Fun and Witty
Topic: WC - Daily Practice
Last night I wrote a great long funny entry and after I was done internet explorer crashed and I lost the entry. I couldn't find the energy nor focus to do it all over again.

I went to the bar, which I have decided to call Peyton Place. Boy oh boy, what happened to make me start finding out all these juicy details about the goings on of some of the regulars? Oh yes it started with a Piscean kiss. Now I remember. It seems that outing him was no big deal to him. He put on a little heat last night and openly admired my breasts and did the finger slapping thing that a lot of black guys used to do back in the day. At one point all the people he was sitting with were all looking over at me and smiling as he told them whatever he told them. What is this high school?

Is he really going to bug me now because I said the whole situation was traumatic? Of course traumatic wasn't the right word but with a couple drinks you can't always find the right words. It was inappropriate and insulting, actually. Not because he's not a good looking attractive sort but because he's in a relationship and the implication is that he would take advantage of me if given the opportunity.

It's sad that so many people can be in apparently committed relationships and then slut their asses around like free birds. It's sad that so many men think that the offer of a drunken lay is appetizing or adequate. It's sad that being a friend to some men has no value. Oh well. It's material for the Women of the Fold for sure.

I ended up sitting with Capricorn golfer and chatting with him all night. We hit it off like a house on fire. I never said that I didn't get along with Capricorns just that they drive me crazy. ha ha! I really should give them a break shouldn't I? But I won't!
We talked about our dreams and aspirations. We spoke Franglais (seems we're both from Montreal) and we cracked each other up to no end. He reminded me why I do really like going to that bar despite it's decidedly new Peyton Place quality.

I told him about my kiss experience and some of the stuff that I've been finding out and said that I've discovered that I'm a prude but then I reworded it to, "I'm clear on my boundaries." But anyway, I've gone on and on about that shit now haven't I? But I'm still really shocked by it all. Is it just the alcohol or is it more? And doesn't your true nature come out with the help of alcohol?

On a fun note, I'm off for five days. I've got a concert to check out tonight. I'd like to work on some writing and do some house cleaning and get out and have fun. The Toronto Fringe Festival starts on Wednesday and I plan to attend as many plays as I can get my butt to. The Tour de France also starts next Saturday so I've got to slip some viewings in. But my time off is about free music, parks and patios.

EY

Mercury reveals
Topic: WC - Daily Practice
Thursday 6:16pm 28June07

Mercury Retrograde may offer you something like say a kiss but you got to wait things out before all is revealed. I went out last night and although I originally didn't plan on staying the cosmos guided me into staying with a different person buying me a new drink. And the conversations being hellaciously funny. Well, if I've made it this long, I might as well stay and see if the kisser shows up.

I had to figure out how to gain my information without giving up anything or causing a stir. At the right time I asked the right person about his status and much to my surprise found out that he not only has a girlfriend but he's been living with her for several years. The kiss becomes even more WTF than it originally was. No more need for discretion I tell the same right person that so and so tried to french kiss me on Friday. She says, "Oh he's a good kisser."
What? You're married and know that so and so is a good kisser, from experience I would assume. And he lives common law and I'm at least the second person that he's testing his kissing prowess on? WTF and then some.

Maybe I'm a prude but I'm not good with that shit. And what kind of person do you think I am? A couple of drinks and I'll French kiss anyone? Not so much. And as someone who was becoming my friend, why would he try to test some sexual anything when he has nothing good to offer? What kind of friend could he be if he's trying to take advantage of me and he has a woman? Not so nice. The best part is that I was never going to tell anyone but when I found out his info I thought, why worry about his privacy?

Everyone is free to live the lives they want to live but it doesn't mean they are free to involve me in their fuckery. Too funny though to find out such juicy information that I found out last night about some of the people. It always amazes me the information that people will divulge. It makes the place more interesting and me more cautious about my involvements. Mercury Retrogrades revelations!

Nothing has changed
Topic: WC - Daily Practice
Sunday 24June07 12:17pm

Taking a break from the great outdoors to write for a minute or so.
Funny weather this week. It went from scorching hot to pretty frigid and it's back to scorching again today. It's gay pride weekend with the downtown bustling with people and characters and naked bodies. Have I asked before why the naked people are always the ones that shouldn't be naked? Curious.

There's the TD boys in their green speedos that my one male friend wanted to spy. I had to admit that a man in a speedo just doesn't do anything for me. The package always looks inadequate. Who really knows what the before package is supposed to look like except other men perhaps. ha ha! Yeah I said it!

One trannie (tranny?) was squashed into a mermaid outfit with ass crack exposed and cone fleshed boobs exposed. A spectacle indeed.
On a lighter note, I went to see Martha Wash perform on the Wellesley stage. She was excellent. That voice brought the house down and everyone was up and dancing and jumping for "it's rainin' men." It's inspiring when someone sounds so good. That's time and practice and discipline.

My singer friend was disappointed that she didn't do any of that full range screaming when she sang. Being impressed with how rich and strong her voice is wasn't enough for him. He's such a Leo, always wanting way more than what is already fantastic in my books. I realize that when I go to see my singer friend perform and one of his friends critiques him in the same way, that I find it annoying but see that singer friend does the same kind of thing. Are we naturally dissatisfied or unimpressed?

