I'm an Aquarius and I can't help it, so shoot me. |
K |
But we all need time for our quirky little personal habits. Mine is checking my email, though doing so doesn't change the colour of my kisses. Still, I feel guilty in this situation to be diverting attention to anything so cold and ordinary as a computer. And then I feel resentful about feeling guilty. I become cranky, and start hating this whole new situation I find myself in. I'm told I should enjoy the attention and the slavery of sexual relationships, but the truth is I don't. Unless I'm given a ludicrously generous allotment of time alone, I become a horrible person.
It's important to note that none of these "feelings" which I get from my lover in a relationship are ever explicitly mentioned. It's possible they exist only in my mind, though I suspect that they're in the minds of everyone raised in our particular culture. Whatever, it makes no difference. They affect me the same, and they destroy a part of me that needs to exist in order for me to be happy. As happy as I have been without a lover, without intimacy, any change in my life will probably have ramifications that make me less happy in some corners of my psychology. I think I can deal with loneliness; I certainly have a lot of experience dealing with it. The slavery of commitment, on the other hand, seems to me to be too great a burden to bear.
I ordered a large deep pan pizza from Dominos and Kelly and I shared it while watching a marvelously wholesome old teevee western. There was no sex, but there sure was a lot of violence. And the Indians were uniformly bad. I have an appreciation for the kitschy polarities to be found in old formula movies.
I was left with a familiar uncomfortable tingling in my belly, the kind that always comes with these sad little conversations. But I also felt suddenly liberated. I went downstairs, where Matthew Hart and Angela were hanging out with a guy from Richmond named Nicholas.
I |
When Matthew and I discussed the sudden turn of events with Kelly, he didn't understand my thinking at all. He said he always likes to "have a chick around." The difference is that the feeling of being possessed is something he actually craves.
A |
Once we got into the house, quieted the enthusiastically barking dogs, and been introduced to Claire (a vaguely hippie chick with a subtle enchanting high-class English accent), I could get a sense of the sheer opulence of the place. It had a high vaulted ceiling, wooden grills on the floor heater vents, and a big fire place in the center of it all, connected to the ceiling by a thick black iron pipe. The girls (Angela, Deya and Claire) all sat in the fire place when they smoked their cigarettes. Around the great center hall were lots of little rooms crammed with top-of-the-line consumer electronics.
Several people went outside to jump on a trampoline, but I stayed inside to avoid the evening's chill. After drinking a few Budweisers, I covered myself with insulatory pillows and passed out. I found out later that my lovely chums had put sour gummy worms in my nostrils as I lay there.
At a certain point, Angela jerked me to my feet, flung me into a bed, removed my boots and wished me good night. I think she thought I was extremely drunk, but by this point I'd sobered up. I had to share the bed with Nicholas the Human.
Get a sense of what I was like exactly eight years ago and one year ago today.