I'm sure everyone out there has shaved their pubic hairs - every last one of them, especially if you're a porn star. I haven't. Oh yea I have shaved for a bikini, but the whole shabang?
My sister and her husband have these medical spas and I have used them to the full extent for things that people can see with your clothes on. Who cares what they can't see. Well, who cares unless you have a new lover, a new lover who's 25 yrs younger than you and you're still making him go south for punishment. God! Who's being punished?
My sister tells me I have to shave completely before they take the hair off. Why am I having the hair taken off then? Can't they just zap it all off? Since most of you have already done this it's no big deal to go down there with a razor with all those soft sensitive folds and hope that you don't rip them right off.
My appointment is at 10:15 - I thought. I'm in the tub with my legs spread. I'm late, I think, trying to go between the valleys without causing blood. It needs to be smooth. After over 50 yrs with hair I'm repulsed. One of those ugly hairless cats. I pee afterwards. I guess the hair kept the flow going straight down. Now it's like a spray going all over the place. There must be a system.
Anyway I'm in a hurry. I'm late. I only nicked myself a few times. There's not much blood. I tell my mom I have another appointment. I need her car since mine is still in storage. I don't explain. I'm sure she thinks it has something to do with my face.
Oh shit! I'm a half hour early. I could have spent more time down there getting the hair off. The poor girl has to shave off more, more without lotion , soap, or shaving cream since I did such a poor job.
But it's done. I had no problem touching it before, but now it looks like a scary alien. Hair was there for a reason - at least in my case.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Kansas City
From San Francisco I flew back to Kansas City for a week to visit family and friends before heading back to Turkey. And one little note I forgot to mention - the muffalata sandwich I had at Boccalone (Google it) in the ferry building - more of that fatty delicious pork meat with green olive paste that you find in New Orleans. Sorry for the side track!
When I was growing up I couldn't wait to leave Missouri. I'd been planning to leave since I was in First Grade. I didn't know what Greenwich Village was but that's where I planned on going. I also remember standing in my room and saying to myself I was never having children, I'm never getting married and I know I must be weird. I lived in what I call Podunkville. As my Los Angeles cousin, Martin, recalls when he came to visit, I laid down in the middle of the highway and said, "I can lay here all night and not get hit." That would have been the truth.
But you know what? KC ain't so bad. It's not Podunkville (although now Podunkville has Justus Drugstore a restaurant - Google it). I like KC. In fact, I think it's cool. My very hip friend Rod Parks lives here and he's about the hippest person I know. (He owns Retro Inferno and is totally into the art and music scene. If there's anything important going on in KC he knows about it. He also knows New York City like the back of his hand.) There's fabulous architecture, fountains everywhere, lots of Missouri limestone, rolling hills and the foliage is lush green. There are huge yards and gigantic houses. I also have two super lesbian cousins and their equally cool partners that live here and love it. That means something! There's an artistic culture that's swings to the left - Obama stickers are common. I rarely saw a McCain sticker. I mean rarely!
Oh there's conservative people. I have old friends, old friends I haven't heard from since high school. They have suddenly shown up on Facebook as my buddies. Friends who tried to put gum in my hair and empty beer bottles under my car tires. They are now telling me how to run my life. They're not happy that I'm going back to see Emino.
Emino did me wrong, they say. Did me wrong? Yes he lied to get me back but if you read what I had to say about myself I was no better. Hey how stupid do you think I am? Do you think I expect a relationship with someone 25 years younger? I am having fun and Rod, my dear friend says, "Think of the source." Are they jealous that I can attract someone that much younger than me? He says and I agree, "Why do people think they have to act a certain age and what age is that?" I guess they are saving up to retire to what - go on a cruise with a bunch of other fogies. Is that what you wait your whole life for?
I'm getting off track. I'm trying to saying how cool KC is but it's the surrounding area that I can't deal with - that narrow minded stogy, act your age group. Are they happy? What gives them the right to give me advice? Because they are so happy that they have no life?
