NYC, partie deux
I slept like a dead baby on that huge, soft futon. I woke up two hours before our hosts, Door and her fiance Mike. (Dammit, I know all the other Mikes in my life better than this one. Better let him be Just Mike and give silly names to all the others.) Luckily there was food to snack on and a cat to whisper to, so I didn't disturb the sleepers. Oh, except for Julius, but he never wakes up as early as me these days. As soon as Mike woke up, he dashed off to get us some yummy bagels- yet another food that doesn't taste so good outside of a 60-mile-radius of The City. Then we headed out for a quick swim at Jones Beach.
Except it wasn't quite so quick. Jones Beach is the most gorgeous beach I've seen in Mainland America. (I could list them, and it wouldn't be as long as that city-list, but I won't.) The sand was a fine crystalline substance that fell off you naturally as it dried. The only wind was a gentle breeze . . . I didn't have to weigh down my towel or get sand in my eyes/mouth/nose every time I stood up. The water was cold but the waves were perfect- I rode three in quick succession, and I didn't try very hard. I immediately asked Door if I could come back, stay another weekend with her so I could spend a whole day on this fine, fine beach. After swimming twice, shell-searching, and warming my numb skin in the sun, I reluctantly left. We grabbed some more white pizza and I met Curly at the train station.
Curly and I had a fabulous day. I'm so glad he was with me, as Julius spent most of the day with ottomaton and Willow. We all met up for a meal at a cheezy Asian restaurant. The sushi and edamame was yummy, but the presentation was poor. It reminded me too much of the Asian place near my house for me to really enjoy it. Of course, I also didn't enjoy it because it was the most uncomfortable meal I'd eaten in years. Me and Jane were like those statues that faced each other in the Neverending Story: we were stiff, over-formal, and frigidly cold to each other. That made the whole thing very awkward: I feel guilty for bringing such a sensitive soul as Curly into that emotional quagmire. After lunch, they headed to Chinatown and me and Curly went down to St. Mark's Place.
St. Mark's is so neat! I loved sticking my nose into all of the shops. We must've spent an hour in Toy Tokyo and another hour in the place downstairs with all of the vintage toys. They had some overpriced Wuzzles, Care Bears, and My Little Ponies, but I refrained from purchasing them. I just was happy to see how rich an investment I have stored in my Toy Room. I found a vintage clothing store that was selling three items for $5. I found a strawberry shirt, a scarf made of black muppet fur, and a blue gingham jacket that Curly said made me look like Mary Poppins. I strutted over to the Village, immensely proud that I had spent so little today.
Of course, Christopher Street ruined that. I walked into two stores and dropped $60 or so. Whoooops. But I got good stuff. First, I found a sex shop that had a black suede strap-on that fits me perfectly. It's so soft and comfortable, so much nicer than any other I've ever tried on. I had to get it. Then I walked into Don't Panic. If you're even slightly queer, it's physically impossible to walk into a Don't Panic and not come out with at least one excellent T-shirt. I saw at least a half-dozen I liked, but one jumped off the shelves and into my arms. It shows three smiling stick-figure people holding hands. It says, "The only thing better than a cute boyfriend . . . is two cute boyfriends!" How could I not? I'm so proud of my Family, I'm so happy about our arrangement that I want to sing about it to everybody I know. But many people feel uncomfortable as soon as I say "Polyamory". Curly says that's because it sounds like some kind of furniture fetish. :D
Anyway, then me and Curly met up with Julius, ottomaton, and Jane. Jane and ottomaton went off to dinner while me, Curly, and Julius inhaled some spicy Chinese food before heading back to Penn Station. I fell asleep three or four times on the train home . . . waking up to a brightly-lit place was disconcerting. Curly drove us to Door and Mike's place, and he and Door spent a good hour catching up. Eventually, Curly left and I passed out . . . or tried to. I was so severely overtired that I was very disoriented. I kept slipping into sleep, then jerking myself awake and asking Julius if I was still on the train. He kept calmly reassuring me that I wasn't, and eventually I passed out.
Except it wasn't quite so quick. Jones Beach is the most gorgeous beach I've seen in Mainland America. (I could list them, and it wouldn't be as long as that city-list, but I won't.) The sand was a fine crystalline substance that fell off you naturally as it dried. The only wind was a gentle breeze . . . I didn't have to weigh down my towel or get sand in my eyes/mouth/nose every time I stood up. The water was cold but the waves were perfect- I rode three in quick succession, and I didn't try very hard. I immediately asked Door if I could come back, stay another weekend with her so I could spend a whole day on this fine, fine beach. After swimming twice, shell-searching, and warming my numb skin in the sun, I reluctantly left. We grabbed some more white pizza and I met Curly at the train station.
Curly and I had a fabulous day. I'm so glad he was with me, as Julius spent most of the day with ottomaton and Willow. We all met up for a meal at a cheezy Asian restaurant. The sushi and edamame was yummy, but the presentation was poor. It reminded me too much of the Asian place near my house for me to really enjoy it. Of course, I also didn't enjoy it because it was the most uncomfortable meal I'd eaten in years. Me and Jane were like those statues that faced each other in the Neverending Story: we were stiff, over-formal, and frigidly cold to each other. That made the whole thing very awkward: I feel guilty for bringing such a sensitive soul as Curly into that emotional quagmire. After lunch, they headed to Chinatown and me and Curly went down to St. Mark's Place.
St. Mark's is so neat! I loved sticking my nose into all of the shops. We must've spent an hour in Toy Tokyo and another hour in the place downstairs with all of the vintage toys. They had some overpriced Wuzzles, Care Bears, and My Little Ponies, but I refrained from purchasing them. I just was happy to see how rich an investment I have stored in my Toy Room. I found a vintage clothing store that was selling three items for $5. I found a strawberry shirt, a scarf made of black muppet fur, and a blue gingham jacket that Curly said made me look like Mary Poppins. I strutted over to the Village, immensely proud that I had spent so little today.
Of course, Christopher Street ruined that. I walked into two stores and dropped $60 or so. Whoooops. But I got good stuff. First, I found a sex shop that had a black suede strap-on that fits me perfectly. It's so soft and comfortable, so much nicer than any other I've ever tried on. I had to get it. Then I walked into Don't Panic. If you're even slightly queer, it's physically impossible to walk into a Don't Panic and not come out with at least one excellent T-shirt. I saw at least a half-dozen I liked, but one jumped off the shelves and into my arms. It shows three smiling stick-figure people holding hands. It says, "The only thing better than a cute boyfriend . . . is two cute boyfriends!" How could I not? I'm so proud of my Family, I'm so happy about our arrangement that I want to sing about it to everybody I know. But many people feel uncomfortable as soon as I say "Polyamory". Curly says that's because it sounds like some kind of furniture fetish. :D
Anyway, then me and Curly met up with Julius, ottomaton, and Jane. Jane and ottomaton went off to dinner while me, Curly, and Julius inhaled some spicy Chinese food before heading back to Penn Station. I fell asleep three or four times on the train home . . . waking up to a brightly-lit place was disconcerting. Curly drove us to Door and Mike's place, and he and Door spent a good hour catching up. Eventually, Curly left and I passed out . . . or tried to. I was so severely overtired that I was very disoriented. I kept slipping into sleep, then jerking myself awake and asking Julius if I was still on the train. He kept calmly reassuring me that I wasn't, and eventually I passed out.