Deconstructing Panda
A wise party boy once pleaded to his lover "can't we just have no strings attached sex, downing some jack... I poured the Champaign that night. Such a pristine wreck of an image... a libertine, and not junked out like the band, With loud mouthed all showing out in a baggy t-shirt, he was damn so hip, I was so God damn hip. Underlying is a true death of depressed, shackles that tackle him to the ground, like some incubus fucking, raping, with out consent. It was a pleasure to be so rough almost a luxury.
I live such a sham portraying all these many characters in the hopes to have people like me. Its hard to be real when you are too unsure if most people will like you and you have such a deep paranoia of self image and staring and obsessing at yourself naked in the mirror. I often feel that I am a novelty, a comic, unsexualized, unfuckable. Then I start to wonder about how much of a social fiend I am and all my lovers who were so socially retarded. Or maybe they were the ones who were just beyond it and unfazed by the shallow fixings. They were allowed to view the real me. I often wonder whether or not sex and or love could break down boarders, shatter preconceived notions or just validate them. On Monday while at lunch with Jessik we bumped into our friend Kely who was on of those beyond a crazy. Kely rarely went out, but when she did she always got stuck with boys who thought she was as proper as her well placed image. One night she ended up trying out randomly a boy, who thought she would be the librarian dream with red soles... as her look portrayed. Instead he found a typical equal opportunistic woman who allowed herself to fuck without the emotion or gender trained chastity women of the past should have had. The truth was she was just in it for fun as most of my friends desensitized by boys in the scene. Regardless she was uncomfortable by a scene-boy who showed his emotions, and he was taken off guard by a girl who knew what she wanted... Though they enjoyed each other his stance in a crowded room got him lost in translation of being "one of the good ones"... Who was he to be the "good one" Judging a lifestyle that was what everyone would think he only knew and had to offered.
She left giving me new eyes, now that my fixation was over analyzed and hopefully distinguished I think it was time to have fun and play. It was sad to think that the last week wasn't that eventful in there was nothing substantial to grasp on. By Monday night was as consistent as it could be, really wasn't a shut down as much as just the sexual frustration and indecent surroundings. My dance was free and flounced. The singer gave us soul in her dropped crotch harem pants, that I am ever so obsessed with, she was so butch and pulled it off well.
The next day I went on a lunch date With Pringle. At first I was unsure of what conversational capacity there was to be had. I was delightfully surprised at what we had in common a passion for music hard work and such. I wasn't sure of where I was to be the friend zone. I was unsure whether or not the Light flirting was Pringle's humoring me or being genuine. Regardless Pringles dimples and blond hair really turned me on... No don't think like that BJ this could be another mind fuck you are giving yourself... again. Upon leaving the rather kitschy carb joint, I felt like recreating the scene from Me and You and Everyone we know repeating fuck, and fuck in various ways. I later left to go on an existential hunt, harassing Rox for a quick coffee at the office before meeting Romania and Michael for a light salad and ending my mind at Audrey's.
Wednesday Nana got me to mustered enough energy for a round at Bardot. It quickly packed in and after a few shots of brandy I was socially heightened. It was fun to see everyone and dance so freely and wildly sweating, moving with no judgment. Pringle stood there simple, I preyed for some attention in hopes of being pulled back into the "office" or some other role playing... Instead I received the pat-on-the-back-buddy. I was mildly crushed but knew that the lunch date was now more of a play date...shit! It was bad enough I fell for a patron of the night, now I that I tried to get off the patron and move to a worker of the night, I knew I was setting myself up for sheer disappointment and then some... But I kind of loved it. It was different for Lina who's boyfriend Murray worked the night as a DJ, sure he had his social interactions, but behind the DJ booth he had his eye on the turntable as well as lurking down onto the dance floor where Lina had her bohemian dance.
I can't seem to truly fathom the idea of a relationship, but the idea is a nice one, simply nice and comforting, not to mention the idea of a relationship and the conformity that is involved is a huge step to being. I know now what I didn't years ago, I need to complete myself before having someone else dress my fulfillment, I didn't need the simplicity of others to wrap my complexities up. I need to go away from being strained by my intensities and loosen up, not simplify. I needed to find someone who was simple and willing to build layers of substance on... not impose simplicity.
Labels: bardot, Depression, la boum, purple lounge, standard hollywood