Today is Mike P.'s birthday. Mine is tomorrow. I "lost my virginity" to him 34 years ago. We had sex twice. It was a complicated thing. Not physically, emotionally. My family was very messed up at the time, and i was in a whirlwind of emotions, too much to go into all now. In the end, we broke up because my dad was violent and Mike was getting threatened after they found out i was at his house alone with him. Pretty much a mutual thing. I didn't want him to have to deal with that.Never a passionate affair, we mostly sat in his friend Mark's car and held hands and talked during lunch. We had sex because it seemed the thing to do. Luckily he was smart and considerate, got the condom, put it on, took his time, all that. He was a fantastic garage band guitarist. LOVED Queen, totally turned me on to them.
A few years later I sang in a show he played for. I took it by storm, if i do say so myself. All Alice Cooper, there was one point at the end/ climax of a song where I was supposed to hold this note out for 8 measures. At the end of the phrase i had more. Only problem was there was a big bunch of musicians playing, being conducted, and we'd practiced it with the 8 measure thing. I phased a little down watching the little red baton light. When saw it swing back up it was like nothing else. All those musicians had to go with it while I kept it out there for 8 more. All together I held it more than two minutes. Well, that's what it seems like now, anyway. We were all so stoked, the auditorium was packed and the audience was crazy. we got a standing ovation for another two minutes.
Mike and I, we're still friendly. He has waist length red hair and does the sound system for the Crystal Cathedral, also music for a very old school Christian radio show.
My best friend Beth's birthday was the day before yesterday. Same year. She was smart like a whip. With a little attitude. She made/ let her boyfriend Mark do anything sexually that made her feel good. No intercourse, not much for him, but she got hers. She turned me on to Lou Reed. She's teaching English at a women's college in Japan now. She didn't return my last email.
And I'm unemployed in Seattle, dirt poor, sitting in a coffee shop online because my internet is shut off for nonpayment.
My daughter made me a beautiful card the other day in her painting class. Just a little generic thank-you card, it said "Thanks." but inside she had painted a sky with golds and oranges, dark blues and a little grey, then light, entitled Blue Skies. Underneath the painting, in the message part, she wrote: "For Giving Me Life."
It's a Happy Birth Day
