It is true that individuals spend an inordinate amount of time spouting off about the people they don't like; at least, in this culture, at this time. Amongst my friends, this activity is sometimes out of hand. Beyond the disparaging comments leveled at individuals, which (admittedly) there has been an attempt to curb and discourage lately, to varying degrees of success, there are also the wide-ranging generalizations brought to bear against social groups and minorities. This, perhaps, sounds worse than it is. As we make up a fairly multicultural, mixed-gender, inter-generational, poly-sexual-oriented clique, most of the bases are covered: the "post-modern, self-referential, ironic social commentary" (as it has been coined) has been a hallmark of the last few years, but it's run its course, and we're attempting to put that puppy to bed, as it just doesn't seem to be as funny anymore. As easy as it has been for me to sit around the patio table with a nice, cool...
As I wound down my career as a registered burlesque entertainer, I gave pause to consider what I learned from my time in that dim corridor. 1. The combination of prodigious amounts of steroids and equally prodigious amounts of cocaine, do not a charming fellow make. Intimidating, but not charming. 2. Socks are expendable. 3. Whatever is said while you are undressed, turgid and frottaged against a stranger, is generally more amusing if you imagine it being said by a character in a sitcom. Your choice. 4. No matter what you look like, someone thinks you're the hottest thing they've ever seen. Patron and performer included. 5. Flirtation can be a weapon. 6. Laughter can be permission. 7. Silence is deadly. 8. Money is the dirtiest word of all. Nudity, and lewdity , are permissive; it's monetary greed that's the most offensive, especially if it invades a fantasy. Stripping is fantasy, and when there is disquiet, when there is a PROBLEM, the imaginary quality dissolves, and ...
I feel a little woozy after spending the better part of two hours at the travel agent with Mustardseed, booking our trip to New Zealand. Light headed after finalizing those life changing flights. Thank god for Italy and those beautiful bottles of Ripasso. I can travel a less threatening way: just a little snort, darling; barely a bottle, please. Something to calm my nerves. Better. So much to wrap my head around. So much to plan. It's very exciting. A few days in Hong Kong for the Lantern Festival, then on to a new home. Committed. I'm committed now, with the physical modicum of money. So small and yet so large. I leave Canada on the 8th of February, touch Anchorage, then down in that old bastion of the British Empire, stay a few days, and then on to Auckland. I have no idea when I will return. The next step is a flight to Australia, booked for the 20th of October, 2006. This is not like Paris . I have some money. Not as much as I would like, but then, no one in this blasted s...
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