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Friday, January 20, 2006


I took a break from my job search this afternoon and hung out in the Haight. Ended up having a chocolate crepe for lunch at this little place near the corner of Haight and Ashbury. I hadn't been there since 1998. It is still the same except they have a GAP and a Jon Fluevog. ...I think the shoe store is the only thing I really like about the Haight. ...well, that and the chocolate crepe. It is kind of neat to walk along the street where hippie legends were made but it is also kind of a bummer to look at all the left-over hippies who look so lost and all the rich colllege kids trying to pretend to be hippies. Plus, it smells of booze, piss, incencse and pot. I don't know. It isn't my scene. But, I do like the old homes there. Tried to remember which house Janis Joplin lived in. Asked a kid who was on the street with me and he wasn't sure, but he he did point out the Hendrix house.

Oh, but, I got to meet ing this evening!!!! Yay! Had a blast hanging out with her! Witty, funny and beautiful! It was much fun! But, I digress ---

For some reason, I've debated whether or not I wanted to share this on my blog -- but what the hell?!?!

After reading Tuesday's newspaper, I decided to head back home. I had walked all the way from the piers to the edge of Tenderloin to have tea at this cool little café I enjoy. It was cold and looked like it might rain at any minute so I opted to take the bus back to the underground (AKA subway) MUNI to head back to Ingleside. I don’t like riding the busses. I am a magnet for oddness and it seems that they are often filled with the odd stench of mothballs and body odor, but this would be a short ride and I had my iPod.

The bus stop is not too far from one of the many strip clubs in the area. Though, seedy there is a kind of cool vibe about it. You get the feeling that in a few years these places will most likely be nothing more than a memory. To many, I think that is a good thing but I kind of like knowing that seedy isn’t too far away. Like, I am glad I got to see Times Square before it was Disney-fied. I wish I could have seen the true Times Square of the late 60’s and 70’s. That would have been interesting.

Anyway, I digress.

I stood there staring off into space milling a million thoughts through my head with the Chronicle clutched in my left hand and iPod in my right. I hadn’t turned it on yet. I like to be fully aware of what is going done around me when in these areas of town.

I caught a scent of nice perfume and then a smoky voice asked, “Any good news, baby?”

I turned. It was a pretty woman of color with her hair pinned up, an interesting sort of sweater coat, a huge purse and massive black boots with spike heels.

“No. Just bad news as per usual. Do you want it? I’m all done,” I answered.

She smiled and told me she liked the horoscope and the sports sections. She took it with thanks. We stood there waiting for the bus. She sighed.

“So, sweetie, what time is it anyway?”

I looked my watch and told her it was 3:45. She sighed again. I could feel her looking at me but I liked the way she smelled. So, since she was looking at me I asked, “You have a great scent. What are you wearing?”

She laughed. “ I knew it. You’re a gay boy. I just couldn’t quite decide. Thanks. I borrowed a few sprays on my way out. I was worried I stunk.”

I smiled, “Well, I’m queer but hardly a boy. I love you for calling me a boy, though!”

She laughed and told me that gay “dudes” stay younger than straight guys. She then said something about how she wished straight guys would start to copy “her” gay boys more. She then told me that her boots were killing her and that she had been dancing for hours. I am a little slow on the pick up, but it struck me that she must have just come out of the seedy little strip joint/bar.

“Do you dance there?” I asked.

And, her answer amused me, but not in a comical way. She answered by saying, “Dancing? Well, I guess you could call it that. I gave up on the idea of being a dancer years ago. It’s a living.”

We both turned as we heard the bus approaching. A suspect looking guy sort of came out of nowhere and walked up to her. He mumbled something and seemed to be ignoring him. I started toward the bus door, but she stayed in place. I looked and the guy had her arm. He was whispering to her and she looked annoyed. Probably not too smart of me, but I asked, “Are you ok?”

