So how did this end up stuck to my denimed thigh in a bar last night considering 8 hours earlier I was fully knocked out and having surgery?


Because I'm stubborn. That's why.

Surgery went well. In at 8. In the OR at 10. Woke up in recovery at 10:40 and home around 12:30. Barely any bleeding which ended before I left the hospital. No pain...and therefore never took the codeine which is still sitting in my bag, nor needed anything while in recovery either. That is, no pain except for the headache from the anesthesia which would hit whenever I stood up.

Biopsy will take a few days and I don't expect any bad surprises.


When I stayed still, I'd begin to feel energized and would get up and move. After a few minutes, I'd be wiped and my head would pound. Back to bed. The bunny was wonderful. He was right there...helping me all day until late last night.

The way I know I'm really wiped is when I actually allow someone to do things for me...or even (gasp) ask for something, such as water or food.

About 5 pm I was antsy. Feeling a little stronger, I asked C if he'd drive me to FELS, the Libation Society gathering for an hour or so. I needed to get out for a bit and promised I'd leave when I was exhausted. He acquiesced. We went.

It's the beginning of Pride weekend.

While sitting on the couch in the bar of The Rosebud, someone slapped the sticker on my thigh.

My presurgery drip taken in post op:



(It's a little challenging trying to take a photo when your trigger finger has that pulse measuring thingy on it)


And my after post surgery drip - a seabreeze...



I have more to write about yesterday's experience but want to share it with a certain someone first. He has sporadic and spotty cell reception this weekend and sadly, in the 10 minutes I stepped out for coffee this morning, I missed his call.

Yesterday was powerful. It ended up being a pretty intense scene that touched upon much more than my uterus. It went deep. I realized it in the afternoon and was the reason I needed to get out, with people, and grab a quick drink. It was a way of grounding myself.

Last night I received an invitation for a play party, set up for heavy players. It's tomorrow evening, and because of today's procedure, I doubt I'll be in a condition to play.

Sigh.

C is picking me up in a half hour to take me to the hospital.

Pride is this weekend. I'm not sure how much of the festivities I'll be able to attend.

It's a fucking strange weekend.
Everything is up in the air.

Unsettled and odd. So much happening internally and weirdly, not really related to today's medical stuff. I'm feeling very isolated and out of sorts. Confused about where I belong and how I see myself in this world. Definitely a square box trying to fit in a round hole kind of day.

Intense play would have been perfect.
Shake out the kinks.

Some of the glitz found at Glitz On Broadway!, a new shop I discovered last night while walking around with my coworkers. We popped in so one of them could try on a few things. It's a fun shop.

In the back of the shop, is this tribute to Marilyn:

What a long day!

I left for work early yesterday morning and didn't get home until 10 pm. It was a staff retreat day. All 13 of us met at a donor's home that was offered to us for the day. This image is from their window. Lovely setting. It made for a special day.

Afterward, one of the regional staff and I went out for happy hour drinks, and then met up with two others for dinner. It was a wonderful time.

Here is this week's Freewill Astrology that I didn't get a chance to post yesterday.

Tomorrow, I'm going in for some minor outpatient surgery...a D & C. They need to take out the mass from my uterine wall for biopsy. We're all pretty sure it's only a polyp, so I'm not too worried. It seems the recovery from the general anesthesia will take longer than recovering from the procedure. So, depending upon my stamina, I may or may not be posting tomorrow.


I haven't painted or drawn this week. It's been a busy week and on top of it, I've been fully exhausted when I've gotten home from work. Simply depleted. Maybe I can do a bit on Saturday afternoon or Sunday.

There's more to write and hopefully I can get to it later today.

The sun is shining...and I've much to do at work. Have a good day!

Creature Comforts


My new favorite tv show and it's actually on a major network, Monday nights on CBS. Yeah...I'm surprised. It feels like a cable show.

It's good and one of the few shows (seeing I don't have cable) where I burst out laughing a few times.

Interviews are done with the general public and then they are added to claymation animals. Here's the wiki info on the show which did begin in Britain.

You can go here to watch some of the episodes.

From Ghetto of our Mind blog:

"Hailed as a cross between "Wallace and Gromit" and This American Life, "Creature Comforts" uses Nick Park's trademark stop-motion animation to give voice to real-person interviews of everyday Americans all across the country."

