Touching. You're a keen observer. I know well the feeling of being an observer/participant, much more comfortable with observing than participating. In a single year, in my early 20's, I met three people in bars - in NOLA, London, and NYC. They were all from California (where I lived) and two were named Mark the third was Mike. (There was something slightly off with Mike.) It was as if I were being shoe-horned by the Universe. Liberation came when I re-wrote my internal stone tablets and risked being vulnerable by just being me. It was as if I had been wearing shoes two sizes too small because it felt so good when I took them off. Sometimes context transcends content. An element of your year you captured masterfully in this piece.
Not to be dramatic, but that woman at Marie’s? Jail. One thousand years.
Touching. You're a keen observer. I know well the feeling of being an observer/participant, much more comfortable with observing than participating. In a single year, in my early 20's, I met three people in bars - in NOLA, London, and NYC. They were all from California (where I lived) and two were named Mark the third was Mike. (There was something slightly off with Mike.) It was as if I were being shoe-horned by the Universe. Liberation came when I re-wrote my internal stone tablets and risked being vulnerable by just being me. It was as if I had been wearing shoes two sizes too small because it felt so good when I took them off. Sometimes context transcends content. An element of your year you captured masterfully in this piece.
Great stories! But go to Flaming Saddles if you really want to overly friendly straight people in a gay bar!
Beautiful piece.
Just like a Catholic to find wonder in the wounds.