You see none of my San Francisco friends had any qualms. My 87 yr old friend Gino in San Francisco didn't blink an eye when I told him my situation. "You look good," he said. "I was 20 yrs older than my wife and that didn't last long but it was worth it." Thank you Gino.
I'm leaving Thurs. I'll be flying to London first to see my niece Sierra, who works for Google. I'm hoping to get there in time for the world reknown lunch spread that Google puts on for its employees on Fridays. Yes I leave Thurs. but arrive Fri in time for lunch - I hope!
Then Emino is picking me up Mon. from the bus station in Izmir, Turkey.
Of course I'll fill you in.
Don't judge me
Rose
When I was growing up I couldn't wait to leave Missouri. I'd been planning to leave since I was in First Grade. I didn't know what Greenwich Village was but that's where I planned on going. I also remember standing in my room and saying to myself I was never having children, I'm never getting married and I know I must be weird. I lived in what I call Podunkville. As my Los Angeles cousin, Martin, recalls when he came to visit, I laid down in the middle of the highway and said, "I can lay here all night and not get hit." That would have been the truth.
But you know what? KC ain't so bad. It's not Podunkville (although now Podunkville has Justus Drugstore a restaurant - Google it). I like KC. In fact, I think it's cool. My very hip friend Rod Parks lives here and he's about the hippest person I know. (He owns Retro Inferno and is totally into the art and music scene. If there's anything important going on in KC he knows about it. He also knows New York City like the back of his hand.) There's fabulous architecture, fountains everywhere, lots of Missouri limestone, rolling hills and the foliage is lush green. There are huge yards and gigantic houses. I also have two super lesbian cousins and their equally cool partners that live here and love it. That means something! There's an artistic culture that's swings to the left - Obama stickers are common. I rarely saw a McCain sticker. I mean rarely!
Oh there's conservative people. I have old friends, old friends I haven't heard from since high school. They have suddenly shown up on Facebook as my buddies. Friends who tried to put gum in my hair and empty beer bottles under my car tires. They are now telling me how to run my life. They're not happy that I'm going back to see Emino.
Emino did me wrong, they say. Did me wrong? Yes he lied to get me back but if you read what I had to say about myself I was no better. Hey how stupid do you think I am? Do you think I expect a relationship with someone 25 years younger? I am having fun and Rod, my dear friend says, "Think of the source." Are they jealous that I can attract someone that much younger than me? He says and I agree, "Why do people think they have to act a certain age and what age is that?" I guess they are saving up to retire to what - go on a cruise with a bunch of other fogies. Is that what you wait your whole life for?
I'm getting off track. I'm trying to saying how cool KC is but it's the surrounding area that I can't deal with - that narrow minded stogy, act your age group. Are they happy? What gives them the right to give me advice? Because they are so happy that they have no life?
You see none of my San Francisco friends had any qualms. My 87 yr old friend Gino in San Francisco didn't blink an eye when I told him my situation. "You look good," he said. "I was 20 yrs older than my wife and that didn't last long but it was worth it." Thank you Gino.
I'm leaving Thurs. I'll be flying to London first to see my niece Sierra, who works for Google. I'm hoping to get there in time for the world reknown lunch spread that Google puts on for its employees on Fridays. Yes I leave Thurs. but arrive Fri in time for lunch - I hope!
Then Emino is picking me up Mon. from the bus station in Izmir, Turkey.
Of course I'll fill you in.
Don't judge me
Rose
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Is Adrenaline Related to Food
To me San Francisco means food. Everything to me means food. That's all I think about. Well, first I think about what I can do to eat what I want. This is where the adrenaline comes in. I'd weigh 300 pounds if I didn't like that adrenaline rush. But then I wouldn't be me because I love that rush.
