The Lady of the Sea
So ok, I did somethin stupid which resulted in wiping the entry i was in the middle of writing, so i now have to fucking write it all over it again....FUCK!!!!!
But as I was saying in the original entry, the day started quiet as compared to yesterday. True that i went out for a run, but even that began slowly and only grew in momentum as i was in the process of running, and then kind of stopped when i stopped. I guess it was because yesterday i had very solid plans - which yielded quite good results, mainly that i sat at a desk at fisher library for 4 hours gawking at ancient greek (as i said previously NERD BURGER!!!)
Today was a day of total randomness. Whilst in the back of my head i had wanted to do some more greek as i still have more to prepare for tomorrow, looking at the time i doubt i will do any now. But the dynamic was completely different today as to yesterday. That then was exacerbated by my meeting with Kate.
Glorious beautiful Greek crazy Kate. I love her. She is my Aphrodite my lady of the Sea (the greek goddess of sex and beauty who was born from the sea foam). Whilst Kate was her typically erratic self, the nature from which her erractic-ness spawned was different today, and it wasnt at all pleasant. Some random fucking junkie from coogee broke into her car last night and stole some really personal stuff of her (like her poetry book). Though she was holding up pretty well, she was still very much cut up about it....
..So after numerous detours in newtown, coogee, and bronte, we finally made it to the beach at Bronte. The Sea was completely unpredictable, with the waves coming from all directions and crashing with incredible force. It very much mirrored poor kate's mood, my dear lady of the sea. But the beach was good though. Recently i have been craving the sea quite a lto. I've been needing it to just realise myself from emotional shit, symbolically its a great why of getting rid of baggage (for me at least).
But whenever im out with Kate i become invisible. Kate is one of the most beautiful girls i know. She has no inhibitions and is so confident she excudes feminine sexuality at its fullest. Its only natural that men should look at her. I love watching people watch her. I always think to myself what they must be thinking about her, and me, considering that we get up to really random shit every time we go out together. Also i think as a gay man i get off from the fact that she is mine and that other men (that actually desire her) cant go near her because she is with me. But i dont desire her. Its sick i know but i love the power it gives me. Because i can touch her and feign sexual interest which in turn makes the stupid heteros envious, and there is nothing more that i love is to make stupid hetero men envious...they really are like dogs...its hilarious.
After our bathe at Bronte we drove to Leichhardt for some 'good vibes' as kate proclaimed from 'that bookstore.' I have decided i prefer the greek populace over the Italian populace. The Italians are too in you face with their...ways i guess. Their hair, language etc, it all comes off as pompous performance. The Greek people whilst guilty of the things i have mentioned have a humility about them that i have yet to see in Italians (i am soo aware that i could be knifed for saying this, but this is my space and those that dont like it...well dont read it. Im also aware that i am being a total traitor to my cultural roots being half Italian myself...neh). That and also that kate and i got major attitude as we walked up and down Norton st and especially from the 'dick slap' (another doosie from the vocab of Kate) that made our pizza...Now im a firm believer that the food one makes becomes infused with the emotions of the maker at the time. And the pizza was definitely filled with the anger and attitude of the ugly fucker who made it...resulting in my strange mood now.
I guess i am tired as the sea really took it out of me....tomorrow another full day of ancient Greek!
Yey