Monday, May 17, 2004

This weekend was a good one. Saturday the Good Doc and I went to a party for my friend Laura Loescher. It had been awhile since I'd spent any length of time at Laura's house and it brought back strange and unsettling memories of being there for two weeks in December 2001 with my ex-boyfriend. It was a good thing to think about this because I was able to compare my life with the Good Doc now with my life with the asshole ex then.                                               The thought process comparing the two took less than 1/2 second for me to realize how lucky I am to have someone like my boyfriend now. And again I had to think for less than 1/4 of a second to know how lucky I am NOT to have someone like my ex in my life, and how I'll never, ever again make the mistake of thinking that by being the best I can be to another person I can somehow make their dead-end life better. I think about the cycle of self-blame and anger that I turned inward because I felt like a failure 'cause I couldn't help someone else turn himself around, and no matter what I did it was never enough. Now I'm with a guy who loves me without conditions and doesn't tell me how much better off I'd be if only I did A, B and C. I mis-spoke earlier when I said I did a comparison because being at Laura's place made me realize there is no comparison to make. 11:03:40 PM    Comment on my obvious brilliance []

Botox for Sweating I got it today, a series of injections in my armpits which stops sweat and guarantees I can wear my shirts for that much longer without taking them to the drycleaner! It was almost 100% pain-free and will paralyze the sweat glands for 5-6 months. One can never appear too casual and sweat-free in my book. 6:33:34 PM    Comment on my obvious brilliance []

Momma My mom is coming to visit myself and The Good Doc on Friday. She's leaving Yuma, AZ Thursday and driving with her boy-toy to San Francisco overnite. See, it's really a trip with two facets. One is she is picking up a huge load a furniture that I have in our garage. I was keeping a lot of pieces of furniture that have been in my family for a long, long time before I moved to San Francisco, things like a dining room table, chairs etc... that don't fit in our new home in San Francisco. In addition becase we combined households we just have too much stuff and because my mom owns a big house I thought she could use it all. So in addition to coming to visit her first-born son she's also coming to take a load of furniture off my hands. Did I mention her boy-toy? I'm 33 years old and my mother is dating a guy who is ONE year older than me. I was shocked to my foundations when I heard this but then again I've had sex with 5 guys at once before while on GHB and Viagra so who am I to talk? My mother is only 51 so I guess it's not that big a deal. Except that this guy has three kids who I happened to meet when I was in Yuma two Christmas seasons ago. Now these kids are so cute and sweet but does my mom really want to raise three kids AGAIN after she already road that roller-coaster ride to hell for 18+ years? Between my brother, sister and myself I thought we had bled her dry of any mothering instinct but I guess not. Either she really likes this guy or she's a glutton for punishment. Personally I think it's a combination of both.                                                                     Young man, there's a place you can go Oh, one other thing. My mom calls me and tells me that her boyfriend Ken lifts weights and wants to continue to do so while they're here. She tells me he has a membership at the YMCA and where is there a Y in San Francisco? Instantly visions of the YMCA located near the Castro flash through my mind.  It's a notoriously cruisy, skanky facility and the location of the video for the Village People's infamous song "YMCA." My mom's boyfriend is built like a brick shithouse and is a former Marine to boot so I'm thinking I could have A LOT of  mischevious fun taking him down to the good 'ol Y for a quick workout. Oh yes, I'm sure he would have a great, great time and be exposed to a whole different set of values and cultural mores than he's used to in Yuma, AZ. After what Ken sees and experiences at the Y I can be sure he won't be returning to Yuma the same man he was when he came to San Francisco. 9:20:39 AM    Comment on my obvious brilliance []

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