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Ah yes ... I'm sitting at my usual perch in Quiet Storm, watching the snow and not feeling motivated to venture out into it, you know, ever. It's beautiful. It reminds me of that night in Chicago with Henry, sitting here and watching the snowfall through the giant windows. Giant windows and traffic ... funny, how that one night spent in Henry's loft more than a decade ago has colored how I feel and desire once the sun goes down and the snow starts falling. I want to be around people. I want to just sit and watch. Henry and I didn't have many dates; that was probably our one and only "real" date, though we went to Estelle's for drinks many a time. And in my memory, it feels like we sat in his living room for just hours talking, and watching it snow.

I remember his back fire escape. The fire escape was right on the el tracks, between the Damen and Ashland stops - the last stretch of tracks before the el goes underground. Oh, the noise! But oh, how it becomes just another part of the backdrop, the music of life.

I liked my life there. I felt like I had control. It's still hard to believe how thoroughly I abdicated that responsibility sometimes.

Henry would be 60 years old now - 61, maybe. I wonder what's become of him. I wonder how he's doing, if he's happy. He had beautiful white hair that he wore in a ponytail, and I was so, so sad when he cut it short.


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Jan. 17th, 2004 04:29 pm (UTC)
Can you send a post card?

...I drew cartoons on my 1st co-op in MN during a snow storm that lasted days...can't remember the name of it...
Jan. 17th, 2004 07:11 pm (UTC)
A post card? To you? To Henry? Of the snow? Of Chicago? Of cartoons?

I send lots of post cards to khaosinc, but almost none of them arrive.

But yes - if you want a post card, tell me where to send it. If you think I should send a post card to Henry ... well, I wouldn't really know where to look for him after so long, and anyway, I wouldn't know what to say.
Jan. 19th, 2004 07:11 pm (UTC)
yeah, I was thinking of Henry. Sometimes I wonder where my old lovers are (most married to men, hmmmm)

I guess some people who I wouldn't necessarily want in my life again, I'd like to do the Hallmark card thing & say "hi, thinking of you"
Jan. 19th, 2004 09:27 pm (UTC)
I had a long-running fantasy ... I wished I could have all of my exes, everyone I've ever been sexual with, stand in a line. I often wonder how many are dead (one that I know of), how many are in jail (plenty have spent time there; no clue on current stats), how many are married (four off the top of my head), how many of the men have since come out as gay (at least three, though I suspect several others), how many would want to kick my ass, and how many would enjoy catching up over coffee.

How fleeting those moments seem. How many adventures. How many tears.
Jan. 19th, 2004 09:34 pm (UTC)
That's what good comics are mad of <:
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