It's still early Mercury Retrograde and the male thing continues. Friday night I went to the bar to hang with Double D and have a coupla drinks. Male, who must remain nameless because more and more people who know me read this and it's too damn easy to figure who's who, makes pass at me. It's surprising. Never ever would have expected it from this one. He's a Pisces! I've never had a Pisces man make such an outwardly blatant pass. Never ever.

Nothing has changed with me. I look exactly the same. It's not like I've lost the 10 or so pounds that I'd like to lose. It's not like my hair has grown or anything. Nothing has changed and I've become weird man magnet. I tell you God has a brilliant sense of humour and is chuckling his/her ass off at the little life of little me. Orchestrating all sorts of fuckery.

I keeping asking what this is supposed to mean being the person that must give meaning to everything. Is it the test of throwing the lesser men (as far as my interest level is concerned) in my path for me to repeatedly say, 'no, I'm waiting for someone special,' just to see if I'll stay true to my word? Especially since I did say in one entry recently that I was embracing my singleness this year and I gave up on the one that I didn't think I'd give up on. But he wore my black ass out.

With feeling like I'm a character in my own novel, it's inspired me to write a lot. Getting substantial work done on White Wishes, Women of the Fold and Dreamweavers. It's all good. When the people in my world are going crazy, I sit down and write. I've got a list of all the scenes I think I want to write for Women of the Fold and Dreamweaver. I choose a scene and try to freeflow a thousand words for each. For White Wishes I've been reading through the pages at a pretty slow rate. Whatever I find really inspires me in a way that makes me say "Yes" is what I either try to flesh out more or I add to the overall notes of the direction I want my novel to go in. It's coming along slowly but I'm feeling excited about my writing and trying to keep a scene or a character as my continued focus rather than trying to figure out what's going on with the men that are appearing in my life. Time will tell, I suppose.

With White Wishes I can't figure out if I should just read it all the way through and not make note of any inspirations that pop up or if I should stop as each little inspiration pops up and write them out. No one writer can tell us how we're supposed to do it. We figure it out as we go along and try different things until it fits. I have to keep reminding myself that whatever I do is the right thing. It's a long process no matter how you go about it.

Cat city is pretty relaxed. I woke up at 2am, scrubbed my eyes trying to figure out which cat was sitting at the window sill staring down at me. It wasn't Picasso, it was Miss Zoe. It seems she does all her sightseeing and exploring while the rest of us sleep. A huge relief to know that she's not really relegated to the corner that she's been in since I brought her home.

I'm supposed to go and meet other gay pride male friend to sit on a patio and drink some Sangria but I could nap. He hasn't called mind you, maybe I could nap UNTIL the phone call. haha! Maybe I can have a nap and dream all the answers to life. Maybe I ...

EY

And the beat goes on
Topic: WC - Daily Practice
Sunday 17June07 10:35am

New developments with the Zoe cat. She let me pick her up and pat her. She cuddled me and let me put her in the window. She's currently chatting up a storm. Probably asking anyone who passes by to rescue her from this multi cat hell.
She gave me a couple kisses and even licked my eyebrow so all will be fine. My three are keeping their distance (snoozing actually). Zelda has checked out the wardrobe where Zoe was hiding and chomped on Zoe's food. ha ha! It takes a Zelda!

One of the blogs I subscribe to "Time to Write" mentioned this email service, "hassle me reminder service" which is worth a look at. Sometimes I need a reminder to keep me on the writing straight and narrow.

Had my marathon phone date with Lolo! Good times! It's so nice to hear a persons voice rather than the email thing. Technology is great but boy it can distance as much as it's supposed to bring us closer.

Anyway, it's another beautiful day and things seem okay with the cats so I feel less obligated to babysit all day. Might as well get outside and enjoy it before it's winter again. ha ha.

There's a wingfest happening. I'm not sure if it's two days or just one and I think Taste of Little Italy is also happening. Of course if all else fails, there's always parking my ass with my writing materials at the park. So many choices, so little time.

EY

A first that needs repeating
Topic: WC - Daily Practice
Saturday 7:37pm 16June07

Yesterday was the first day of Mercury's retrograde and the new moon. I'd almost forgotten about my moon journal.

It was also my friend Jojo's birthday. I went to her place with a bottle of wine and stood sweating up a storm in the kitchen while she boiled two huge pots of water. "At least we'll lose some weight before we eat," I said with optimism.

My mouth dropped open as she grabbed a live lobster out of the sink with tongs and her housemate/best friend Purple cut the elastics off it's claws. My mouth stayed open as the lobster was unceremoniously plunked/plunged into the pot of boiling water. I could have done an Elaine (from Seinfeld) GET OUT when Jojo opened the pot and declared, "Oh he's still fighting"
He's not dead yet?

And no we didn't hear any screams, all seven times that this was done. The only screams heard were mine when Purple made me cut the elastics off the last two lobsters so she could take a picture of us. Too funny.

It's a shitload of work eating a whole lobster, as Purple's boyfriend Thomas discovered. He didn't love it so we happily ate his too! ha! We each ate two lobsters, cracking and pulling and digging and dipping. I'm still burping garlic!

I tell you I could do a repeat performance today, high cholesterol or not. Talk is that we may have to do it New Year's eve. Now that's a way to start a new year!

Happy Birthday JoJo!
I love you and your lobster.
"Give me the winner, I want the winner."

EY