Barry and Lily live!!

So, last May, foxycoxy and I put together a little performance piece, a mix of drag and dance, set to the song "The Last Duet" by Barry Manilow and Lily Tomlin. The act happened only once here in Chicago, at a dance performance, and not many people were able to make it. Then, we got to take the act to Austin and perform at IDKE. Which, most of you weren't there either.

Now, your chance has arrived. Mark your calendar.


Poonies Cabaret Halloween Spooktacular!!
Monday, October 29, 8:00 pm
$5 donation (or pay what you can)

Featuring performances by:
Toybox Theatre
Claire de Lune
J’Sun Howard
Barry Manbelow & Cece Wonder
GayCo.
The Power of Cheer
Blow n’ Go

Poonie’s Cabaret is Links Hall’s venue for improvisation and works in progress. Featuring artists working in many different creative realms - dance, music, contact improvisation, puppetry, performance art, theatre, voguing, freestyle rapping, drag, burlesque, cheerleading, stand-up comedy, etc.

Poonie’s Cabaret was created by Selene Carter and is named in loving memory for Poonie Dodson, a much-loved Chicago dancer/choreographer who died of AIDS in the early 90s. Audience members are asked for a $5 donation. Proceeds from the cabaret go to the Links Hall Duncan Erley Coming Out of the Closet Fund, which is periodically awarded to artists whose work explores the realms of healing, gay activism, and spiritual and sexual transformation. Jyl Fehrenkamp is the host/curator of Poonie’s Cabaret.

Links Hall
3435 N. Sheffield, 2nd floor
Chicago, IL 60657
Telephone: 773.281.0824

One day, the blue one went away.

I slept in this morning, until 8:30 -- unheard of! -- probably because I took benadryl last night for a sinus headache, though also we are back in the featherbed-plus-feather-comforter phase of our bed, which is enormously comfortable and soothing. Despite being groggy and out of sorts, I took cocolola up on her offer for coffee, because I have only seen her in pictures in the last couple months. Then I biked over to foxycoxy's house, but broqued answered the door, which completely confused (but pleased) me. C and I had a meeting, rehearsal, lunch, then I was back on the bike two hours later, headed for home which was unfortunately also straight into a 30 mph wind. It was kinda tough, but it was warm and sunny, so maybe a toss-up. I had to rush around a bit more than I'd like, but I was thinking, days like today are why I'm glad I don't have a 9-5 gig, or rather, why I'm glad some others in my life don't have one either.

In this week's crossword puzzle is the word "ape" with the clue being either mimic or imitate or whichever one they always use, and I remember having a conversation recently about how the only time they ever see or hear that word in that particular context is in crossword puzzles. I can't remember who was saying it though, where and when the conversation took place. My brain is fixated on trying to piece together the memory of the conversation, it is all vague images and feelings, like trying to piece together a dream the next morning.

I just got an e-mail from a guy who was interested in my buying my bike. I had taken down the ad, but we had exchanged a few one-line e-mails about him coming to look at it. Normally they would involve me suggesting a time, and then 24 hours later he'd write back and suggest another time that didn't work for me. Yesterday he asked about seeing it today, so I wrote him right away and said, sorry, I sold it. So just now he wrote back "already? after all that. good grief." After all what? Twelve seconds of e-mailing? Its sort of strange, because when I posted the ad, he initially wanted to come see it right away, even though it was like 10:30 on a Saturday night and for some reason I felt creeped out by having him do that. Now after this recent e-mail, I'm like, aha! My gut instinct is right! Even with just a few lines of typing.

I took my sam-E this morning and I was slightly hyper, but it was not unwieldy. And my appetite has calmed down, I ate totally normal amounts today. I did have a mild anxiety dream during my 15 minute nap before work, but really, that could be any time. No writing done. But also no chest pain, shortness of breath, etc. And that is the Raybear & the Depressionauts report for the day. I am on high alert, so there might be some excessive monitoring going on for a bit.