And she smiled at me and nodded to indicate she was cool. I got on the bus. I bent down and watched as the bus pulled away. She was turning and walking back toward the bar with the guy.

I turned on my iPod to shuffle and said a little prayer for her.

How much is a choice and how much is a trap? When does something from being an act of liberation to an act of desperation? Did she hate that man or was that an act on her part for his benefit?

…And, why would you elect to wear dominatrix like boots after dancing for hours?

Suzanne Palmer came on the iPod. I closed my eyes and imagined that lady dancing to the song. I wondered what her name was. I hoped it was Trixie.


Blogger adrock2xander said...

Amazing But True:

Due to my sexual ambiguity...ive had transexuals and transvestites comin up to me on several occassions...

I was 21 when a gay man declared his love for me (we're rather good friends)...i wasnt attracted to him though...

It's hard to decide what you are when you love women and pussy, but love flirting with men...

Help! :)

6:32 AM  
Blogger snarl71 said...

That's a sweet story.

As for Haight-Ashbury...that Gap was there in 97 when we lived there. I remembered people bitching about the H-A selling out by having a Gap there.

Did you go to Ameoba?

7:24 AM  
Blogger ginab said...

Ahh, the smells of booze, piss, incencse and pot. The smells of paradise deserving of a backward glance. Boots does this, too. Comes up for air, and in her boots she feels taller, Byzantine.

I heard about a CD and a meeting up and yeah!!!!!!!!!!!

8:42 AM  
Blogger matty said...

adrock2xander -- Why do you need to have a label? Enjoy what you enjoy when you feel appropriate to enjoy it. You're a good guy. Just be honest with those you love. And, rock on!

Karl -- Yeah, Alan reminded me of that last night. I did walk thru Ameoba, but it is just such a big ol mess. How do people work thru all of that stuff????

Gina -- Yay! Yeah, it was a lot of fun! Hope you enjoy the CD!! I think you will. He is really incredible! And, ing is so cool!

11:13 AM  
Blogger matty said...

what is up with those funny symbols in my posting vs the letters I typed!?!?!? Odd.

11:14 AM  
Blogger ginab said...


12:17 PM  
Blogger ing said...


Will you ever let your inner hippie shine? You're still allowed to wear deodorant, even if you choose to go all Devandra.

Which reminds me -- this morning at work I listened to the CD you burned me; thanks! I'm no longer the huge war advocate I once was. . .

You do look a lot younger than most of the men I meet who claim, anyway, to be my age. I have a theory about that. Maybe straight men lie about that stuff?



It looks like sometimes the funny symbols appear when you're trying to use accented latin, right? Are you clicking on the edit menu, then on "special characters," then on the Latin character, then on "insert?"


Okay, now I'm my old cool self again.

Anyway, yo, Matty, peace out and stuff. I have a certain Friday night free. Should I ask a certain writer-guy if he wants to see Olivia Newton John (a proper role model if there ever was one), or would you rather I didn't?

9:25 PM  
Blogger matty said...

ginab -- Oh, my -- I hope it wasn't the droogs causing my odd type issues!

ing! I might start channeling my inner-hippie but I think the others would reject me due to my cologne and deodorant. ...I just met someone who uses a rock. He says it works. But, he is an investment banker or some such. Not a hippie. I think he must be into that whole leather culture/scene. I don't think they like "unnatural" scents either.

I'm so psyched you can join us!!!! Am sendin' ya an email.

Nerd to By Far Smater Nerd: Oh! I didn't even know about that! Someone else told me it was because I was cut/pasting from a Word document, but thank you for solving the mystery!!! I was quite perplexed and would have never figured that out!

12:23 AM  
Blogger Karyn said...

But you never found out what she was wearing for a scent!

You know how - I think it is in Chinese - the word crisis & opportunity are the same thing - - sometimes I think the phrases "trap" and "liberate" are not all that different either, depending of course on their usage.

6:11 AM  

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