Opera

i think ive become gayer in the two days since ive left the island. first i was listening to house music non stop. frentz said it was cause of melancholia or sumin freudian like that. (really it was cause i wanted to date kaskade.) now ive moved on to benny benassi. wtf? who am i? i got john updike's seek my face on my nightstand and i had oatmeal for dinner and was shaking my fist to the sky bout how fast the cars were goin on the kingsway and last nite was spent paying my american express and, for fun, downloading my year end statement summary. (fyi, i pparently spent the most on restaurants, clothing and travel in 2006. in that order.) in other words: im a old man. a old man. but being in this house doesnt help my situation. of being a gay old man.

(me in the kitchen, tom in the living room waiting for his cab, getting his things ready)

tom: emmanuel.
emmanuel: yes?
t: do you like baroque opera?
e: ya, you know, opera's not really something im very familiar with. at all, actually.
t: well do you like la la human steps?
e: yes, very much.
t: here. (hands me Les Boreades featuring La La La Human Steps)
e: opera. oh. ok. ya. (thankful but, um, kina confused)
t: well it's baroque opera.
(silence. *what's the difference?* im spose to know the difference? i dont know the difference.)
t: then watch this. (hands me Oedipus Rex, Stravinsky.) it's with jessye. uuoohhh. to die for.
e: um, okay. thanks.

i think i may even have said "gee, thanks." i mean, ya, i was genuinely thankful. it s just i dunno. opera. may as well have offered me some selections from falcon video. (wait a minute wait a minute...now that i think of it, what is it with everyone trying to get me to like opera? yesterday, amanda sent me a email bout opera this fall, me and her, rather than going to the view now that rosie's gone. i told her to count me in for the dressing up (im pretty delusional and imagine myself getting a marc jacobs collection suit by the fall in anticipation of job interviews and wearing this to the opera rather than a tux though i would love to get myself into a ralph lauren purple label tux...it would be dope times 20!!! to show up to talk about leprosy and the US colonial occupation of the philippines, 1901 to 1941 thank you very much in a tux, son!!!) and to count me in for the kir royal at the lobby but id meet her at the mcdonald's down the street from lincoln centre while she was watching some opera. so sex and the city i know. anyhow...) my point is im not puttin down gay men or older gay men. all respect for the elders. im jus sayin...im pretty gay on my own thanks very much. ive a feeling, though, vancouver and being in this house with all the kimonos and not one but two count em TWO japanese tea houses on the lot? im a hate crime waiting to happen.