Saturday, February 28, 2015

February

For the last few years I've written almost daily in February. This time I took it off to go live life.


This was a good decision. 

So many stories to tell! 

Among other things I have exploding dildos, plays, dance, art, and a visit to New York from my lady love. 

There is caviar and lavender confit in there somewhere too. 

So, there are stories.

Monday, February 02, 2015

Out, Out

To prepare for the Shakespeare party we were both a set of characters. Mine was not memorizing lines, but simply content with being who I am. Skull dress and all. Hellion was going as young Hamlet, and for himself, as at ticket to the party, he was memorizing was oft-quoted soliloquy to reality which I listened to and commented on as he studied.

“What am I doing in this skull dress, though, what do I represent, how is this Shakespearean?”

“Shakespeare has a lot of death in it.”

I thought about that and as the Demon Child worked on his lines it came to me.

So I donned the skull dress and found a long, lengthy red sash that I had tucked in my closet for no real purpose and tied it about the waist of the dress.

“What do you think?”

“It looks nice.”

“No, I’m Lady Macbeth. Out, out, damned spot and all that.”

“I think it works!”

I think it worked, too.

We hit the trains and hit the party and I was finally inducted a bit into at least a part of the art scene in New York City. As I need communities to feel grounded as a general rule, I was happy to at least get a toe in the water of this particular community.


Sunday, February 01, 2015

New Years Eve in One Act

After Patti Smith I really needed plans for the New Year proper. I didn’t want to set a bad precedent by spending it alone. Last year I had counted down in bed with my lady love, and I certainly had a full and wonderful year because of it. So this was my mission. I would not spend this time alone. I needed something to do.

So I asked Hellion.

“I’m going to a Shakespeare party at one of the theaters I work with.”

“Oh, do you think you could bring a plus one?”

“I could ask.”

He asked and got permission and I felt all set.

“So, I have to go to Philly for work.”

Oh.

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Work is important.”

Selfish me was mostly pissed about my New Year’s plans. I started looking at boats and fireworks as a backup. I hated this backup plan.

“I’m not going to Philly; they found someone taller.”

“Oh.”

“So, I’m going to the Shakespeare party.”

“Okay.”

“You still want to come?”

“Yes!”

I started trying to decide what to wear.

“Is it Shakespeare themed, like should I go in character?”

“I think people will be in character.”

“Okay.”

I started thinking about it.

“Okay, I just got an emergency call, the taller dude can’t do it, so I’m going to Philly.”

At this point I wanted to throw Hellion off a cliff.

“Okay.”

This time I started looking up events that might include cocktails and wine, with a low overhead and drinking all night. Nothing was happening that I was really interested and I was getting ready to default to the New Year’s party at the Powder room. At least it would be a kinky good time.

“Okay, I’m on my way to your place.”

“What?”

“Taller guy is back on, I’m out, I’m coming to your place so we can go to the party.”

I’m going to kill you.

“That’s great. I don’t know what to wear.”

“Wear the skull dress.”

Good choice.

“All right, I’ll see you in a bit.”

And so it was that I had plans for New Year’s Eve finally, at roughly the last minute before New Year’s Eve.

“Want to go to the Powder party after?”

“Indeed.”

Fin.