Azucar

I just finished a book recommended by diarist and birthday-sharer of mine Caffeine Queen – I am not myself these days by Josh Kilmer-Purcell. It was pretty much awesome. I cried a lot. I highly recommend it. I could relate, having spent my formative gay years as a club kid in the 90s. Drugs, alcohol, drag queens, and prostitutes were all around me, and his portrayal was real… I would love to meet him and hug him.

I’m having a great time with my teacher training students. I see them all the time, and one of them is moving into the assistance portion of our time together. This is the fun part.

Rich’s mom is coming up tomorrow. She called and he invited her up so that we could spend the day looking at houses in our area for her, and he also volunteered my services as a massage therapist and yoga teacher to help her with some issues she’s having. I’m happy to help, but he totally fucked up my day. We were going to play softball in the morning and then spend the rest of the day at the lake… but now we’re going to haul her around to find a place with a gazebo. That we’ll end up paying for.

Meh, I’ve got to shake this pissy mood. I was watching some tv that i’ve had on the DVR when he woke up from a nap in a sour mood, and it got to me. He’s really hard to be around when he gets down. Have I mentioned how he’ll do something rude and when I point out that hey, that was rude he gets mad? He tells me that me pointing out his own rudeness is even more rude… so I usually just shelve it for a day and say ‘Hey, when you did that thing that was rude? I was hurt/offended/less than amazed’. Ugh, I need some alone time. 9am kundalini class, here I come.

**edit**

it’s one day later, and I realize that this entry was written under the influence. That book had a bittersweet ending (i had the version that included the ‘tracking down jack’ epilogue that describes their reunion of sorts), and I was a little… emotional. Dang, it was a good book. Can’t wait to get another book… I’ll need something to read to keep me company during the stretches of quiet time this next weekend… I’m going to Dallas for a softball tournament.