It's the beginning of gay pride week in Seattle. Tonight I noticed one of tenants in our building has a large pride flag flying from outside his window. It makes me smile.

I haven't gotten back to drawing yet, but should at least pick up my drawing book for a bit tonight. Little by little, I plan on doing more.

Father's Day, just like Mother's Day, pretty much trashes me. Many complicated feelings. But this evening I spoke with my parents for an hour. At some point, we got into a groove where I could meet them where they are at. Times like that allows the conversation to flow. I wish it could happen more.


Lately I've been feeling very private.
What I will say is how incredibly fortunate I am.

"Who can sleep with brows on the prowl?"

On Friday, Roger and I caught a Larry Blamire film that he was premiering at SIFF - Trail of the Screaming Forehead.

"The converging plotlines concern a small town infestation of crawling foreheads that begin attaching to people and taking them over," Blamire says. "Unfortunately, they stick out -- perhaps the most obvious 'secret' invasion ever. Meanwhile, a scientist's experiments withdrawing foreheadazine (trying to prove that the forehead is the source of all human knowledge) go horribly, horribly wrong.... The fate of the town rests with Big Dan Frater and his pal Dutch "The Swede" Annacrombie, helped by the town's ace librarian, Miss Millie Healey."

Although there really weren't enough jokes for an hour and half, it was silly, deeply color-saturated fun. Check out the trailer in the above link.

On Saturday night, while out at dinner in celebration of D's birthday and splitting an appetizer of scallops, prawns and squid, we enjoyed another, albeit unintentional, homage to old creature feature films:




What a good looking birthday guy but watch out for his bite!

I opted to only do a photo blog while on vacation, because well…I was on vacation. The break from having to compose was wonderful.

Bullet blog entry:

I enjoyed hanging out some with some good friends - Kerry...Matt.

Seeing Thor, Jeff and others was also a big treat.

Connecting with newer folks on a greater level. It was wonderful spending time and getting to know Kyle, Pete who came down from Boston and some fun one on one with Ernie.

Ernie and I spent an afternoon at MoMA, meeting in the lobby, each with brand new purchases from The Gap. We were early, and while waiting for the other, both walked into the store to buy a new shirt, not knowing the other was in there shopping!

Being introduced to NYC's oldest gay bar - a nice little piece of history.

Museums, galleries.

Worked drawings just about every day.

Took a buttload of photographs. I'll be posting some more here, as well as continue to post others in the New York in Black and White community.

Becoming more comfortable with the subway system.

Many, many more things.


Leaving was surreal, one reason being seeing this man in the morning...



...then hopping a plane, flying 3000 miles, and an hour after I arrive home, I'm at dinner with these two-



It wasn't near enough time to spend with Bill and Daniel, but I'm thrilled that we had the opportunity to get together for a bit before they flew home the next day.


Nayland, thank you for everything.

For now, a quickie.
I flew back on Tuesday.
Potent trip.
Experiences above and beyond what I could have imagined.

I've spent the last few days immersed in work, dealing with jet lag and resting, resting, resting.

Now I'm off for brunch and errands with Phil, maybe a fun movie later...and I will resume blogging.


(from Projects 85 by Dan Perjovschi at the MoMA)

Somewhere in Prospect Park, Brooklyn~

Boy oh boy they were good.

Chelsea~






(For you)

Captured moments~

Last night....while out for a wonderful evening with Nayland, Kerry and Michael...a bathroom shot from the Blue and Gold bar.

Great jukebox.
Cheap delicious scotch.
Fabulous company.

City Hall Park fountain - NYC

Juxtaposition

Found in the park across the street from the Park Place subway entrance. I think it's City Hall Park.

These were side by side, the metal sculpture on the left and the tree right next to it.

And here is this week's Freewill Astrology.

From Brezsny's newsletter:

"You are gods who have forgotten who they are. You are emperors who have fallen asleep and are dreaming that they have become beggars. Now beggars are trying to become emperors, in dreams they are making great efforts to become emperors, and all that is needed is to wake up!"
- Osho

Here are June's 'scopes from Eric Frances: Planet Waves and Inner Space.

I'm getting used to the heat and so my mind is still mush.
All I have for you is an image I shot yesterday at the airport while rushing to my gate.