Reese and I just watched Tarkan Versus the Vikings. I had wanted to watch The Deathless Devils, the other feature from the golden age of Turkish cinema that I presented to Reese as one of tonight’s viewing options. (Mainly I wanted to see it because the star’s given name was “Kunt.” Is that common in Turkey?) It really bugs me that The Earrings of Madame d’ isn’t available on DVD, and Tarkan Versus the Vikings is. Imagine a Ray Harryhausen epic without Ray Harryhausen and a 70’s Hong Kong action flick with lots of nudity and a man-eating giant octopus and you’ll get an idea of our evening’s entertainment. I try to make Fridays with Reese intellectually stimulating, or at least culturally expansive.
BC is at home, away from his little Chrissy. We’re spending a few days apart to contemplate the possibility of a future beyond being “boyfriends,” which we’ve been on and off for millenia now. I really hate sleeping alone, and I really hate sleeping without my Big Chrissy, but the time to myself has been good. Being apart has brought into focus how really connected we have become, if not how inadequately insulated my house is.