The Last Night in the Old Apartment
It's all a swirl of images now: yellow kitchen, coral-colored bedroom, big windows, a copper teakettle, and a roof I can sit on. In all honesty, it's a perfect sex apartment. It's just that, lately, whenever I meet a guy who is straight in this town he has always hooked up with some girl I know and think is repulsive. This place is too small sometimes.
But it's so perfect, my new little home, just big enough for a little girl and all of her books. My first piece of mail was a royalty check, which I took as a tremendously good omen. My penthouse, my whole second floor all to myself...I wish I'd found this place a long time ago.
My landlord had been telling me about the guy who lived on the first floor..."such a sweet young man, so shy, never has girls over." I thought he was a hapless loser or maybe a quiet loner type. Then I met him today. He is a raging homosexual.
And then, after a whirlwind of moving, I am spending the weekend in C-ville seeing Rebecca and Michael. Also, this guy I kind of like, is tagging along because he's applying to UVA for grad school and I promised him the tour. It will be weird spending an entire weekend with someone I kind of like but don't know terribly well. I am also interested to see how he and Michael interact- two people I am/was/am sexually attracted to in he same room guarantees some sort of weirdness, at least on my part. On the plus side, C-Ville will be having Drag Queen Bingo on Friday. I am, as Jordan would say, the queer north star.
Clear your calendars- Saturday, October 25, is the date of my moving-in soiree. Bring paint, magazines, wood, markers... whatever you need to create. I am asking everyone to help me make a piece of my new apartment, whether it's covering a table with decoupage or making a drawing to put on my refrigerator. If all else fails, bring beer. I relish the idea of not being able to do anything in my new place without being immediately reminded of someone I love. The christening process begins with hairdye magic with Jenny.
But it's so perfect, my new little home, just big enough for a little girl and all of her books. My first piece of mail was a royalty check, which I took as a tremendously good omen. My penthouse, my whole second floor all to myself...I wish I'd found this place a long time ago.
My landlord had been telling me about the guy who lived on the first floor..."such a sweet young man, so shy, never has girls over." I thought he was a hapless loser or maybe a quiet loner type. Then I met him today. He is a raging homosexual.
And then, after a whirlwind of moving, I am spending the weekend in C-ville seeing Rebecca and Michael. Also, this guy I kind of like, is tagging along because he's applying to UVA for grad school and I promised him the tour. It will be weird spending an entire weekend with someone I kind of like but don't know terribly well. I am also interested to see how he and Michael interact- two people I am/was/am sexually attracted to in he same room guarantees some sort of weirdness, at least on my part. On the plus side, C-Ville will be having Drag Queen Bingo on Friday. I am, as Jordan would say, the queer north star.
Clear your calendars- Saturday, October 25, is the date of my moving-in soiree. Bring paint, magazines, wood, markers... whatever you need to create. I am asking everyone to help me make a piece of my new apartment, whether it's covering a table with decoupage or making a drawing to put on my refrigerator. If all else fails, bring beer. I relish the idea of not being able to do anything in my new place without being immediately reminded of someone I love. The christening process begins with hairdye magic with Jenny.