Everywhere I go I think about food. What will be my next meal? I pick places I want to go according to the food. Amazingly good food seems to go with mountains and lots of water. Can you think of a flat dry place that has good food? Prove me wrong and if you do I'm not going there anyway. This is why I wanted to skip Turkmenistan and Uzbekistan. I couldn't swim or hike and I didn't hear about any great food.
Ah but San Francisco. I had lardo three times in the last week. Hey I've been riding that stupid bike just about every day and up every hill in San Francisco. But everyday I've eaten pork with abandon. I love pork and every product that goes with it. I also love cream fraiche, stinky creamy cheese, duck fat and foie gras. Foie gras is my favorite food.
This time in San Francisco I ate frog legs. I've been eating frog legs since I was about ten. It might have been my French grandmother influence or just me. From my earliest memory I've always eaten everything - the stranger the better. The best thing about eating frog legs was cutting their legs off on the driveway of my parents' house and having the neighborhood boys get grossed out. I then ate them, loved them and I've been eating them ever since. In Vietnam I got a whole plate full for about $3.00. But not in Sam Francisco where the curry spiced legs cost $11 for four puny little legs. They were delicious. I could have easily eaten five times the amount.
This was at "Spencer's on the Go". You get this French style food from a taco truck across the street from a wine bar where the cheapest glass of wine cost $12 . My friend, Michelle, for the first time got the curry spiced frog legs, deep fried escargot in Parmesan cheese, and pieces of sweetbread in a pork white bean stew. All of this was really delicious but the portions were tiny.
I had the lardo at Beretta. Other delicious things at Beretta were the chicken liver pate, the radichhio with saba, and the fava bean puree with pecorino. I make this spread and it's better. I'm been making this for years. I even made it in Turkey. If Beretta added just a touch of lemon juice it would brighten it up.
I am off on the bike. I'm having duck with fig sauce tonight.
Everywhere I go I think about food. What will be my next meal? I pick places I want to go according to the food. Amazingly good food seems to go with mountains and lots of water. Can you think of a flat dry place that has good food? Prove me wrong and if you do I'm not going there anyway. This is why I wanted to skip Turkmenistan and Uzbekistan. I couldn't swim or hike and I didn't hear about any great food.
Ah but San Francisco. I had lardo three times in the last week. Hey I've been riding that stupid bike just about every day and up every hill in San Francisco. But everyday I've eaten pork with abandon. I love pork and every product that goes with it. I also love cream fraiche, stinky creamy cheese, duck fat and foie gras. Foie gras is my favorite food.
This time in San Francisco I ate frog legs. I've been eating frog legs since I was about ten. It might have been my French grandmother influence or just me. From my earliest memory I've always eaten everything - the stranger the better. The best thing about eating frog legs was cutting their legs off on the driveway of my parents' house and having the neighborhood boys get grossed out. I then ate them, loved them and I've been eating them ever since. In Vietnam I got a whole plate full for about $3.00. But not in Sam Francisco where the curry spiced legs cost $11 for four puny little legs. They were delicious. I could have easily eaten five times the amount.
This was at "Spencer's on the Go". You get this French style food from a taco truck across the street from a wine bar where the cheapest glass of wine cost $12 . My friend, Michelle, for the first time got the curry spiced frog legs, deep fried escargot in Parmesan cheese, and pieces of sweetbread in a pork white bean stew. All of this was really delicious but the portions were tiny.
I had the lardo at Beretta. Other delicious things at Beretta were the chicken liver pate, the radichhio with saba, and the fava bean puree with pecorino. I make this spread and it's better. I'm been making this for years. I even made it in Turkey. If Beretta added just a touch of lemon juice it would brighten it up.
I am off on the bike. I'm having duck with fig sauce tonight.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Adrenaline Junky
Boy do I love to ride! In the city or anywhere I become a bike messenger again. Get out of my way you dweebs and I weaved in and out of traffic like the Indy 500 jocking for first place in line. But it doesn't have to be bike riding, I could be running, or swimming or hiking. Whatever it is I like going as fast as I can. And I like beating guys.
