Please tell me someone got that reference.
August 5, 2009
Back in San Francisco, I cleft my heart and left a sodden, steaming, living half of it wrapped tight in the level gaze of Shaun in stolen afternoons. My sister Babs and the David just arrived, just barely arrived before I had to go to be on time for the EMERGENCY REHEARSAL. Heart spatter like a slug trail to leave the new city and the sure loves; red and vagrant all the way to the airport where they filled me with wheat beer, kissed me, and put me on a late flight into the Gemini city.
Shredder picked me up from the airport even though it was crazy late, drove me to her house and gave me her room. Generosity, you're doin it right.
August 6, 2009
Emergency rehearsal. Get measured for costume. Eat Viatnamese with KelseLee. Go home and be worthless.
August 7, 2009
Morning in the house of Shred is the shit! I wake up in her little fairy loft, surrounded by reminders of someone brave and strong and beautiful, who I love and who has shown me so much kindness. I wake up comfortable and realizing I have nothing to do all day and that’s kind of marvelous, because I can make it into whatever I want.
Then, opening the door, there is Shred with a triple hazelnut latte, all smiles.
In case anyone doesn’t already know this, the act of bringing me coffee in the morning is the fastest, surest way to convince me that I am loved. It says, I understand at least this much, and I love you. Shadangy.
Yesterday was Vau de Vire’s first rehearsal for the tour, it last almost 5 hours and no one seemed to notice. Everyone is all there, 100%, grateful and in shape and wanting very much to earn their keep in the fog of sweat and muscle, of which there is plenty.
August 9, 2009
On their way to the Emerald City, His Insufferable Lordship and Lady A come to walk all over San Francisco for two days. It's my day off so we split a bottle of wine, then the world progressed as usual. Whenever it is that I manage to go home, I will have much magnificence waiting for me there.
August 10, 2009
On her way to a hot date tonight, Shred Money was lookin sexy in a skirt and with her arms full of other options. On her way out, she came into the shower room and goes, "How do ya like THIS?" I look out from the curtain and she pulls up her skirt, I'm expecting her to show me some awesome sex knickers she's bought for the occasion. I'm not expecting her to be wearing a stuffed replica of a huge cock and two tiny balls, made of pantyhose and surrounded by a huge faux fur bush. The shock of the registry only turns into hemorrage-inducing laughter as she happily smoothes her skirt back down. When I can breathe again I ask her, "why would you even HAVE that?"
She gives me a radiant, contented smile as she leaves for the evening. "I made it."
Now that I have a Shred, I wouldn't want to be without one.
That night, I dreamed a male friend of mine was really really flexible. I told him about it. I left out the part where he managed to lick his own balls. I guess I'll know soon enough if he ever reads this blog.
August 12, 2009
Five hours of rehearsal, you're goddamn right it's a beautiful day.