Comeback's 4 Year Anniversary Bash with Tronik Youth, Miss Toats & Joee Irwin, DJs Colby B, FITS and Porq
What's the craziest thing that's happened during one of Seattle's filthiest, sweatiest, most innovative queer dance nights since its inception at Chop Suey four (already??!) years ago? "Probably the guy in the chicken-head mask that got his briefs ripped off while go-go dancing and then stage-dived into a writhing mass of wasted queers too drunk to catch him—ouch," recalls co-founder Marcus Wilson, aka Ursula Android.
That's so Seattle. I love the humor that Wilson comes to his projects with...that November night at his short-lived Pony was one of the best times I've had in Seattle, ever. It was the ideal Random Event with Some People. Everytime I listen to Joy Division's "Disorder" I think about that trashy dancefloor with the broken photobooth, the '70s porn they projected on the walls, the first time Naseem and I hung out, all the 7-ft-tall hot gay men, and the only straight one putting his arm around me at 5 a.m.
On that note, I'm reading Jeanette Winterson's Written on the Body. I tried to read one of her books ages ago (hi Annie!) but it didn't stick. This one is brilliant. I've dogeared many pages. It sort of applies to my recent relationships in different ways, being about passion/loss/ambivalence and a certain emotional recklessness.
love: I will hold on to this pulse against other rhythms. The world will come and go in the tide of a day but here is her hand with my future in its palm. She said, 'Come upstairs.'
loss: The earliest pilgrims...the journeys they made were beyond common sense; who leaves the hearth for the open sea? Especially without a compass, especially in winter, especially alone. What you risk reveals what you value.
ambivalence: Written on the body is a secret code only visible in certain lights; the accumulations of a lifetime gather there. In places the palimpsest is so heavily worked that the letters feel like braille. I like to keep my body rolled up away from prying eyes.
recklessness: Is it nobler to struggle for a week before flying out the door or should I go and get my toothbrush now? I am drowning in inevitability.
Now, something about Prague! Above is Malá Strana, and these storefronts look similar to where I had my first authentic Czech meal, of roasted pork, dumplings and cabbage. The dumplings are like thick potato cakes that you use to sop up the juice of all the other stuff. I had two monstrous glasses of Krušovice lager, and an apple strudel for dessert because I was really hungry. But wow...I think I'll save that kind of eating for special occasions. I was stuffed, and passed out before 10:30 p.m., despite (or maybe because of) having to walk up 1,000 stairs immediately afterward to make my way home. So the good news is I think the exercise balances out the calories. Here's the area I walked through to get home, adjacent Černínský Palác (Czernin Palace). You'd feel perfectly in the past if it weren't for the packs of college women singing, "Sexual Eruption! ooh-Woah!" (that would be Snoop Dogg's "Sensual Seduction") behind you.
You might be surprised to learn that I've been up by 8 a.m. every morning, in the office by 9:30ish, and alseep well before midnight. Some magical after-effect of jet lag, I'm sure. Hopefully I can sustain it long enough for my transformation into A Real Adult to occur. Hehe. Well tonight is my first night without Steffen here, and what trouble will I get into? Who will give me shortcuts and help me pronounce words? And tell me the stories of the statues? I asked him a million questions in the last few days. My goals for the weekend are: find black tights, a hair dryer (it turns out mine will probably short-circuit the electricity), a good cocktail (the food critic laughed at this suggestion), to review 27 Dresses, and to tackle the supermarket. And also to look at some beautiful buildings, but that's a given. Hope you all have a good weekend!
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