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Diary #492

Last Tuesday night I went with Lorelei to see a new musical of Mrs. Doubtfire; I’ve never seen the original Robin Williams vehicle but I was familiar with the premise, so I was quite pleased when the musical was very funny, with a top-notch cast.  That was just the start of my week; on Wednesday evening I waited until about 8 pm (after the traffic died down) to leave for Sunset and had a lovely drive.  We had a fairly big Thankgiving this year; beside the usual guests we invited several younger escorts who don’t have local family, and did it pot-luck style.  Since I was only in charge of preparing the turkey & stuffing, I kept finding myself feeling as though there was something I should be doing because I usually have to do everything.  But once I got used to it, the decreased pressure was rather nice!  The day was so relaxing, in fact, that discoving there was a water leak under the house couldn’t ruin my mood.  As it turned out, the leak was from one of the old pipes which we recently replaced; we discovered a while back that the additions made to the house in the early ’50s were strictly Amateur Hour, and one example of just how amateur is that the pipe which originally fed water to the toilet was taken directly off of the house main at the back instead of coming off of the main after the shutoff valve.  As a result, there was no way to shut it off without shutting off water at the storage tank, which means that even though the pipe was cut off and capped it still had water in it…which apparently froze Wednesday night.  But we got it all fixed by Friday afternoon in time to cut and decorate a tree, and since I’ve owned rural property for 17 years it wasn’t even all that stressful to me.  And it felt good to come back to Seattle on Saturday knowing that I’ll be back at Sunset in just a few weeks.

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Diary #491

Unlike last week, which only seemed quiet, this week was genuinely quiet.  And you know what?  It was hard to be upset about that, and I didn’t really try.  Some writing, a couple of nice sessions with regulars, getting my hair and nails done, doing a fun podcast that I’ll tell you about when it drops, planning Thanksgiving, doing a little shopping and hiring someone to help me finish a long-delayed project; that about sums up the productive portions of the week.  Otherwise, I actually managed to do some light reading (!!!) and have made some new additions to my wishlist (if you’re considering getting me a Christmas present), and I did a bit of philosophizing while stoned that might make it into a future story or philosophy column.  Tomorrow I’ll be driving out to Sunset in the evening, and then the feast on Thursday and tree-trimming on Friday; with any luck, I won’t have anything more exciting than that to tell you about in next week’s diary.  Except for reminding you of my toy drive, which is always exciting.

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Diary #490

It’s funny; when I sat down to write this I thought I’d say this week was quiet. But then reflecting back, I realized it actually hadn’t been; I went to a concert with Daedalus and a play with Chekhov, took a bingo-loving friend to the bingo hall for her birthday, attended a small but lovely party at Lady Vi’s on Saturday, then went to Allena Gabosch’s book launch on Sunday.  So it wasn’t actually that quiet; it just somehow felt quiet.  In my youth, my life was full of adventures; when I became a librarian and settled down with Jack I started to miss that, and the universe responded to that mild nostalgia with my Year of Disaster soon afterward.  This is not to say that I no longer like having adventures; I’m just a lot more circumspect about the kind of adventure, and the kind I like are the kind where most of the important factors are firmly under my control (and yes, that’s one of the many reasons I dislike flying).  And when things are relatively quiet, I enjoy them for as long as that lasts rather than looking forward to the next excitement.

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Diary #489

Early last week I received a number of birthday presents that were apparently just a little slow in transit; among them were a CD transcription of an old vinyl album featuring a Boris Karloff interview about the Universal horror classics (given to me by Jeremy Dunn) and this Lovecraft-themed cookbook from Bad Luck.  I’m always especially happy when readers send me the weirder things from my wishlist; I know most people prefer to go for the sexy or useful things, but I was a Halloween baby and, as regular readers know, it shows in my writing and my love for horror stories and movies.  So when people send me the weird stuff it’s like they’re saying, “You’re a beautiful woman, but you’re also a weirdo and I respect that.”  I guess you could say it makes me feel seen and accepted.  I’ve never been good at putting on a persona in sex work; I’ve always just been me, nerdiness and all.  And the fact that this has never impaired my ability to make a good living just goes to show once again that clients are nothing like the two-dimensional caricatures prohibitionists seem to enjoy fantasizing about.

