Oh, wow.
Two months ago, I was astounded that I hadn't collapsed yet, and now, I'll calmly report that I am, somehow, still going. I say calmly, which is to say, not having freaked out just yet, but am in full view, or at least posessing the possibility of doing so. I'm past the point of even panting about it anymore. And that it's in full view, might be assurance against it. On envisage un change.
I just want to sit still and think hard about what I've done. I'd runaway to Wales; why, I don't know.
My triumphant return was followed by a week or so of vaguely panicked unemployment. I was hired instantly after writing a rather balsy letter in response to a Craigslist ad and have since been selling sandwiches that are worth more than I am per hour. The place is staffed with all sorts of cool kids, with the exception of one who seems to run things, who behaves much like a spoiled 14 year old girl. This is particularly annoying in the guise of a 40-something gay man.
Had a fantastic housewarming, in great company, SG, Fringe and Theatre types alike. Born, Nathan and I can only imagine what it would've been like had it not rained, and so we may very well have to do it again.
Immediately after the festivities, I began work on The New Classical Theatre Festival's Gross Indecency: The Three Trials of Oscar Wilde which features a mostly male cast (rare, these days.) and a very well writen script ("There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.") based on the writings of and about the Gentleman, as well as the court transcripts and news articles of the time. It's well-put together 19th century court-room drama, featuring originally composed music, a consistant and talented cast and the best set I've seen at Mainline (3997 St. Laurent) which has been looking better and better all summer.
And now, I have to go there.
Lata!
Two months ago, I was astounded that I hadn't collapsed yet, and now, I'll calmly report that I am, somehow, still going. I say calmly, which is to say, not having freaked out just yet, but am in full view, or at least posessing the possibility of doing so. I'm past the point of even panting about it anymore. And that it's in full view, might be assurance against it. On envisage un change.
I just want to sit still and think hard about what I've done. I'd runaway to Wales; why, I don't know.
My triumphant return was followed by a week or so of vaguely panicked unemployment. I was hired instantly after writing a rather balsy letter in response to a Craigslist ad and have since been selling sandwiches that are worth more than I am per hour. The place is staffed with all sorts of cool kids, with the exception of one who seems to run things, who behaves much like a spoiled 14 year old girl. This is particularly annoying in the guise of a 40-something gay man.
Had a fantastic housewarming, in great company, SG, Fringe and Theatre types alike. Born, Nathan and I can only imagine what it would've been like had it not rained, and so we may very well have to do it again.
Immediately after the festivities, I began work on The New Classical Theatre Festival's Gross Indecency: The Three Trials of Oscar Wilde which features a mostly male cast (rare, these days.) and a very well writen script ("There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.") based on the writings of and about the Gentleman, as well as the court transcripts and news articles of the time. It's well-put together 19th century court-room drama, featuring originally composed music, a consistant and talented cast and the best set I've seen at Mainline (3997 St. Laurent) which has been looking better and better all summer.
And now, I have to go there.
Lata!
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As for the Ethical Slut, I have a copy that I haven't had time to read all the way through, which was part of my thinking on the issue. That and I'm sick of jerkboys telling me what I'm allowed to want or feel because they think that being in a relationship with me equals ownership. Like you said, relationships aren't mono-ships, necessarily. And hell, you have to work to MAKE them mono-ships, if that's what you want. I've been kind of going back and forth on the issue of mono vs. poly, but ultimately, I think that if you really love someone, you won't try to limit the ways in which they love YOU. But I can understand why people want to be loved in the ways they love others; it feels safer when you think you feel the same way. In the end, though, there's no such thing as "safe" when it comes to emotions.
Oh my god, I'm starting to sound like my hippie-ass Haligonian friend Nick.
Anyways, this new dude and I haven't had The Talk yet, so I'm gonna sit him down tonight and try to figure it out.
Making a lasagna for Plinksgiving, which will be a testosterone-fuelled event, to contrast with last night's lady-fest. I wonder if bringing a boyfriend is a bad idea? Too late now!