on the other side (the east side)
I just finished watching Emma, which I think I've seen before but don't remember, and I'm very sad. I should have watched that first and GAY sex in the 70s afterwards, but I wasn't thinking in terms of emotional preservation.
When I watch these kind of romantic comedies set back in romantic eras, I always think of the way I thought about life as a young teen. I was so wistful and hopelessly romantic, very optimistic and willing. Oh, the beautiful naivite of my life before Michael Kohl and then others. It's almost as if I somehow thought that I would grow up and find a place still as charming and elegent as it was back in the day where some wonderful solid gentleman could sweep me off my dainty graceful feet. Apparently, it doesn't work out this way. And although I've known this for quite some time, it continues to shock me when I compare my fantasies of how life would be to how my life is now.
I woke up, cleaned the apartment, and then spent the day with MJ. We went across town to the Guggenheim where we saw some beautiful art. I was particularly moved by one piece by Picasso (how unexpected) called "Fernande with a Black Mantilla". There were others, also, by Paul Klee, Naum Gabo, and Walid Raad that I liked a lot. The Guggenheim itself is beautiful (props to Frank Lloyd, holler!), and one can be inspired just by the space itself, let alone the abundance of art. Art is sexy. Definately a turn-on. After the Guggenheim we went to Union Square, ate lunch at the Blue Water Grill (yum), and split briefly to do some needed shopping (I for knee pads - 30 minutes of knee work a day at Graham is just not healthy for the poor skin over my knees, and MJ for underwear for his boyfriend). We returned home, and I gave MJ the keys so he could go out and have been trapped at home, having no alternate set. Hence the viewing of two movies. I've been too tired for reading, I'd surely fall asleep. Today was the first day that I was able to do something that I wanted to do. $15.00 for the museum, $$ for food, and aprox. $20 for the knee pads. It's almost sad that I now consider this splurging. I even went into La Perla just to tease myself because I so desperately want to get some beautiful delicate lingerie. Ofcourse I just went in for a minute. So beautiful... SO EXPENSIVE. Victoria'a Secret lingerie just isn't my style right now. I don't know what's up with fashion, actually. I don't like anything in any of the stores I could *maybe* afford clothes from.
When I watch these kind of romantic comedies set back in romantic eras, I always think of the way I thought about life as a young teen. I was so wistful and hopelessly romantic, very optimistic and willing. Oh, the beautiful naivite of my life before Michael Kohl and then others. It's almost as if I somehow thought that I would grow up and find a place still as charming and elegent as it was back in the day where some wonderful solid gentleman could sweep me off my dainty graceful feet. Apparently, it doesn't work out this way. And although I've known this for quite some time, it continues to shock me when I compare my fantasies of how life would be to how my life is now.
I woke up, cleaned the apartment, and then spent the day with MJ. We went across town to the Guggenheim where we saw some beautiful art. I was particularly moved by one piece by Picasso (how unexpected) called "Fernande with a Black Mantilla". There were others, also, by Paul Klee, Naum Gabo, and Walid Raad that I liked a lot. The Guggenheim itself is beautiful (props to Frank Lloyd, holler!), and one can be inspired just by the space itself, let alone the abundance of art. Art is sexy. Definately a turn-on. After the Guggenheim we went to Union Square, ate lunch at the Blue Water Grill (yum), and split briefly to do some needed shopping (I for knee pads - 30 minutes of knee work a day at Graham is just not healthy for the poor skin over my knees, and MJ for underwear for his boyfriend). We returned home, and I gave MJ the keys so he could go out and have been trapped at home, having no alternate set. Hence the viewing of two movies. I've been too tired for reading, I'd surely fall asleep. Today was the first day that I was able to do something that I wanted to do. $15.00 for the museum, $$ for food, and aprox. $20 for the knee pads. It's almost sad that I now consider this splurging. I even went into La Perla just to tease myself because I so desperately want to get some beautiful delicate lingerie. Ofcourse I just went in for a minute. So beautiful... SO EXPENSIVE. Victoria'a Secret lingerie just isn't my style right now. I don't know what's up with fashion, actually. I don't like anything in any of the stores I could *maybe* afford clothes from.