The other day I passed this guy with big calves- me on my shitty little bike (actually, I like Nick's bike, but it's not anywhere as nice as my expensive bikes, which are in storage at the moment). He was trying to wipe my ass to keep up. Of course, today I got passed big time. Believe me I don't put myself in a league anywhere close to someone like Mario Cippolini, my favorite cyclist although he's retired now.
When I'm riding it's seems like it's the best, but then swimming seems like it's the best, if I'm in the water. Hiking definitely seems like the best. Me alone in the mountains - what could be better? Usually I run more than anything else because of the convenience and I love that too.
I guess you could say I love adrenaline. Better than any relationship by far and I'm not lying.
The other day I passed this guy with big calves- me on my shitty little bike (actually, I like Nick's bike, but it's not anywhere as nice as my expensive bikes, which are in storage at the moment). He was trying to wipe my ass to keep up. Of course, today I got passed big time. Believe me I don't put myself in a league anywhere close to someone like Mario Cippolini, my favorite cyclist although he's retired now.
When I'm riding it's seems like it's the best, but then swimming seems like it's the best, if I'm in the water. Hiking definitely seems like the best. Me alone in the mountains - what could be better? Usually I run more than anything else because of the convenience and I love that too.
I guess you could say I love adrenaline. Better than any relationship by far and I'm not lying.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Not Over yet
Just because I'm in San Francisco doesn't mean my travel days are over. Well, they are never over because I'm obsessive about traveling and everything else.
I could have stayed in Turkey and it would have been much cheaper, instead of having to spend the airfare to go back. But there was no way I was going to miss seeing my friends in SF. Have you ever left your city and then only had limited time to see everyone you know there? I'm booked and every time I come here it's the same thing.
Maybe it's just me. I collect people. Some people collect things - material things like clothes and household goods, but I collect people. I can't let go. Once you know me it's hard to get rid of me.
I'm having a great time going to dinner, lunch, coffee, hikes, walks and other outings like tonight I saw my friend belly dance at Amnesia. I also saw a woman there give a imitation of a blow job. How often can you see that? I absolutely love San Francisco!
So I bought a ticket back to Turkey. Yes I'm seeing Emino again, but if it wasn't for Lisa or my other support team in Kusadasi I wouldn't go. Nothing else is going on in my life and it seems, at least, like a good story. Plus this time I'm stopping off in London to see my niece and her husband and Elisabeth who I met in Tblisi, Georgia.
Does that sound like a plan?
I could have stayed in Turkey and it would have been much cheaper, instead of having to spend the airfare to go back. But there was no way I was going to miss seeing my friends in SF. Have you ever left your city and then only had limited time to see everyone you know there? I'm booked and every time I come here it's the same thing.
Maybe it's just me. I collect people. Some people collect things - material things like clothes and household goods, but I collect people. I can't let go. Once you know me it's hard to get rid of me.
I'm having a great time going to dinner, lunch, coffee, hikes, walks and other outings like tonight I saw my friend belly dance at Amnesia. I also saw a woman there give a imitation of a blow job. How often can you see that? I absolutely love San Francisco!
So I bought a ticket back to Turkey. Yes I'm seeing Emino again, but if it wasn't for Lisa or my other support team in Kusadasi I wouldn't go. Nothing else is going on in my life and it seems, at least, like a good story. Plus this time I'm stopping off in London to see my niece and her husband and Elisabeth who I met in Tblisi, Georgia.
Does that sound like a plan?
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Rerun
I am in my beloved city of San Francisco. Both Emino and Lisa wanted me to cancel my flight and I thought about it. But after what I said about Emino, my friend Nick (and actually other friends) asked if I was alright -meaning : Do I need therapy?
