so, it has just occurred to me that when bob mackie designs clothes he isn't designing them for women but rather really really svelte drag queens. not that i have ever spent much time before considering what bob mackie does and why - nor will i likely again.
my belly is in excruciating double over and scream pain at the moment except that i rarely double over and scream. but i will say it is extraordinarily difficult to type or even think at the moment.
so amongst the people the internet has brought back to me is my first college room mate. kyla. i love; adore kyla. i had considered naming malachai kyla if he was a girl. now i couldn't use the name because otherwise it would be kai and ky. it wasn't so much that i wanted to name "her" after kyla but i really like the name and it's the only name that i really like that i also really like the person. i don't think i'm making any sense. we shared a room that just barely fit two beds; two desks; two bureaus. as small as they could legally make it. and believe me i'm not just saying that because it was college etc etc. cuz my next two dorm rooms were like mansion suites .. . actually one of them literally was a mansion suite. but i digress.
so here i am 17 and an only child from boston about to room in a shoebox with the oldest of 6 children from fort kent maine. on the face of it she and i were polar opposites - physically she was 5'2" with a little pixie face and a very large bosom. also, she was very shy and quiet. ah, but there's the rub. she was quiet outside the room - - - inside the room on the other hand yap yap yap heehee noone believed me. they would say, how do you guys get along so well? oh, also, i used to like to pick her up which she wasn't quite as thrilled with :) so we would talk about everything. although i tended to be more quiet in the room. and we would talk into the early morning. a lot about politics and race and the like. and we disagreed on so very many points to the point where we would be near tears in frustration with one another. and yet, we had only one actual argument in the whole year. but i don't want to talk about that cuz even now - 20 years later the look on her face makes me sad. oh, and how things dovetail. kyla planned a surprise party for my 18th birthday and invited gideon down for it. it was a great party - bunch of 17 /18 year olds running around a motel.
i suppose that was all a little disjointed. i'm sorry. my belly, foot and hips hurt; my mind is buggled and i've miles to go before i sleep
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain.
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