Athens- et en arcadia ego...
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jack_babalonI try not to leave the perimeter If I can help it. I don't know what it is but I hear the dueling banjos from "Deliverance" in the back of my head when I check out of the 404, visions of me with a gun in my back, standing on a cow under the lynching tree at three in the afternoon, having my neck measured for the hangmans noose somewhere between"Sisterfukerville -population 29" and "Daterape county-home of the fightin' Rophies". I can just picture some bible thumping good ol' boy Sheriff stringing me up for the Pabs and Nascar riot-mob: "Well I reckon ya ain't colored but I can smell me a big city liberal queer lovin' Bush hatin' sonovuabitch when I see one-boys fire up the crosses we're cookin' us up a live one tonight!"(SFX: yee-hawing, banjos and rifle fire pop-pop-popping under the big sky of them thar hills).
Luckily for me reality is a good distance from the paranoid constructs of my imagination.
Athens was a wonderful jolt of color and smiles. The first thing I noticed upon arrival was the air, I could breathe deep without coughing up a few liters of smog. Next I noticed no matter how I craned my neck I couldn't find a skyline. Next up was the barrage of tight t-shirted freshman girls strolling along the streets- and the clone army of guys that followed ( I guess by UGA law a male student has to wear a backward baseball hat, long sleeve button up shirt, shorts and sandals in order to validate their credits). I got to meet most of my Firegoddesses friends and family- mainly Witches,Domsand Bears(oh my!). Everyone seemed so laid back to me. I don't know if it's not having to live in the ATL aka "Heart attack city" where everyones in a rush to get somewhere else to rush away from or to or through or if it's simply this little commune like lifestyle where people explore their sexual identities with the pace and relaxation of the recently retired exploring newhobbies. Either way you could feel it in the air. My lady guided me through "Downtown" on foot for a bit on Saturday. What sticks out for me is my sense of smell like Passing an open Fire exit of some bar I got the smell of stale Liqour and cigarettes that I remembered as a kid when my Mom took me down to vacation with her side of the family, the smell of old paper and anticipation going to "Bizarro Wuxtry" (which has to rate as one of the best comic shops I've ever been to just short of "Forbidden Planet" in Manhatten), and the smell of the record store which is kinda like the comic shop but you can just feel the history off the wax fingering through the dusty album covers with the faded colors. Another thing I loved were all the brick buildings which made up the bulk of the cityscape. It seemed to give it a sense of being rooted, like the buildings weren't going to change every 10 years or so- quite the contrast to Atlanta where everything is in a flux everything is being retrofitted and reimagined a sprawling mass of townhouses and stripmalls consuming every free inch of the landscape that isn't a road or avenue.
I attended a wonderful little housewarming party, in which I was suprised to see so many people I recognized from the ATL. I did a bit of socializing and nursed a wonderful 2001 Merlot for most of my time. Occasionally I'd watch my lady sitting with her friends laughing and drinking. It was a nice time.
Most of all I got to do what I wanted to do.
Stay in bed 90% of the weekend.
Everything was pillows and flesh, blankets and sex, sleep and kisses. A tiny peek at a paradise I've long been denied.
By Sunday we were back off to "Heart Attack City" into the terror ring of 285 where a turn signal is a sign of weakness and men kill men to prove whose car deserves to take the lead. AHhhhhh.
But my little Firegoddess spent the night with me and the Princess and the new roomie who looks like a minaturized Trent Renzor to me. From the Simpsons to Six feet under to ATHF and then off to bed where I didn't sleep,because I was still too excited to go to sleep- I wanted to skretch the weekend out, pull on the edge of Sunday night and make it last as long as I could. And then the alarm panic alerts us out of our embrace-off to work for me and back to Athens for her.
I'm still smiling- all goofey and sleepy eyed. Anyway off to Monday night RPG's- "Call of Cthulu" and dinner with friends.
We now resume our normal angst ridden drama bathed pathos inducing posts.
