This will come up online as being posted on Wednesday, the day of my departure, since it’s after midnight, but I’m writing it right AT midnight on Tuesday night, actually – the eve of the end of my time in Portland. I don’t think I’ll ever live here again, although I’ll surely be back to visit. But I want to see the world, and I have a strong hunch I’m going to end up in some part of Europe eventually. Or many parts of Europe. There are many I want to experience – London (J is there right now, and my cousin may be flying there for a couple weeks not long after I arrive), Berlin, Paris, Belgium, Amsterdam, Italy, Sicily, Switzerland...the mind reels. I feel romantic and adventurous. I want to be in love and filled with inspiration and history and romance and fantasy and beautiful boys who will love me back, and old books in dusty shops written by undiscovered geniuses from the 17th century. My last meeting tonight was with Justin and his friend Sarah and her other friend at Mudai, the Ethiopian place on NE 9th and Broadway where I went years ago with Emily and her friends when I lived in the Hammer & Sickle House on NE 11th and Alberta. We were the unique WHITE PEOPLE TABLE in the joint. Justin and his bassist and another friend had been over at my house the night before, and at a certain point I put “Otto; or, Up with Dead People” on to watch, and that’s when Justin’s other friend left – a gay softcore porn zombie movie isn’t for everyone, but I think it’s fantastic! Yesterday I met Joel at Slabtown for happy hour and then at his place he introduced me to the funniest show I've seen in literally YEARS, "Garth Meringue's Dark Place." It was really inspiring, and that's the direction I want to go in with comedy. Watching it, you really wonder how he got all these people to work with him, how it was funded, how he came up with such intense motivation for getting such a bizarre, surreal, utterly unearthly project off the ground. But, like I said, INSPIRING, above all. Said goodbye to Vicky tonight when I brought my last box over to her house, and she reminded me that I’d forgotten to give her a copy of my zinebook (“What I Really Want Is”), and said, “Your writing has gotten me through some really tough moments in my life over the last few years...it’s been uncanny.” Can you imagine a higher compliment than that? I hugged her and said we’d surely meet again. She is a truly wonderful person, just one of the best I’ve ever known in this city full of wonderful people. I need to stop writing now and go put the finishing touches to my packing and cleaning...since I need to get up in eight hours and hop on a plane. Yeah baby, I’m leavin’. On a jet plane. For Maui. First thing in the morning. My cousin called tonight to ask what size shoes I wear, in both men’s and women’s. I said I can do an 11 or 12 in mens, and for women’s I think you’re just supposed to add two, so that would be 13 or 14 on the drag queen scale. He needed to know because there’s a Victor/Victoria party coming up that I’m invited to, courtesy of him.
Absolutely Fabulous!
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