Loose Thread
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So now that i have "time to myself" again, myself has been hogging all my time.
It's good.
I had a studio visit on Tuesday, which was helpful. It forced me to think about the new stuff, the stuff that has been rather formless until now, and to actually push it in a direction that makes me happy.
Wednesday a friend came over to look at my work, since it was out and all, and it was so much fun. Tomas. I actually just met him and his husband Dan recently. Sweet dudes with hillbilly beards. Tomas got the work very quickly and then while I was making cous cous he asked, "Do you toke?" Laugh. I've been living in Germany, as well as the 21st century, for a while now, so I'd forgotten the word "toke." I actually don't toke often, which makes me a mega-lightweight. After dinner we went to Basso and watched Altman's Three Women. It was the greatest non-sexdate ever.
I had a sexdate too. That was Sunday morning with Juan. It was nice (and I mean that in the best sense of the word). Beautiful, friendly, intelligent guy. Afterwards though I was in this weird mood (weird in the purest sense of that word: not good not bad not definable). When the weirdness thinned out what was left was some sort of fresh-laundry smelling resolve. Not a revelation, just a personal confirmation that I've always found the make out session to be the best part of sex. Now that I'm old and only crave my biological calling four times a week (as opposed to the two-to-four-times-a-day lust of my 20s), I wish there was a way to flag being all about what sometimes gets the disserving label of "the lead up" but in my book could easily be "the end all." Like, a T-shirt that says, "Let's kiss, grope, and keep our clothes on," ...but more subtle.
Speaking of wishes one of my LJ friends just wished to live "in a society that valued women." I want to be there too. I want a society where as people gain or even come close to gaining "equal rights" they don't turn around and immediately exercise their new privileged isms. I'll come out now as one of those who were mostly disappointed with all the attention gay marriage got in the last election. Let's face it, even if it passed, it's not really an equal right. State recognized marriage is gross: the sanctity of coupling ... getting lots of presents (including tax breaks and a different set of laws). I would make a better argument, but lots of other people already have, so I'll just agree. I wish people were fighting more interesting and humanitarian battles and doing so without targeting whole sets of other people like blacks, transsexuals, dykes, turks, mormons, and so forth.
Nao Bustamonte arrived this morning. She's sleeping now and then at 2 PM she starts on this big "Jack Smith Live" project, but you can be sure I'll also be hogging some of her time. Poor girl gets no rest.
I wanted to post a bunch of photos from the show but they look shitty (I tried to be smart and adjust the photos to suit the lighting in the gallery, and now all the pics look like they were taken through a wash of blue Gatorade vomit.
I'll go back this weekend and reshoot.
So now that i have "time to myself" again, myself has been hogging all my time.
It's good.
I had a studio visit on Tuesday, which was helpful. It forced me to think about the new stuff, the stuff that has been rather formless until now, and to actually push it in a direction that makes me happy.
Wednesday a friend came over to look at my work, since it was out and all, and it was so much fun. Tomas. I actually just met him and his husband Dan recently. Sweet dudes with hillbilly beards. Tomas got the work very quickly and then while I was making cous cous he asked, "Do you toke?" Laugh. I've been living in Germany, as well as the 21st century, for a while now, so I'd forgotten the word "toke." I actually don't toke often, which makes me a mega-lightweight. After dinner we went to Basso and watched Altman's Three Women. It was the greatest non-sexdate ever.
I had a sexdate too. That was Sunday morning with Juan. It was nice (and I mean that in the best sense of the word). Beautiful, friendly, intelligent guy. Afterwards though I was in this weird mood (weird in the purest sense of that word: not good not bad not definable). When the weirdness thinned out what was left was some sort of fresh-laundry smelling resolve. Not a revelation, just a personal confirmation that I've always found the make out session to be the best part of sex. Now that I'm old and only crave my biological calling four times a week (as opposed to the two-to-four-times-a-day lust of my 20s), I wish there was a way to flag being all about what sometimes gets the disserving label of "the lead up" but in my book could easily be "the end all." Like, a T-shirt that says, "Let's kiss, grope, and keep our clothes on," ...but more subtle.
Speaking of wishes one of my LJ friends just wished to live "in a society that valued women." I want to be there too. I want a society where as people gain or even come close to gaining "equal rights" they don't turn around and immediately exercise their new privileged isms. I'll come out now as one of those who were mostly disappointed with all the attention gay marriage got in the last election. Let's face it, even if it passed, it's not really an equal right. State recognized marriage is gross: the sanctity of coupling ... getting lots of presents (including tax breaks and a different set of laws). I would make a better argument, but lots of other people already have, so I'll just agree. I wish people were fighting more interesting and humanitarian battles and doing so without targeting whole sets of other people like blacks, transsexuals, dykes, turks, mormons, and so forth.
Nao Bustamonte arrived this morning. She's sleeping now and then at 2 PM she starts on this big "Jack Smith Live" project, but you can be sure I'll also be hogging some of her time. Poor girl gets no rest.
I wanted to post a bunch of photos from the show but they look shitty (I tried to be smart and adjust the photos to suit the lighting in the gallery, and now all the pics look like they were taken through a wash of blue Gatorade vomit.
I'll go back this weekend and reshoot.
