2003-08-24 - 8:20 p.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Here I am, with a new blahblah friend... a diary. I feel like Anne Frank (well that is an exaggeration I am sure), writing to a diary instead of a real person.
But right now, this is what I need. A place to place my thoughts and daily happenings. Something I can share if I like. An outlet for me.
Just set this up, and will have to write later today when I have time. Off to walk Moosies. Hungry. Cramped shoulders from working on html all afternoon instead of working on my contracts. A bit tired from crazy night at the leatherfag bar.
Now it is later: 3:14 am to be exact. I am so tired, and havent gotten half the work done today that I wanted to. It is not so good that I decided I had ample time to finish my sketches before deadline on Tues. Because now i spent the whole bloody day working on my website, and now this diary membership... "what is my fave bands?...what is my fave movies?" all that soooo important stuff.
What a weekend. I am feeling good about it. I did a performance on Friday night for Attitudes. ca. And I was positively inspired by the fetishwear fashion show by Jade that same night. Very nice to feel like a fellow performer instead of a bar patron.
Saturday, got quite a lot of work done on my sketches: enough so that I felt comfortable going out at midnight. I ended up dressed up butchy in leather at L'Aigle Noir, one of our local leatherboy bars. The only pussy in the place, as they say. It felt good to be behind the scenes, watching gay porn and fireplay in the company of gay men. I do wish there was a similar women's space. Dream on.
I also made a date for this coming week to check out the possibility of a gig with R to sing while he plays piano. Mostly ragtime, and hits like "hello Dolly"... I look forward to our goofy collaboration. I must stay in the "just for fun" mode, instead of self-conscious stagefright! Creativity vs shy stiltedness. So few people who see me now could imagine how I used to be.
Self-conscious and painfully shy. Scared that my clothes were wrong, my hair was wrong, my words, voice, gestures, thoughts, jokes, plain just me... were WRONG.>
I still have remnants of that, but it is less on the surface. Less all-invasive. Sometimes perhaps I have overcompensated with a devil-may-care, rush-in-where-the-angels-fear-to-tread insouciance. But it is much more comfortable to live with others circumscribing my actions than myself! Yay!
Forward and onward. Perhaps this breakup will not be the huge emotional and energy setback that I feared it would be. I am getting older, and perhaps incredibly, wiser. If such a word could be applied to such a one as me.
Well, that is it for now. I could write about the people I met, the hopes I have, the options that I want to explore, the raccoon I saw tonight. But I am tired tired tired, and must fax off the sketches I HAVE done, and be ready to REALLY work tomorrow. A weekday. The world's workday.
gnite LtheW, sleep tight!
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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