People are Neat
So much stuff happened. Here's the condensed version from the past couple of days:
1. I ran into this old friend from Miami, this guy who really needed to move out here, because I think Miami was killing his soul. He's doing "design" out here, which makes me think of architecture and inventing new chair styles, but I learned "design" means web design/structure stuff. My mistaken notion was more romantic, anyway... This friend lives at a slum residence in verdant Montclair, with at least one nice queer girl. Most of my memories of Miami center around points of desire. It's only slightly sad to realize this old friend is truly a straight guy, and not the secret bi I wished he'd be!
2. Met a lady of a certain age with her two gentleman companions. We were all on BART, and they were headed to the opera. This lady was very at ease with being the speaker for the group, and she wasn't the kinda lady to let anyone roll over her. She even asked me, when they came to sit down next to me: "May I?"... She wore a black wool cloak with front clasps. Her partner wore a checkered wool longcoat, just dashing on a person with white hair. I liked her magnetic forwardness, and I was reminded that her party appreciated my use of "ma'am" and "sir". Hail, manners and niceties! Long live tough dames and the arts!
3. Last night I took B. to my first Queer Contra Dance, at Ashkenaz. It was glorious. Some folks there really reminded me of my old radical faerie friends, and some might have even been ppl I've seen before, way long ago. Fabulous dancers, and the music!!! The Moving Violations, from western MA, two fiddles, a bass and piano, with mandolin and bodhran at times. *drool* I felt kinda shy about asking people to dance, but I tried out both armband and barearm (the gender-free terms for dance roles!), and noticed that I get to dance with different folks, depending on which role I took. Fortunately most ppl there were switches. My kinda crowd!
My favorites, so far: this guy named Amos, who wore a fabulous red silk hippy dress, and was inches from being a dead ringer for Sandy from Short Mountain, and could recover from any mistake, and started dancing in Boston!; these two boy-girl punk couples, with fluid moves and a silly irreverence. One guy was the shorter, scraggly/anarcho version of Adam, the other guy ... scruffy. Unevenly cut hair. The two women were dead sexy, with 80s dress cues and bicep tattoos.
Contra swinging always makes me grin uncontrollably, especially when I'm obliged to look into my partner's eyes or risk major dizziness. I liked feeling the indentation along the spines of various muscled backs, spinning until I'm out of breath, and anticipating the really fun partners.
And, I still love old-time musicians, and want to have their babies. (Esp. red-haired fiddling babies!)
1. I ran into this old friend from Miami, this guy who really needed to move out here, because I think Miami was killing his soul. He's doing "design" out here, which makes me think of architecture and inventing new chair styles, but I learned "design" means web design/structure stuff. My mistaken notion was more romantic, anyway... This friend lives at a slum residence in verdant Montclair, with at least one nice queer girl. Most of my memories of Miami center around points of desire. It's only slightly sad to realize this old friend is truly a straight guy, and not the secret bi I wished he'd be!
2. Met a lady of a certain age with her two gentleman companions. We were all on BART, and they were headed to the opera. This lady was very at ease with being the speaker for the group, and she wasn't the kinda lady to let anyone roll over her. She even asked me, when they came to sit down next to me: "May I?"... She wore a black wool cloak with front clasps. Her partner wore a checkered wool longcoat, just dashing on a person with white hair. I liked her magnetic forwardness, and I was reminded that her party appreciated my use of "ma'am" and "sir". Hail, manners and niceties! Long live tough dames and the arts!
3. Last night I took B. to my first Queer Contra Dance, at Ashkenaz. It was glorious. Some folks there really reminded me of my old radical faerie friends, and some might have even been ppl I've seen before, way long ago. Fabulous dancers, and the music!!! The Moving Violations, from western MA, two fiddles, a bass and piano, with mandolin and bodhran at times. *drool* I felt kinda shy about asking people to dance, but I tried out both armband and barearm (the gender-free terms for dance roles!), and noticed that I get to dance with different folks, depending on which role I took. Fortunately most ppl there were switches. My kinda crowd!
My favorites, so far: this guy named Amos, who wore a fabulous red silk hippy dress, and was inches from being a dead ringer for Sandy from Short Mountain, and could recover from any mistake, and started dancing in Boston!; these two boy-girl punk couples, with fluid moves and a silly irreverence. One guy was the shorter, scraggly/anarcho version of Adam, the other guy ... scruffy. Unevenly cut hair. The two women were dead sexy, with 80s dress cues and bicep tattoos.
Contra swinging always makes me grin uncontrollably, especially when I'm obliged to look into my partner's eyes or risk major dizziness. I liked feeling the indentation along the spines of various muscled backs, spinning until I'm out of breath, and anticipating the really fun partners.
And, I still love old-time musicians, and want to have their babies. (Esp. red-haired fiddling babies!)