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Peacemaker

Last Saturday afternoon, a friend had a last-minute schedule change and needed to use my incall at the same time as I had promised to sit a different friend’s dog.  So I decided to take the dog to the bark park a few blocks from here, but when I arrived, I found two groups of people at the gate, arguing with one another.  Apparently one person’s dog had become aggressive with the other person’s dog and in the process of trying to break them up one of them had gotten very slightly bitten (no blood) and was freaking out about it.  Each of them had another person on their side and what I heard when I arrived was a lot of childish, pompous Seattle behavior.  I let my friend’s dog loose to run and was about to walk away until I heard the woman who had been scratched saying, “I was assaulted and I’m calling the police”.  At that point, I stopped being quiet; I told them I had no idea who was at fault, or if both were, and I didn’t care, but there was no way I was going to put up wih anybody calling the fucking cops (yes, that was the exact phrase I used).  The woman whined that she had been assaulted and that SOMETHING HAD TO BE DONE because what if she came there again and the guy she was arguing with was there?  I replied, “Then you both act like civilized adults, say quietly to yourself ‘there’s that asshole again’, and go to a different part of the park.”  Naturally her opponent now thought I was on his side, so I quickly smacked down that notion and said, “Do I really have to be the kindergarten teacher and break up this playground foolishness?”  When the woman brought up the cops again, I asked, “Do you really believe this situation would be helped by calling in a bunch of thugs whose idea of ‘helping’ is to tase a few of y’all and then shoot some dogs while they’re at it?”  That seemed to do the trick, and after a little more mediation on my part the woman & her boyfriend left and the other dude went and sat on a bench.  The reason I’m telling this story is: reminding people that the cops are violent, unpredictable thugs who make things worse actually stopped a ninny from calling them.  Remember that next time you hear someone threatening to do the same; I get that most of y’all are hesitant to intervene in a quarrel between strangers, and I usually would be as well.  But it’s that attitude which results in cops showing up to tase, beat, gas or even murder people over noise complaints or other mundane tiffs bystanders could easily have handled without violence.

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Diary #488

What a lovely birthday week I had!  My friends and readers showered me with gifts; Grace got me this deluxe heated cushion for my writing chair (which is like a little slice of heaven); it also has a vibrate function!  Jae unveiled the curtain project she’s been working on, which included my old sheer bedcurtains from New Orleans; I was too sentimental to let go of them, so she cleverly incorporated them into my new home.  Daedalus gave me this multi-disc set of Beatles rarities, and another of my gents sent me a case of my favorite tea AND a lovely sweater dress!  One of my readers sent me a silver coin with an interesting design, and the ladies who use my incall got me boxes and boxes of supplies.  On Tuesday I met Grace, Chekhov and Jae in Olympia for dinner, then on Wednesday night I had just a small all-whore party (which, as anyone in the know can tell you, are the best parties).  Then on my birthday itself I had a little Doctor Who night with Lorelei.  I also hear that of her gentlemen is sending me something as well, which is pretty damned sweet of him!  And I’ll show it to you (with the sweater dress) next week!

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Diary #487

On Thursday night I hopped on a redeye for North Carolina to attend my friend Kaytlin Bailey’s wedding.  It may have been the best wedding I’ve ever attended; Kaytlin has a keen sense for the gently unconventional, so the ceremony and reception were blissfully free of all the tiresome, hackneyed conventions which infest modern US weddings, while yet keeping all the meaningful rituals.  As you can see in the picture below the bride was absolutely stunning, and yes that’s the lovely Jillian Keenan (another dear friend and one of Kaytlin’s bridesmaids) sitting next to me (the other lady is Kaytlin’s best friend & maid of honor).  In addition to the lovely festivities and catching up with old friends (such as Alex Andrews of Swop Behind Bars, who I roomed with), I also got to spend time chatting with a number of the bride’s family members and other wedding guests.  And even my return flight got me home at a reasonable hour on Sunday, where I’m now typing this now.  Please join me in a toast to the bride and groom, and may they be happy and prosper!

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