Revisiting slow dancing...

It has been intersting trying to slow dance with as many people as possible in this city. I have had some of the most amazing intimate and wonderful junior high moments with strangers and best friends. I have also had people pull away shortly after we start and say "I can't do this. It is too weird. I do not want to remember slow dancing and that part of my life." I respect both. But I realize it is a good issue to bring out a very honest response and feeling from people. And well. We all have our issues and that has to be respected.

I slpt for very few hours last night. i drank very delivious sopanish wine with Susannah and alex while making home movies and playing dominos. There was also the most delicious home made mac and cheese I have had in a while. Susannah is awesome though and Alex was a trooper for hanging out reven though he was the only sober one.

My friend David sent uus a text at some point with the following statement:

"Bush is whispering sweet nothings in our ear. Should we let him fuck us?"

i try to keep this blog un political but since the email was about fucking I will allow it.

Tonight was a byust for crushes. beautiful eyes and such everywhere, but I was tired and had little or no interest in finding what I went out for. So dammit! I will crawl into bed and sleep.

Boring yes, but So very necessary.

heart,
Jeffrey

Simplicity please...

Sometimes things are a lot simpler then you let them be. Thought and emotion muddy water that wasn't all that clear before. Connection, attachment and love may be more with an idea of what I person could be more then the person themself.

It does not snow here often. And when it does it usually thaws by morning. Fort the past week it has been cold enought that when the snow fel, it sayed. The air is dry crisp air make this city smell clean again. And it takes a commitment to go anywhere because you have to bundle up. Though the snow strike terror into the heart of this entire city's population, I look forward to it. I look forward to the numb fingers and the excuse the wear a scarf. These winter activities remind me of the best snow days of my childhood. I think about investing in a snow machine. For when nostalgia or loneliness stikes i would just cover the steepest street with snow.

I keep sledding long after the snow melts.

Laundry day is a very dangerous day

Tonight I remembered why doing laundry is fun. I have this large set of cloths that I never wear. That is, until laundry day. but tonight. I bandrished my swimtrunks and tall red socks scarf and cowboy hat to jike oup to the thrid foor fo my apartment building to do one out of the three loads of laundry I intended to do. WTF. I am pissed cause it is getting to desperate time. One more day and I am throwing out the old wardrobe and starting anew. How does this fit into Crush of the Week. I met her on the top floor and she was also dressed in the most outlandish outfit. We were laundry soulmates. She was cute and we talked for a bit. Supercool. She is now the 3rd person I have met in this complex of many. Most of them bitchy gay men from what I can tell. Anyways... When I get my laundry done I will go for a walk and maybe see what cuteness is about town.

Last night I performed at the Crocodile 2 Velvet Undergound songs. The audience was filled with cute women for some reason. Not the least of which were my friends Holly, Claudia and Shannon. And when I sang a soft Mo Tucker song, I heard more then a few "awes". the situation in its entirety was adorable. As the night wore on, Claudia and Holly and I jumped into a cab and absconded to the Hill where we, each one of us retired to our respective vices. sleep, root beer, facial creams and pirate literature.

Heart,
Jeffrey

Evolutionary Romanticism.

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How does it feel to be loved?

When he is concentrated, I know he is ready and his intentions are clear. When he is in love. He is a mess.