Tonight's the night...

It's 10:13 at Thespian's. We've just finished a lovely dinner of roast pork and beans with sauteed kale and bacon-wrapped, chorizo-and-chevre-stuffed dates. Two bottles of wine. Oh, and his mom was there. Have I ever mentioned that his mom is a Pisces--like me--and also, a former reporter? Like me. Or rather, I am suspiciously like her in these ways...and also busom-ly speaking. Coincidence or...?

Anywho, the point is it's 10:17 and his mom has left and he's snoring on the couch, curled up with Mango, and I'm feeling dangerous--restless, mostly--and like I have a lock on my heart or throat or something. Kerf would call it "the third leg of the potato sack." But that's another story. What I'm trying to say is that I'm feeling strangely wild and mild, you know, simultaneously.

And as I'm feeling this duplicity, I just so happen to click upon Rob Brezsny's horoscopes--which I admire but also sometimes have to curse for being too fucking esoteric--and this time it was eerily relevant. And completely clear:

"The planets are aligned in such a way that suggest you may be able to experience an orgasm solely by meditating."

OMG. This is so true.

"This rare cosmic alignment also means that it's conceivable you could generate money or attract new resources by following your holy bliss, or that you might stumble upon the tricky treasure you've been looking for in all the wrong places. But I can't say for sure that you will actually be able to capitalize on any of these remarkable opportunities. It will depend on whether you can more fully express one of the skills that is your birthright as a Pisces: being wild and disciplined at the same time."

Hallefuckinglujah.

The relationship and the game--like peanut butter and chocolate...

A curious thing happened to me while reading NY Magazine's "The Sex Diaries: A Critical (But Highly Sympathetic) Reading of New Yorkers’ Sexual Habits and Anxieties"--in which writer Wesley Yang reviews a 132-week run of mostly naughty, dysfunctional and totally real confessionals from strangers dating, hooking-up or in relationships. Some of it was torrid, others kind of nauseating, none of it was really glamorizing the joys of singlehood without talking about the messy, lonely, heartbreaking bits. And yet, I was jealous. Which is totally dumb--I am in a relationship that is, for the most part, pretty darn good.

The great thing about my relationship with Thespian is that we don't play games. It's just that sometimes I miss the game, as stupid as that is. And I've been thinking it's a this one or the other kind of thing. Which is wholly depressing. Makes me feel old, like I lost my sexuality and heat. But what if the secret is to combine the two--put the game back in the relationship? 'Cause we all know you can't put the relationship in the game. So there you have it.

Perhaps I should start calling Thespian, Mr. Thespian, from now on...(you know, like the famous French actress-writer couple, Arielle Dombasle and Bernard-Henri Levy?)

"All theoreticians of eroticism know when there's no distance, there's no border, when there's no border, there's no taboo, when there's no taboo, there's no transgression, and when there's no transgression, there's no desire" --Bernard-Henri Levy

Dia de los Drinkos!

Today is the Day of the Dead (or, El Dia de los Muertos) but I'm uncertain as to how you announce the celebration of this life-affirming/death-respecting holiday. Happy Day of the Dead? Merry Day of the Dead?? Sorry-for-your-loss-happy-it-wasn't-me-yet Day of the Dead???

Yeah, awful. But if you get a chance, check out your local Mexi-brations and be safe out there--it's a full moon, you know...

Holy Day of... P.S.

And just in case you haven't fully realized how charming and cool Beth and her man, Kevin, are (see post below)--here are photos of the day AFTER Halloween, when, just for shits and giggles, Beth and her man donned Kid Rock (that's Beth) & Pamela Anderson (Kevin) apparel for their own (and now your) enjoyment...

No word on the subsequent video.