Let’s see, it’s Tuesday, so I’m almost a week into my bachelor time here at the House of Kyle. Â Let’s catch up a little.
Friday night, I headed downtown to the Brotherhood, one of my favorite bars to hang out in and owned by a friend of mine. Â My goal was to get some happy hour beers and maybe hang out with some friends. Â As I came in out of the rain, I saw some butches sitting on the far corner of the bar. Â I knew all but one, so introductions were made and we did some catching up. Â The bartender, Angie, was so surprised to see me out and about, she bought me the first beer. Â That was a sign of good things to come.
One of the butches, is also a writer and we had a spirited and alcohol fueled conversation about the joys and tribulations of writing. Â I encouraged her to continue writing and putting it on the web where people could read it. Â I envy her way with descriptive words and phrases and her skills of observation bring a lot of depth to everything she writes.
Sitting on the other side of me was another friend. Â She and I got into conversation about gender, masculinity, trans topics and the like. Â She’s been learning a lot from her queer sister and some FTM friends. Â She knows she’s got a lot to learn with regard to vocab and philosophy, and she’s wonderfully open and eager to learn. Â Her boyfriend, the bar owner, joined us as well. Â He and I have known each other for almost 20 years. Â Before long, he had ordered a round for the group of us and that’s how I ended up with a shot of Hussong’s tequila to go along with my second beer.
Did I mention I hadn’t had dinner yet? I had a late lunch, from 1 – 2, at my favorite brew pub, the Fish Tale. Â Along with a delicious Rachel sandwhich (Reuben with turkey instead of corned beef), I had an organic amber. Â I think I might have snacked at home before leaving for the bar, but by the time the tequila was hitting me, I was in need of something more substantial.
The bar owner and girlfriend were also in need of chow, so we set off together. Â They recommended Al Forno Ferruzza, a new place on Fourth, featuring excellent thin crust pizza, calzones and stromboli, among other tasty dishes. Â I ordered a very basic pizza and can’t for the life of me remember the name. Â At any rate, it was delicious and filled me with happy-tummy feelings. Â Even better, my friend decided to treat me. Â I’m going to pay that forward by taking Roxy there for dinner, and dessert. Â Not only do they have great vegetarian options, they serve classic coke in bottles and have a reputation for excellent canolli.
I had a soccer game on Saturday, but not until 1 pm, leaving me plenty of time to sleep in and still get some housework done. Â I busted out some much needed work downstairs, clearing out the grotto so that it could be a guest room later this week. Â I processed a bunch of recycling, sorted out items for Goodwill and other destinations. Â My soccer game was fairly mild, even if the weather wasn’t. Â There was rain and sunshine, alternating, with an almost constant bitter cold wind. Â We won handily against the weaker team, meaning I stood watching from the goal most of the time. Â And getting cold. Â By the time I rode my bike home, it hurt to breath and my sinuses were full.
That’s one thing I hadn’t counted on, getting sick. Â I bucked up for Sunday, because I had appointments in Seattle, but since then, I’ve worked from home more than in the office.
On Sunday, I had a date with a photographer. Â SD Holman is collecting photos and words for her Butch Photography Project, which will result in a book, at least. Â I made my way up and was greeted by Jen Crothers, who I met at Butch Voices in Portland. Â Jen is acting as assistant for the project. Â I spent a half-hour with SD. Â It wasn’t anything like being photographed by Roxy, and I was a bit nervous. Â SD didn’t want to give direction, she wanted me to do whatever I needed to in order to express my butchness. Â I struck some poses and threw some meaningful looks. Â With Roxy, I’m way more relaxed and she’s more spontaneous. Â She gives direction and makes suggestions and it’s more play than serious. Â Probably not surprising that I’d be more relaxed with her. Â I’m a little worried that my photos with SD will come out a bit rigid and forced, but I haven’t seen any, so I don’t have a clue. Â I talked to Roxy afterward and confessed that I felt some butch envy/insecurity about the whole thing. Â SD is very butch in a completely unambiguous way and I’d showed up in a button down, doing my suburban butch dad/engineer thing. Â I’m not sure I’ll ever be completely immune to that insecurity, but I also know a photo book of butch clones isn’t what Holman is going for, and I support that vision.
After completing the session, I had a lot of time to kill on Capitol Hill before meeting Onyx and Scarlet for dinner. Â I got an expensive and overly-pretentious mocha and walked the length of Broadway. Â Some things haven’t changed much there in the decades since I used to frequent those sidewalks and bars. Â It’s still a young and fairly superficial place. Â In a salute to my younger years, I had a slice at Pagliacci’s, browsed the SGN and watched bundled up hipsters rush by on the side walk.
A couple of hours later, after having a beer at the Wildrose and buying a glass dildo at Babeland, I was holding a table at Ayuttaya, a Thai restaurant nearby. Â Onyx and Scarlett soon joined me and we were soon eating great food and having great conversation. Â Topics ranged from work, the dearth of quality technical employees available, gender variance, writing and more. Â The evening ended all too soon, as Onyx had to work that night. Â We are in agreement that going whole years between visits is too much, we really enjoy hanging out.
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