Discovering more than lint while navel gazing
Hectic and challenging times at work have kept me off here, as my primary posting time is usually during the day. That, and there has been little to nothing going on in my life that is worth noting at the moment in a forum such as this. That said, the hurdles have been jumped at work for the moment, and I have time to squander on the likes of you. Yes, you. Pay attention.
Vacation time is slowly approaching, and our visit to Bear Week in Provincetown is almost here. It will be odd being there, as it will be the first time since we sold the house. Even stranger is that we will be staying in the place we sold - complicated story, but the week was reserved to us prior to sale. We will be staying in our old place, with all new furniture and a new kitchen, and a revamped back yard. I sincerely hope it won't be too depressing. We had planned to back this up by spending a week on Fire Island in August, but lazy NYC area faggots can't be bothered to respond in a timely manner to contracts to rent their places for $3600 a week, so other plans are being made. The hubby just booked a week by himself in England to visit family members. This leaves me with a week of vacation on my own, and honestly I haven't the faintest idea of what to do with it. I should go somewhere, but I don't know where and don't have a fortune to spend.
Any grand ideas for the budget traveler would be appreciated.
I saw the oddest thing on the subway late last night. There was a man standing near me as I sat, a handsome, handsome young guy (about 30), great body, striking face. Without making a scene, he was standing there thinking, shaking his head, quietly laughing, and occasionally wiping a tear from his eye. Clearly something had just happened to him that was upsetting in a "ok, life, now what are you doing to me?" sort of way. Honestly, it was rather compelling, and I couldn't help but watch the different emotions play across his face (though I did it with discretion. I didn't want to be totally creepy).
The subway is awesome for people watching. There was also a crowd of twenty-something women, who had clearly decided it would be fun to spend a night out on the town in the company of their mothers (the family resemblances were clear). Sadly, a few of the mothers were dressed more "Mademoiselle Magazine" than their daughters, and despite having the right figures for it the result was really rather sad. The two mothers who were dressed in a fun, summer kind of way but yet more age appropriate were really quite attractive. The others just looked cheap.
I always wonder how I look to others on the subway. A middle-aged man, not so fashionably dressed, sitting there with his book or just staring off. Do they look at me and think "I would be embarrassed to be seen in public dressed like that?" Or do they look at me and think "Ugh, another aging homosexual?" There was also a younger gay couple opposite me. They were quite attractive, but had that "love and crystal meth brought us together" sort of look. No doubt to them I looked quite boring and uptight.
It would be amazing to be able to see oneself clearly through another pair of eyes, just once. Though it might be disturbing. The filters through which we all observe each other are subjective but all powerful. What is reality?
Ah, but the weekend is nearly here. My gardens are all planted for the summer (aside from my potatoes, which are going in this weekend). Some plans are made. There has been some naughty time. I really have no grounds for complaint. And I'm not. Just having one of those "stare into one's own navel" sort of weeks.
There better be eye candy at the gym. And I hope I am still able to be someone else's gym candy. That would be awesome.
Vacation time is slowly approaching, and our visit to Bear Week in Provincetown is almost here. It will be odd being there, as it will be the first time since we sold the house. Even stranger is that we will be staying in the place we sold - complicated story, but the week was reserved to us prior to sale. We will be staying in our old place, with all new furniture and a new kitchen, and a revamped back yard. I sincerely hope it won't be too depressing. We had planned to back this up by spending a week on Fire Island in August, but lazy NYC area faggots can't be bothered to respond in a timely manner to contracts to rent their places for $3600 a week, so other plans are being made. The hubby just booked a week by himself in England to visit family members. This leaves me with a week of vacation on my own, and honestly I haven't the faintest idea of what to do with it. I should go somewhere, but I don't know where and don't have a fortune to spend.
Any grand ideas for the budget traveler would be appreciated.
I saw the oddest thing on the subway late last night. There was a man standing near me as I sat, a handsome, handsome young guy (about 30), great body, striking face. Without making a scene, he was standing there thinking, shaking his head, quietly laughing, and occasionally wiping a tear from his eye. Clearly something had just happened to him that was upsetting in a "ok, life, now what are you doing to me?" sort of way. Honestly, it was rather compelling, and I couldn't help but watch the different emotions play across his face (though I did it with discretion. I didn't want to be totally creepy).
The subway is awesome for people watching. There was also a crowd of twenty-something women, who had clearly decided it would be fun to spend a night out on the town in the company of their mothers (the family resemblances were clear). Sadly, a few of the mothers were dressed more "Mademoiselle Magazine" than their daughters, and despite having the right figures for it the result was really rather sad. The two mothers who were dressed in a fun, summer kind of way but yet more age appropriate were really quite attractive. The others just looked cheap.
I always wonder how I look to others on the subway. A middle-aged man, not so fashionably dressed, sitting there with his book or just staring off. Do they look at me and think "I would be embarrassed to be seen in public dressed like that?" Or do they look at me and think "Ugh, another aging homosexual?" There was also a younger gay couple opposite me. They were quite attractive, but had that "love and crystal meth brought us together" sort of look. No doubt to them I looked quite boring and uptight.
It would be amazing to be able to see oneself clearly through another pair of eyes, just once. Though it might be disturbing. The filters through which we all observe each other are subjective but all powerful. What is reality?
Ah, but the weekend is nearly here. My gardens are all planted for the summer (aside from my potatoes, which are going in this weekend). Some plans are made. There has been some naughty time. I really have no grounds for complaint. And I'm not. Just having one of those "stare into one's own navel" sort of weeks.
There better be eye candy at the gym. And I hope I am still able to be someone else's gym candy. That would be awesome.