Vignettes

#1

So, I went to dance class tonight, experienced much of the lyrical schmaltz that represents the fact that I am, indeed, not white enough for the B'way Dance Center. And since I have concluded from the hip hop/video classes that I am too white, where's a girl to turn?

To her roots, that's where!

And I have realized that my roots are with the gays. In my heart of hearts, friends, I am a gay man. I just haven't discovered which one yet. For a while I thought I was a black gay man, but images of certain belligerent Middlebury alumni spring up in my head, and that can't be right. I'm entirely too non-confrontational. I will, for now, have to remain a white gay man...

#2

And what better segue than that to lead into my love for Li'l Wes Veldink?! His name is really just Wes Veldink, but he's a little man, so I took some liberties. Don't let that picture scare you. He is the cutest thing ever. He choreographs to Ani Difranco and Alanis Morissette and the like. I took his class once this summer and gained nothing but bruised knees -- nonetheless, he moves me (accent on the oooooh!). I could watch his little writhing body for hours (my that sounded dirty). Tonight, I took a dance class where we danced to Tori (and by we, I mean everyone in unison and me half a beat behind). I knew that class with Li'l Wes would probably only offer lyrical, so I took a chance and ended up with lyrical anyway! But nevertheless, I got to watch that shining little mohawked man after my own class, and it was glorious, glorious GLORIOUS! I heart him.

#3

I was riding here on the subway, and I saw these two Jewish (I think) boys in full black man gear (i.e. ENYCE, Fubu, SeanJohn, Phat Farm, what-have-you), and they were all, like, "Whaddup?" And I thought, I wonder if the black people are pissed off that we honkies have completely bastardized their style? We as white people don't often have such thoughts because we're all about conformity and, thus, forcing other ethnicities to be like us. But on the other hand, maybe this is like fashion karma since we just look like schmucks.

#4

I went on a fashion shoot yesterday. It was a lot of sitting around. Even for the models. I did realize that I am way not on drugs enough to be in the fashion industry. At one point, everyone was talking about using gas masks to get stoned, and I was, like, "Yeah, totally..." (Except for I was more the stoned, silent type, to be honest.) I'm also way not sexually involved enough to be in the fashion industry... or maybe it's just the real world. I just keep realizing more and more than I am completely inexperienced. Which can be a good thing, but more often than not leaves you speechless.

#5

Went to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show with my SanFranGayMan on Saturday Night. I think the moment that took the cake was when this 17-year-old goth lesbian sent her lover and 12-year-old(!) sister up to fake orgasms in front of the rest of the crowd (they were Rocky virgins, of course)...

Okay, then... I'd go on and on and on, but I gotta wrap it up before all of this is lost. Sorry to those of you I haven't e-mailed. I'm a-workin on it!