My friends Nick and Kathy wanted me to stay in their beautiful Victorian and take care of their kitties. This is not the first time I've done this nor the first time that I've stayed at their house for whatever reason. I come every chance I get. I was here four times last year.
For those of you who don't know, I'm homeless and have been for two years. I left a rent control apartment, job, pension, health care for romance. I was going to move to the middle of nowhere for a guy I met while hiking. My first impression of this guy was that he was a nut case - seriously. My friend Nancy and I were at the end of our five day hiking trip in Glacier, heading out of the park the next day. Rick said he was afraid of bears and wanted to know if he could join us. Nancy and I both discussed this in the tent that night. We decided we had pepper spray and he didn't. But the next morning after only a few hours I decided I was going to move to where he lived in Wisconsin and make goat cheese.
I've always been adventureous. I use to move at the drop of a hat, as the cliche goes, until I moved to San Francisco, the most beautiful city in the world. Except for two year long trips and many two month ones, I'd been in San Francisco for over 20 years. I had been looking for an excuse to leave.
With the help of my girlfriends and former boyfriend, James, I packed all my belongings. In the middle of January, when there is the most snow, I drove to the midwest, a place I'd been planning to leave since I was in the first grade and did as soon as I was out of high school.
I didn't want to move immediately to Wisconsin because after 30 yrs on the west coast I wasn't used to the cold. I thought I'd put my stuff in my mother house near Kansas City, Missouri and go to New Zealand for two months. When I returned in the spring I'd move to Wisconsin. I kiddingly told Rick that I wanted to ease into the tundra.
The day before I left to New Zealand, Rick said all bets were off. He absolutely did not want me moving to Wisconsin. And you know what? I've had an exciting two years. I think my whole life has been excitng and even though I've had a lot of drama I wouldn't trade it anything.
Why am I telling you this? I am an adrenaline junky. I know my little affair with Emino will not last. I'm not that stupid. He has apologized over and over and begged me to come back. So guess what - I am.
My friends Nick and Kathy wanted me to stay in their beautiful Victorian and take care of their kitties. This is not the first time I've done this nor the first time that I've stayed at their house for whatever reason. I come every chance I get. I was here four times last year.
For those of you who don't know, I'm homeless and have been for two years. I left a rent control apartment, job, pension, health care for romance. I was going to move to the middle of nowhere for a guy I met while hiking. My first impression of this guy was that he was a nut case - seriously. My friend Nancy and I were at the end of our five day hiking trip in Glacier, heading out of the park the next day. Rick said he was afraid of bears and wanted to know if he could join us. Nancy and I both discussed this in the tent that night. We decided we had pepper spray and he didn't. But the next morning after only a few hours I decided I was going to move to where he lived in Wisconsin and make goat cheese.
I've always been adventureous. I use to move at the drop of a hat, as the cliche goes, until I moved to San Francisco, the most beautiful city in the world. Except for two year long trips and many two month ones, I'd been in San Francisco for over 20 years. I had been looking for an excuse to leave.
With the help of my girlfriends and former boyfriend, James, I packed all my belongings. In the middle of January, when there is the most snow, I drove to the midwest, a place I'd been planning to leave since I was in the first grade and did as soon as I was out of high school.
I didn't want to move immediately to Wisconsin because after 30 yrs on the west coast I wasn't used to the cold. I thought I'd put my stuff in my mother house near Kansas City, Missouri and go to New Zealand for two months. When I returned in the spring I'd move to Wisconsin. I kiddingly told Rick that I wanted to ease into the tundra.
The day before I left to New Zealand, Rick said all bets were off. He absolutely did not want me moving to Wisconsin. And you know what? I've had an exciting two years. I think my whole life has been excitng and even though I've had a lot of drama I wouldn't trade it anything.
Why am I telling you this? I am an adrenaline junky. I know my little affair with Emino will not last. I'm not that stupid. He has apologized over and over and begged me to come back. So guess what - I am.
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