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raybearI feel like Jimmy Stewart but with a lost day instead of a lost weekend. I'm definitely glad I took yesterday off, but my timing is off and now I feel today is Tuesday. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing.
Last night I went back to therapy and it was mostly a catch-up session without much down-and-dirty. Then I hung out with De___ where we watched part of the movie "Slam" and then....don't laugh, because I have a good excuse....the premiere of the new season of "The Real World". Now, for the most part, I hate these shows. But sometimes they're great guilty pleasures the same way soap operas are. And I must admire the producers who edit 5 months of material into a 6 hour miniseries that's usually a coherent narrative and sometimes entertaining. But anyway, I watched because it's Real World: Chicago and I love seeing my (honorary) city in movies and on TV. And I'm also watching to see if I know any of the folks in the background. Last night the two queer characters took a cab ride through my neighborhood, and there were two scenes of bizarre window displays which came from a store literally 50 steps away from my apartment. I'm so easily amused. I'm also watching to see if I can catch glimpses of any of the protestors outside their gentrified apartment. My favorite parts of last night: the constant background of the Currency Exchange sign near the apartment and the one character talking about never experiencing an "interracial living experience". Wha? As my friend said, has she ever watched ANY episode of the show?
On the walk home, I was freezing my ass off and had some brief scary moments trying to get to the el. After finally getting home and warming up, I realized I was overreacting some, but I guess it's better to be aware and avoid possible dangerous circumstances. I guess I feel that even though I'm a guy and not as often a target walking down the street late at night, I still feel like I'm a possible prime candidate for a fag-bashing. But on the other hand, even when I was at my absolute butch dykiest, people would still assume I was straight, so perhaps I'm giving folks too much credit. But there's just good-ole fashioned muggings that are always a possibility. And it's not like I have any money to give them, which means I would then become a candidate for getting my ass kicked out of spite. Though perhaps I'm just projecting my middle and high school experiences and making myself overly paranoid. For the most part I don't fear for my safety much on a daily basis, so I'm pretty lucky that way. But it was really cold last night. Of that I am sure (and not just paranoid).
I'm definitely doing the gig on Saturday for the LCCP benefit. I got all buttered up by the woman who said she saw me at Sit-N-Spin and loved my set which is why she was hoping to get me at the last minute. My Ego said, yes, of course, I'd love to donate my time.
Last night I had dreams I can remember the sensation of, but not the content or with any clarity. But I somehow think they were influenced by me watching bad porn yesterday but with the soundtrack substituted with Nas's Stillmatic. I don't think my dream was even sexual...but it somehow relates. I'm just not sure how.
On Monday night I saw a flyer advertising for intro to buddhist meditation sessions on tuesday nights for 6 weeks at the Ann Sather's right across the street from my apartment. I didn't go last night, but I think I'll go next week and see what it's about. Also in the vein of coincidence and synchronicity, I had a weird experience last week where I was at the United ticket counter and the person in front of me left behind the business card of someone I met at the Cultural Center gig but who I never contacted. Damon says it's a sign and I need to contact her. But I'm not so sure. I haven't done a tarot reading in weeks, and I'm feeling very resistent right now. So I'm not sure this is the best time to be contacting a psychic to go for coffee.
Enough rambling. I've been working in between paragraphs, so I think it's taken me 45 minutes to write this.
Last night I went back to therapy and it was mostly a catch-up session without much down-and-dirty. Then I hung out with De___ where we watched part of the movie "Slam" and then....don't laugh, because I have a good excuse....the premiere of the new season of "The Real World". Now, for the most part, I hate these shows. But sometimes they're great guilty pleasures the same way soap operas are. And I must admire the producers who edit 5 months of material into a 6 hour miniseries that's usually a coherent narrative and sometimes entertaining. But anyway, I watched because it's Real World: Chicago and I love seeing my (honorary) city in movies and on TV. And I'm also watching to see if I know any of the folks in the background. Last night the two queer characters took a cab ride through my neighborhood, and there were two scenes of bizarre window displays which came from a store literally 50 steps away from my apartment. I'm so easily amused. I'm also watching to see if I can catch glimpses of any of the protestors outside their gentrified apartment. My favorite parts of last night: the constant background of the Currency Exchange sign near the apartment and the one character talking about never experiencing an "interracial living experience". Wha? As my friend said, has she ever watched ANY episode of the show?
On the walk home, I was freezing my ass off and had some brief scary moments trying to get to the el. After finally getting home and warming up, I realized I was overreacting some, but I guess it's better to be aware and avoid possible dangerous circumstances. I guess I feel that even though I'm a guy and not as often a target walking down the street late at night, I still feel like I'm a possible prime candidate for a fag-bashing. But on the other hand, even when I was at my absolute butch dykiest, people would still assume I was straight, so perhaps I'm giving folks too much credit. But there's just good-ole fashioned muggings that are always a possibility. And it's not like I have any money to give them, which means I would then become a candidate for getting my ass kicked out of spite. Though perhaps I'm just projecting my middle and high school experiences and making myself overly paranoid. For the most part I don't fear for my safety much on a daily basis, so I'm pretty lucky that way. But it was really cold last night. Of that I am sure (and not just paranoid).
I'm definitely doing the gig on Saturday for the LCCP benefit. I got all buttered up by the woman who said she saw me at Sit-N-Spin and loved my set which is why she was hoping to get me at the last minute. My Ego said, yes, of course, I'd love to donate my time.
Last night I had dreams I can remember the sensation of, but not the content or with any clarity. But I somehow think they were influenced by me watching bad porn yesterday but with the soundtrack substituted with Nas's Stillmatic. I don't think my dream was even sexual...but it somehow relates. I'm just not sure how.
On Monday night I saw a flyer advertising for intro to buddhist meditation sessions on tuesday nights for 6 weeks at the Ann Sather's right across the street from my apartment. I didn't go last night, but I think I'll go next week and see what it's about. Also in the vein of coincidence and synchronicity, I had a weird experience last week where I was at the United ticket counter and the person in front of me left behind the business card of someone I met at the Cultural Center gig but who I never contacted. Damon says it's a sign and I need to contact her. But I'm not so sure. I haven't done a tarot reading in weeks, and I'm feeling very resistent right now. So I'm not sure this is the best time to be contacting a psychic to go for coffee.
Enough rambling. I've been working in between paragraphs, so I think it's taken me 45 minutes to write this.