Luckily for me reality is a good distance from the paranoid constructs of my imagination.
Athens was a wonderful jolt of color and smiles. The first thing I noticed upon arrival was the air, I could breathe deep without coughing up a few liters of smog. Next I noticed no matter how I craned my neck I couldn't find a skyline. Next up was the barrage of tight t-shirted freshman girls strolling along the streets- and the clone army of guys that followed ( I guess by UGA law a male student has to wear a backward baseball hat, long sleeve button up shirt, shorts and sandals in order to validate their credits). I got to meet most of my Firegoddesses friends and family- mainly Witches,Domsand Bears(oh my!). Everyone seemed so laid back to me. I don't know if it's not having to live in the ATL aka "Heart attack city" where everyones in a rush to get somewhere else to rush away from or to or through or if it's simply this little commune like lifestyle where people explore their sexual identities with the pace and relaxation of the recently retired exploring newhobbies. Either way you could feel it in the air. My lady guided me through "Downtown" on foot for a bit on Saturday. What sticks out for me is my sense of smell like Passing an open Fire exit of some bar I got the smell of stale Liqour and cigarettes that I remembered as a kid when my Mom took me down to vacation with her side of the family, the smell of old paper and anticipation going to "Bizarro Wuxtry" (which has to rate as one of the best comic shops I've ever been to just short of "Forbidden Planet" in Manhatten), and the smell of the record store which is kinda like the comic shop but you can just feel the history off the wax fingering through the dusty album covers with the faded colors. Another thing I loved were all the brick buildings which made up the bulk of the cityscape. It seemed to give it a sense of being rooted, like the buildings weren't going to change every 10 years or so- quite the contrast to Atlanta where everything is in a flux everything is being retrofitted and reimagined a sprawling mass of townhouses and stripmalls consuming every free inch of the landscape that isn't a road or avenue.
I attended a wonderful little housewarming party, in which I was suprised to see so many people I recognized from the ATL. I did a bit of socializing and nursed a wonderful 2001 Merlot for most of my time. Occasionally I'd watch my lady sitting with her friends laughing and drinking. It was a nice time.
Most of all I got to do what I wanted to do.
Stay in bed 90% of the weekend.
Everything was pillows and flesh, blankets and sex, sleep and kisses. A tiny peek at a paradise I've long been denied.
By Sunday we were back off to "Heart Attack City" into the terror ring of 285 where a turn signal is a sign of weakness and men kill men to prove whose car deserves to take the lead. AHhhhhh.
But my little Firegoddess spent the night with me and the Princess and the new roomie who looks like a minaturized Trent Renzor to me. From the Simpsons to Six feet under to ATHF and then off to bed where I didn't sleep,because I was still too excited to go to sleep- I wanted to skretch the weekend out, pull on the edge of Sunday night and make it last as long as I could. And then the alarm panic alerts us out of our embrace-off to work for me and back to Athens for her.
I'm still smiling- all goofey and sleepy eyed. Anyway off to Monday night RPG's- "Call of Cthulu" and dinner with friends.
We now resume our normal angst ridden drama bathed pathos inducing posts.
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on 2004-08-23 12:49 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2004-08-23 01:15 pm (UTC)Town and the country for me kiddo- remember I was born in Brooklynand have spent the last ten years in Atlanta. This was a nice little get away from the grind. I'm more prone for London or Amsterdam or shit even Toronto's been looking good. Yeah the Stepford student clone kids did wig me out a little- but then again it's no different
than the "Cult of Same" I see in American raves or all the people I work and ride home with who seem to have mortaged souls and strip mall personalities.But that's what makes hanging with you guys such a cherished little treasure in my day to day grind that your not molded out of the cookie cutter and most of you don't suffer any psychic damage for it.
and blah,blah,blah.
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on 2004-08-23 01:19 pm (UTC)I wish i grew up in NY!!!! I do think Euro or canada is more my style to, i really want to leave the US.