tricksters
february 2

San Francisco

I ran into this guy I tricked with last year on the street (I ran into him on the street, it's not that we tricked on the street) and he invited me over for an impromptu party, seems every time he gets new tatoos, he has people over so that he stays home and takes it easy. I said sure.

Luckily I was the first one to show up so we had a quick french lesson before the next two guests arrived. Two professional male ice skaters, one straight, married and humpy, the other high as a kite trying to hold court. S/m/h left but soon more guests arrived, including two saucy females. When it came to a video selection, I strongly pushed for and won Fellini's Nights of Cabiria. Perfect for this crowd of near debauchs.

My pager went off twice and someone noticed me checking it and assumed I was either a doctor or a porn star, and by this time Triple Lutz had sat next to me and asking personal questions. Like water off a duck's ass I deflected each one and turned his attention to his favorite topic- himself.

When I was leaving the women were trying on the host's clothes and hookers were fighting on the small screen. Some day I hope to see the rest of the move, I had just seen I Vitelloni two weeks prior and it is one of my favorites by Fellini.

That weekend Sam X came to town for a photo shoot, and we had an amazing time, especially the location stuff in the Marin Headlands. When I get some time I'll get the pics up, it was a great session and worth all the cold and steep hikes.

A few days later, I rang up this guy I tricked with this year and invited him out on a date. We ate Thai food in the Haight, stopped in Amoeba and then took in the show at the Eagle. I totally loved the Oakland based band The Vice, who had just fired their bass player that day, but they still kicked ass. The frontman gave me a couple cd's, and I gave one to my date. Our goodbye kiss lasted about ten minutes but that's as far as it went. He couldn't have visitors, and I certainly can't, as you will see.

The next week I went to Theatre Rhino with a guy I tricked with about ten years ago to see Mike Albo, a guy I'd trick with tonight if he wanted, doing his one man show 'Spray'. He's witty, quick, bursting with energy, and includes over the top dance numbers- I was waiting for a Showgirls reference but maybe was too busy laughing to notice.

I wanted to stay after the show and offer myself as a groupie but I thought that would be too tacky so my friend and I did our own inspired performance out on the sidewalk. I had such a great time, it was like I had cracked some of that curmudgeon varnish I'm spraying on myself about as often as B-actors get Mystic Tans. When an SUV nearly ran me over, I threw my rolled up program at it, then went back into the street to retrieve it.

We walked to the Castro Theatre to catch the last half of Winged Migration and I flapped my arms and craned my neck as I descended the balcony stairs, still high off the exhuberence of 'Spray'.

I returned to the Castro for some of the Noir City screenings, and after The Strange Loves of Martha Ivers I rolled down the stairs into the lobby just like they did in the movie.

Speaking of tumbling down, my roommate had another date with Tina, and another massive delusional episode that devoured my weekend. I hate that shit. After blowing my gasket beyond anything I had ever experienced before, I started in earnest again my search for a place to live. I know there's something out there suited for me, and feel free to jump in with reasonable offers.

To decompress from the epic drama, I took myself to the Red Vic to see Rivers and Tides, a film about the art of Andrew Goldsworthy, one of my artistic influences. Very relaxing and demonstrative of the value of patience and perseverence, I wonder how he'd handle a methamphetamine fueled freak-out.

On the last night of Noir City I caught Woman on the Run, an amazing and touching noir based in San Francisco about a woman trying to find her missing husband, the target of a murderer. Wonderful shots of the city, sharp and humorous writing, I don't know if you can rent it so beg your local art house or rep movie theatre to show it.

Immediately after I dashed down to the Eagle in time to catch Pansy Division, a band composed of guys I had never tricked with but used to go go dance for. I don't know how but they just keep getting better, and it was the best time I ever had at one of their shows. The music was tight, the new songs terrific, the crowd was eating it up. Finally someone had to help pop the coolness bubble and start a mosh. It was gentle, no one got hurt, but there was plenty of grabbing. It got so hot in there, I took off half my clothes

I saw a few possible apartments, none in the city, but I've come to terms with the possibility of becoming one of the Bridge and Tunnel. There is another option, I did check out a group living situation, and while I'm not sure how I would handle that dynamic, it would mean I get to stay in town and try a group thing I haven't done before. They asked me lots of questions, and the subject of porn never came up so I never floated it.

Speaking of, I'll be working for Titan tomorrow on a Joe Gage project, so time for bed...

what I'm reading: Craigslist apartment listings

what I'm listening to to: Pansy Division's Total Entertainment



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