Well, I finished up with the main thing that I came to LA for, which was to close out my Public Storage unit. I sorted and sifted through the boxes containing several years of my life. My friend Bab’s (who lives here) is letting me use her garage for storage until this summer, when I’ll come down and get everything. The rest of the things I donated to a local Woman’s shelter. Through the kindness of the PS manager, who will box up and bring everything over to the shelter for me. The only work that I had to do was to get what I wanted and pay this months rent. This whole arrangement is truly kismet in action, and a win-win for everyone. I swear that the space was a time capsule for the late 80’s early 90’s. I can breath now that it is mostly over, everything is still in the rental in the garage downstairs. Tomorrow I’ll get together with Babs around 1pm and put everything in her garage. Tonight, I’m going to go to Mickey’s and possibly Gold Coast. One of my favorite bartenders is working tonight and I haven’t seen him since I was here last. This year has really been one about consolidation and closure on so many levels. This is a very good thing as I really had wanted that to be the focus for myself, in order to move to the next part of my journey. In order to prepare for tonight’s outing, I went out and bought 2 new outfits. One for tonight and the other for lunch with friends tomorrow. I spoke with Mike and he had a good time last night, went out drank and sang bad karaoke, one of his favorite things. Maria slept over on the sofa. I am enjoying the visit here in-spite of what my other journal entries may lead one to believe. I have to say though I’m looking forward to getting back to my usual routine. Isn’t it funny when on vacation I look forward to getting back to the routine. Back to Mike, I want to pick him up something that he’ll like, I was thinking of some tacky, gay t-shirt, with some funny slogan on it. He’s so practical that he’d probably prefer that I just get him some nice undershirts instead. Well, I’m not going to head out until around 9pm so I have a few hours to kill. I was thinking of taking a nap, I am tired. My only concern is if I sleep now I won’t want to get up later on.
After reading my last entry, I thought God what a bitter old queen I sound like. What would Mr. Rogers think. There are many “real” guys living here, I’m thinking perhaps I’m experiencing culture shock. My previous comments should be taken as a “I’m really really thankful for what I have” and not as a generalized “dis” on WeHO folks. there are as many shades of white. All this still doesn’t mean that I’m NOT turning into an old bitter queen none the less.
well, long time and I haven’t written. I’m down in WeHo (West Hollywood) for a few days, mostely to close out my storage which I’ve been paying wayyy too much money for for the last 6 years. I value my journals, which have been there ( from the time I was 7 up to present, six years ago present anyway). I did go out and I’ve pretty much got covered all of the places that I would go. I’m sadly disapointed. Coming here has renewed my appreciation for all that I have in Seattle. Our music may be 6 months behind LA, and our boys don’t contain as much plastic, but they are just as corn bread superficial as any WeHo Queen. Tongue in cheek isn’t just an expression but a state of being here. Give me my North Seattle subburan life anyday. Why pay through the nose and ass (in most cases) when you can have all that I do. I have a job, a wonderful home, cleaner air, and a beautiful though disfunctional city. This old fag ain’t movin anywhere. I can get my “new” music on the internet, it’s digital baby. I can breathe clean air, and smoke in the bars all at the same time, thank Goddess. In short I can have a life that contains more depth than a tadpole pond. All this points out to me is that I am much better off than the average LA fag. I don’t have to work out 4x a week, know the “right” people, or smell the “right” way. We may not be as sofisticated in Seattle, but we sure have a better sense of how to live without spinning ones wheels for people that don’t matter in the longer scheme of things. Ok, so we don’t have Del Taco and In and Out Burgers, but we do have hookers on Aurora, Taco time and in bar gambling.