed flowers picked while on the road, river-lake-ocean stones, vintage clothes or jewelry collected over the past 10 years, irregular posts about what I see, hear and learn from exposure to different regions, states, cities, and situations in the US.
Deep Blue Veins 