Moth-Child in the City

[beetiger]

I don't really go into Manhattan very often, considering I only live about 30 miles or so away. I don't like driving, or parking, in the city, which means I'm driving half an hour to a train to ride half an hour into the city, and that I'm limited on doing late-night stuff because the trains stop running around 1:30 am. The activation energy to get to something, especially on a weeknight, is just very high. More importantly, bard_bloom doesn't care for New York much; he's got some dread fear of the monsters that live in the sewers there left over from stories his Midwestern parents used to tell him when he was a child or something. No other city bothers him that way, as far as I can tell. It's kind of a shame, because I really like the city, and there are a lot of things to be done here which just aren't available in the 'burbs.

For some reason, this last week, some combination of synchronicity and a sudden feeling of "hey, it's not going to get any easier than this" brought me into the city three times in a week. The first was the opportunity to go see the Indigo Girls in concert at Central Park SummerAutumnstage with lapis_lazuli.They were in wonderful form, as was the urban-dykey harmony-beltin' audience. I left with a bit of a vision of one of my alternate lives, the one where I never met Bard and became a granola and feminist theory lesbian after all. I also left with a commitment to buy their new album as soon as it comes out, as they played some of the new pieces from it and they were astoundingly good.

Then, over the weekend, postvixen and postrodent finally came out to see us in New York, and besides feeding them whole-wheat-crusted apple pie from the tree apples, we went into the city for the afternoon to commit various food-related tourism, including a browse through the Union Square Greenmarket, whole fried fish, hijiki salad, weird Japanese candy, and the powdered milky goodness of Ten Ren bubble tea. We also took a stop in at Damask (even thinking about wearing latex corsets when you are 50 pounds over your usual weight is kind of a futile exercise), and a longish browse through the Strand, one of my favorite hangouts ever since I was a teenager. postrodent documented urban decay.

Last night, I inexplicably agreed to be part of an intro to polyamory workshop being run by a friend who is in business as an alternative relationships dating service, which she was running in Manhattan. I managed to negotiate the work-to-train timing correctly, and although I was disturbingly winded by walking the six or so blocks from the train station to the event, I made it in time to playfully disagree with my friend and copanelist Joe on nearly everything, and I hope, teach somebody something. The crowd she'd collected were really more in the swingers' camp, desperately straight and kind of confused about all this talk about loving people and somewhat disappointed that we didn't have any tips on how married men can pick up single chicks. I came home late and tired, and I think that's the end of the expeditions for now.

Yawn.

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[zantiphia.livejournal.com]

im gonna be in the city the 17th for a party/club night,
(my birthday)


*hi*

~me