I could have a show. I've spent much of themorning since waking deluding myself that I could get away with being a Rennie. I'd hate it just as much as I'd love it, because I'd be broke most of my life, and I'd start to lose interest in Faire once men start to lose interest in me probably (because I am an attention whore and dear gods the loads of
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And the sex isn't free. Oh, you don't have to pay money, but you pay in drama. A friend of mine stopped over on her way to the next show after TRF. She related how she'd hooked up with the guy who worked the booth next to hers, and had to deal with his BOSS who liked him, as well as the psycho ex-girlfriend. There is no privacy, everyone will know who you're sleeping with, and when. Taanstafl.
Oh, and one more thing. My friend who stayed over that night? Her comment: "Oh my god, I love your apartment. It's warm!"
You don't really want to go on the road, and you don't really want to leave Robert. You just want your freedom, at least how you define it.
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And I'm Quite aware of the drama that sex can generate at faire. And the drama that anything can generate (dear gods! it's frightening).
Yes, I'd get week-work, but I'd hate it--I know that much. The vast majority of people who'd hire temps are restaurants and retail, both of which I detest.
I'd follow Craig of Farrington's policy of "No Snow Never," trying to stay warm whenever I can.
I know I'd hate it, about as much as I'd love it. I doubt I'd even last a year. And I do want to go on the road--don't think it'd last long though. Maybe longer if I were with someone, but selecting a person to do all that with would be hellish. No, I can't see it working.
But damn it's tempting.
Thank you!
~Yvenna
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-Elvis "Follow that Dream"
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