I used to think that “prof” in the personal ads meant “professor.” I was inconsolable when I discovered that there weren’t all these single professors waiting to take me on as their student of love. I also thought that “ltr” meant “loving tender relationship.” “I’m looking for a loving tender relationship,” I’d tell guys who’d ask me what I was looking for. No one corrected me. Perhaps they thought they were wrong?
Anyway, I was in Florida last week, for my niece’s wedding. Her dad’s brother, who refers to his lover of 20 years as his “roommate” was there, and it was great bonding with him as an adult gay male, having not seen him since I was about 9 years old and he was in high school. His “roommate” wasn’t there, but he sounds really wild, like wild like gay guys in San Francisco used to be. The wild ones are now in the boonies, and metropolitan life pales to the wonderful strangeness made accessible by the internet. It rained a lot while I was there, and I only got one day in at the beach, my tanline only a slight crease across my thigh.
Several little blips on the Date-ar, but nothing worth mentioning. I’m working away on my project for October, not getting out too much, just dining with friends and watching movies, and museum shows and galleries, trying to sell some work and doing lots of gardening to finance all this stuff. Just one more piece to go for the show, but it’s the big one, with twenty 30″ square images. It should be completed by the end of summer, and I’ll post some updates as they materialize. I do think of you all often, and fondly. Next year I’m going to sit on my butt and write koans about knuckle hair.
My wisteria’s in bloom, the roses are just opening, my house is going to be painted next week and I’m about $5,000 short. My Spring Studio Sale is still going on, cats and kittens–help feed the children, I mean, paint the Coco Shack!