forgive me for being away from the blog for awhile. and no, i haven't found a gf. phew... i know you were worried what would you do if you didn't have dating atrocities to read?
but let me ask you, have you ever had a mercury in retrograde girl? me neither, except for this mercury in retrograde. you ask what the hell is a merc in retro girl and where can you get one. well, let me tell you. and you have to forgive the true california nature of this story.
sf pride really sucked, especially dyke march! i was hanging with my gang and a woman who, at the time, was at the top of dr. rollingstone's list (it's really sexy when you talk about yourself in the third person. and, i'm working on bringing sexy back. i think i lost my mojo somewhere in the crowd at pride. so, if you found it can you dust it off and send it back to me please). i digress. we had a vip lounge on the lawn of dolores park for dyke march - along with vip passes and the whole nine. the sun was out and everyone was getting wasted on my special white wine and peach sangria (b/c i'm a faggy mo with the penchant for finery). i had macerated those effing peaches over night in brandy. they were plump with alcohol, making the sangria a high alcohol content beverage. and it was "as cold ice...you're willing to sacrafice our love" foreshadowing the events to follow.
i was as happy as a clam. i had my friends around me and the girl i was digging on. and i was being cool. and not overly dorky, like i can be. the day went along smoothly or so my hazy dyke march addled brain thought. when the darkness began to creep into my happiness. i cried out (well in my mind...i did), "don't let the sun go down on me." but it did anyways, no thanks to sir elton john. "the top of my list" picked-up another woman right in front of me. i caught them in an embrace, they flirted, they talked... i wanted to be sad but i couldn't. the best i could do was be anxious. and, insult to injury, they went home together. this is where my mercury in retrograde began.
for all of you who don't know what mercury in retrograde means, here is the rundown.
the days to follow were drama filled and painfully long. and i fell deep into a women-can-kiss-my-grits hole. and then i came across this horoscope:
"All that goofiness going on in your partnership sector offers a splendid opportunity to re-evaluate all kinds of one-on-ones. (Which, in case you don't know it, is what this current Mercury retrograde madness is all about.) Once you've pulled the threads of a relationship together, you'll see an interesting pattern." - Double Team, Psychic Dream (SFBG.com)
my pattern if you haven't already figured it out from my blog is to desire women who ultimately don't want me so that i never have to be emotionally obligated. clever, huh? then i can just complain about my dating life and you get a good laugh (really a win-win situation).
so, i tried to block my ruined sf pride (that's almost serves as a double entendre but i'm not sure that i want it that way) out of mind. and who entered stage left, my mercury in retrograde girl? i didn't know it at the time, it just sort of happened.
have you ever had a mercury in retrograde girl?
she appears out of nowhere and then vanishes into other worlds.
but during merc in retro she is ominpresent
every ounce of her is passion
and you know this b/c she collects problem children
you are lucky not to be a problem or a child. the perfect perch.
she's a fraction of your size but you get to watch her slap the y chromosome out of some dude, as she defends your honor.
and she knows how to rock the vip lounge.
a hero.
and you know it won't last but that's mercury's way - the merry prankster.
so you absorb it all like a sponge that you never want to wring out.
pushing boundaries, pushing texts, pushing drugs.
because she's your mercury in retrograde girl.