Men With History Redux

Life and destiny are so funny. Two posts away I finished it talking about a guy; well, he's a man with history. The thing is that his record though darkish, isn't so far that harmful for me. You all remember comment guy and our closure, but life/love is kinda crazy with a spooky little boy like destiny.

About two or three weekends ago I hooked up with this guy who turned out to be a comment guy's ex. No wait, not a comment guy's ex, the ex for whom he kicked my ass. Shocks dang you know what I'm saying y'all?!

Of course I only knew he was he after the happenstance; if I'd known previously it'd probably weight on my horniness for him, because the guy is indeed a hottie. But the thing is his history. Red [aka CG] had told me some pretty weird-slash-funny-slash-lame-slash-ridiculous things about him and this guy [to whom I haven't given a nickname yet - help me out here ho!], that involved cheating and the word psychopath. Lol.

But there are times in your life you simply give hand of past stories and just live the now, and whatever he did to the aborigine [aka Red] is somehow meaningless to me, after all I don't get involved in other people's personal craps; especially if they're some sort of persona non grata in my head [oui I'm still to get over that part of heartbreak healing when you hate the person who slashed your heart]. So I seeked my pleasure by hooking up with this guy a couple of times more.

Anywho the reason of this whole rambling is that I spent another sleepless Friday at this pub named Apogeu - the only really cool place to go in town. Anderson is a waiter there. And he got a new haircut, that improved himself brightly; Lucas was drunk and needy [romancelessness and drama - always always always!] so I flirted with him wildly again. By the morning when he was not working anymore and the bar had only as costumers me and a friend - who are less like costumers and more like friends of the crew - I offered him a ride. That had to be called off because my horniness erased from my mind that my dad had an appointment in the morning and was going to need the car; so I fled to bring the car home and as soon as I arrived I called him, and suddenly I was in a bus at half past 6AM going to meet him in front of this hotel, to then go to his place.

Between the kisses and cuddles I sleepily looked into his eyes, with a Ninotchka glance and crooked smile, and said:

"I'm going to tell you a secret."

"Tell me," he said.

"I wanna have sex with you." [Pause.] "But not today."

I confess that that was a clear sign of my romancelessness, but in any case it seemed to boost even more his enthusiasm towards me. And as I kept stopping his hands to move even more forward, we fell asleep.

He spooned me.

[Song: Old Cape Cod - The Puppini Sisters.]

Greta Garbo

Today, seventeen years ago, died one of the most incredible women that ever lived: Greta Garbo. Born Greta Lovisa Gustafsson, she was ranked by the American Film Institute the fifth best female film star. This chamaleonic G-d was known by her reclusive life, never appearing much outside the movies ["Expect at the very beginning of her career, she granted no interviews, signed no autographs, attended no premieres, and answered no fan mail."]. Onscreen she did iconic characters like Mata Hari, Anna Karenina and Marguerite Gautier [Camille], plus the lovely Ninotchka [my favorite so far]. In her 1932 movie, Grand Hotel, she played the melancholic ballerina Grusinskaya who fell in love with a con man [John Barrymore]; Grusinskaya had a line that was considered Garbo's byline: "I want to be alone!" The only Oscar she received was a 1995 Honorary Oscar "for her unforgettable screen performances." In Hollywood she became a star still in the silent era; Anna Christie, her transition movie to the talkies was publicized with the slogan "Garbo Talks"; the movie was a hit of course, even if she claimed to hate her performance on it.

Lesbian, Garbo remained single during most of her life. Her most famous heterosexual relationship though, was with actor John Gilbert, who co-starred with her the 1926 silent classic Flesh And The Devil. In 1927 she failed to show up at their marriage ceremony.

In her 1990 [six months before garbo's death] classic hit Madonna homages Garbo on the celebrity names rap. Garbo was beautiful! The camera loved her and her serious countenance looked perfect in any makeup and characterizantion. Her mysterious personality and glamour were mesmerizing, her eyes "filled with look and emotions". It's said that Garbo completely ignored Madonna and some even say she despised Madge's desire for attention-crave in the 80's.

Garbo died from end stage renal disease and pneoumonia.

I want a turkey. I want a turkey for me.

We don't have thanksgiving in Brasil and I don't have gringo-ed friends to give a thanksgiving dinner. But still I can thank all the blessings, so I hop on the wave and do my Thankgivings post.

So, thank G-d for:

- dentist appointments on stormy days;

- stormy days full of inspiration;

- inspiration made into art;

- art made by Madonna;

- Madonna making the people come together;

- come together to the one person that understands;

- to understand that person as well;

- well and healthy Kylie;

- Kylie Minogue's beautiful and sorrowful joyous music;

- music that makes me happy;

- happiness given by tv;

- tv: Sawyer, Bree, Lorelai(s)... Sex And The City;

- Bushnell, Parker, Nixon, Catrall and Davis;

- Alais and her unique intelligence;

- intelligence that is as well in me;

- my girlie "me", Nathalia;

- me for being so sarcastic;

- sarcasm that brings me reason to laugh;

- laughter hours spent with the ho;

- the ho... oh third time I thank for him;

- all the virtual men that comes in and out of my life;

- the crushes that irks my brain to think;

- think and write things like this site;

- trade the day for the night;

- my dad with his adorable although sometimes irksome speeches;

- my mom and her very own manual of "how not to be";

- my sis for the same reason;

- my ghost too;

- oh Maria Bethânia!!

- have I already thanked for Madge and Kylie?

- what about the source of bliss? Yeah the films, the films, the films, the films!!!

- Greta Garbo, and Monroe; Dietrich and DiMaggio. Marlon Brando, Jimmy Dean, on the cover of a magazine. Grace Kelly; Harlow, Jean. Picture of a beauty queen. Gene Kelly, Fred Astaire. Ginger Rogers, dance on air. They had style, they had grace; Rita Hayworth gave good face; Lauren, Katharine, Lana too. Bette Davis, we love you. Ladies with an attitude; fellows that were in the mood. Don't just stand there, let's get to it. Strike a pose, there's nothing to it... yeah, you all know what I mean!

- the body, the mind, the soul;

- the life I'm writing with my words;

- everyone that is helping me on it;

- and You of course that permits me to be.

Happy Thanksgiving.