I
AM Corybantic
pg.4
Sunday we had dim sum and then hit
up the Farmer’s Market in Hillcrest! Sunshine,
people all about, and wonderful colors and things
to look at! I love it all. A relaxing afternoon,
and then dinner at El Zarape. Quick, in-and-out,
and yet plenty of time for my car to be towed.
That’s right, my car was towed. I should
have paid attention to the signs, so I was only
pissed at myself when I discovered another car
in the spot where I had parked mine.
Yes, deus ex machina! Another tow-truck
appeared to tow the car that took my spot, and
I talked the young man into giving me a lift to
the tow yard. He helped me save a LOT of hassle.
M.s. and his mother walked to get coffee while
I went about my adventure of the evening. As tow-man
#2 was filling out my paperwork (another blessing,
because tow-man #1 called him and asked him to
stay and wait for our arrival), I couldn’t
help but balk at the charges. “You do realize
that I am getting FUCKED in the ASS by this, don’t
you?” My voice was slightly raised, but
more in incredulity than anger. He felt bad, and
I realized it’s just his job, so I backed
down. I sucked it up, thanked the universe that
it was so quick and easy, bent over and handed
over the lube (in the form of my credit card)
to take mine.
Shit happens, and I learned an expensive
lesson. But all is not lost! We finished up the
night with a funny movie, and overall, I think
My love’s mother had a fabulous visit. And,
I think she likes me. But really, people... how
could she not?
Reptilian Desires –
19 March 2003
I want to walk barefoot on the grass.
I want to press my cheek against
the warm concrete of a sidewalk, just as the sun
begins to disappear over the horizon.
I want to lay back, smile and sigh.
I think I might just do that… right now.
But it’s going to be hard
to pull off the sidewalk thing, what with people
all around… why do I care? I’m going
to do it. The last time I felt warm concrete on
my face I was a child, laying in the driveway
of my house, loving the heat that the man-made
rock-ground gave to my goose-bumpy arms. I remember
wishing I could have every part of me touch it
at the same time.
I guess that’s the dragon
in me.Word Processing and Sex Toys – 26
& 27 November 2002
Shit, I just made the mistake of
glancing to my right – glimpse of dictator,
just waiting for my thumb to slide the
knob into the perfect red circle so that it can
hold my voice, answering silly and redundant questions
in legalese, just long enough to play back for
the lovely woman who will type my words. You know,
I insist on doing the typing, I ENJOY the typing.
But, because it’s so much faster for everyone
else to dictate, it’s assumed that this
would also be the best method for me. It’s
a damned good thing I like the sound of my own
voice, and an even better thing that our lovely
word processor doesn’t mind my ridiculous
anecdotes between memos and letters. I do it for
the knowing look in her eyes when my finished
documents are delivered. Ah, the simple things
in life.
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