I still have an averse reaction to the whole chest stripe shirt/sweater movement that refuses to die after three years. I just can’t do it. I’ve come close to buying one of those abhorrent things but I just can’t. I mean I never thought I’d ever actually start wearing ball caps. That is enough of a mainstream jump for me.
I did bow down and buy a pair of Gap leather pants Monday. I wore them on Saturday at a Halloween party – I was the altar boy in leather pants. They feel real good.
I’m currently sharing my dating interest between two guys. Richard knows about Erik, but Erik doesn’t know about Richard. I mean if asked by Erik what’s up I’ll tell him. I figure he just assumes what is going on. Last night Nick’s friend Jeff was asking me about dating multiple people. I mean, why not? I enjoy both of the guys immensely and they are both very dear to me right now. Why should I have to choose if I’m not asked to? I think the way I see it is – well – to illustrate it best was when Richard asked me ‘what I wanted… what I was looking for…’ What do I want? The time and money to produce my art(s). What am I looking for? Long periods of uninterrupted creative play time. I don’t even think about having a soliatry boyfriend right now. If it ends up like that then fine. But I don’t feel this blinding urge to commit my life to one person. I guess I’m just self-focused. I’ve committed my life to my self. I’m my own daddy, daddio.
The show I’m working on now has an insane rehearsal schedule. I just think it is nutty to rehearse actors past four hours. We rehearsed from 2-7pm yesterday. At least there was the admission that perhaps we might be over-rehearsing. I usually rehease actors for three to three and a half hours – but if you push it to four that last half hour is for shit. And even more importantly is this is the same actors for five hours – the show’s plots aren’t big enough to give entire sets of actors a break. Maybe I’m just a whiner. Well shit. We already knew that.