Introducing Corky

So, the above picture is of me and my girlfriend. Her name is not Corky, but that is what I call her. I call her this because our first official date was to the New Parkway Theater to see "Bound" on a large screen. It is one of my favorite movies, starring Gina Gershon and Jennifer Tilly as lesbians conspiring against a mobster. Corky is one of the characters. Violet is the other. The showing also included a discussion about the film and how it fit into mainstream and queer cinema. The talk was hosted by Cheryl Dunye and Jiz Lee and was fun. I'd forgotten how hot the sex scene was, and was in Corkys lap by the end of the discussion. Great night. We'd been hanging out for about a month prior to that, and went to SF PRIDE together as friends. In the month since our first date, we've seen each other almost every day, and I see more beauty in her each day. She is kind hearted and a little bit goofy. She makes me smile and takes care of me. She is helping my heart to heal from it's very wounded state. I have been trying to protect my heart, but I can feel myself falling for her. I just know that I'm not quite there yet, and I want to be completely there, to give her everything she deserves, EVERY part of me, and ALL of my heart. The Boys like her and they all get along. She is horribly allergic to cats, and that means she isn't upstairs ever (where my cat lives). Also means we will not be sharing a home any time soon. So no U-Haul jokes for this relationship ;-). I am constantly surprised by everything she gives to me, all of the beauty of her soul and the fact that being with her feels like home. It is comforting and secure and nurturing. She makes me feel like I haven't felt in far too long, in a way I'd forgotten even existed, and had lost hope of ever finding. She is good for me. She makes me want to be more than who I am.

Monday Morning Weekend Wrap Up

This weekend went by fairly quickly.
Friday
Had my annual "Last Friday before school starts" Pool Party. 4 adults (5 if you count my gf), and 7 kids, snacks, and white sangria. A few hours, a bit chilly, but fun. My BFF already knows my GF, who I shall refer to as Corky for now - We'll get to all of that in another post. But my other friends finally were able to meet the woman who has put a smile on my face this summer, and who takes care of me and makes me feel loved and happy like I haven't in a very long time. In fact, one of my friends remarked that she has not ever seen me this happy in the 6 years we have known each other. It turned into a Mermaids dinner kind of night after the sangria was consumed. Managed to get The Boys to bed at a relatively decent hour, though they did NOT fall asleep as soon as I'd have liked. Corky had to work early and didn't stay past 6p.

Saturday
This was the day of my God Mother's funeral mass. I've touched on her previously here. All of her surviving brothers were there as were all of her children and grandchildren and two new great grand daughters. Many women wore hats as a nod to her preference for large hats in church, and I thought the priest was well spoken, though his homily didn't necessarily belong in a funeral, and wandered at times.

Corky worked until 1, and stopped by before heading out to her niece's wedding. The pics she sent looked like they were all having a great time, and I missed her all evening. She was scheduled to work early Sunday as well, so I didn't expect to see her at all.

I have been struggling over when to tell my parents that I have a girlfriend, have dated women this summer and found one to love. Saturday was not the day. Too many emotions already, and I couldn't add that to their already strained day.

Sunday
This was the day to dry run getting ready and to school for The Oldest. It took an hour and 15 minutes from rolling out of bed to the school. The longest parts of the routine were about 25 minutes each - shower and get dressed, and make and eat breakfast. So if he can cut either of those down, he can sleep in a little. Otherwise, his alarm will go off at around 6am. So Sunday night was 8:30 bed time. We did go to Corky's and had dinner and watched the VMAs and the 49er game for a little while. Since Corky works early, we didn't stay late.

May you all have a great week ahead of you.

Thoughtful Thursday

Love and hug those around you while you can.

This week, all of my intentions are for D. Her cancer has spread to her brain. Not the best diagnosis, but people have lived many years with Brain Mets, so there is still hope. Please send love, light, prayers and anything else you can think to D and her family.

Wicked Wednesday #12

It's been a while since a Wicked Wednesday, and I'm in the mood to share.
Wicked Wednesdays all began with this post. I'll regale you with another night of drinking that went horribly, horribly hen wrong. If you are under the age of consent for wherever you live in the universe, take these as cautionary tales. If you are like me and have had your share of poor judgement moments, then we can laugh together. Yes that is a picture of me with a lampshade on my head, doing the shimmy. I will not be posting the names of my cohorts in these wanton ways, but for clarification, will identify them by an initial of their names.
When I was in college, we celebrated midweek as Wonderful Wonderful Wednesdays, and played drinking games, from the simple quarters, to The Good, The Bad, and The Shwartz, and I Never. My favorite, and the potentially most dangerous was I Never. If you are new to the WWW group, you would simply state something you had never done. For example, "I Never ate dog meat". Anyone who had done that act, would then drink. The dangerous part was if you brought along a new date, and people in the group were sufficiently pissed off at you (say an ex among them), and insufficiently drunk to have lapses in memory. For example, "I Never had sex with more than one person at the same time." This may send the date running for his/her sanity. We also drank a punch that was mixed in a garbage can, and consisted of Hawaiian Punch concentrate and 151 or Everclear. Thursday it was imperative to not have an early class, or just accept that you would be hungover and brought to task by Fish - the Tech Theater instructor. The test for any hangover was dropping a toothpick on stage. If you could bend over, pick up said toothpick and stand back up again without puking or passing out, you were allowed to stay without punishment. I think Fish took absolute pity on you if you truly were hung over, because I do not remember a single punishment, and there were plenty of people who ran from stage, or just flat out refused.

What I learned last week

This is a callback to my first post, which you can find here.

I learned last night that if you place several tea lights on top of a plastic milk crate, turned on it's side, and then proceed to make love to the point of not paying attention to the flames, you could nearly burn your house down. One of us likely kicked the crate, tipping over the candle that did the damage. I also learned what burning milk crate sounds like (a slight roar). You could come close to burning the hair off your head (ala Michael Jackson) blowing out the fire, and it throws the mood enough that if you are close to climax, you really do need to start again.

It all started with a sushi cluster fuck, and a bar visit, which was off the hook this week with the addition of a table dancer who brought a bag of props, and likely made over $100, and will NEVER have to pay for a drink at that establishment. It ended with me and another leaving said bar together, thereby pissing off a third attendee who wished to date the party that isn't me. Did I mention that I wore a push up bra and low cut top? My H's were well on display, causing a delightful blush to the cheeks of the other party. I seriously doubt anyone at the bar could have described my face. We enjoyed our evening (until the fire).

And now? Things with this other person were getting a bit more serious than either of us planned or really desired, so now we are on a break. I'm bummed because I enjoyed seeing them every day. We'll see how this all plays out. Between then and now? Went to an outdoor concert with other party, where the ex (not mine) was kissing and rubbing on them. Weirded me out a bit, as I was sitting right there, though I stake no claim... Left me feeling like the other party is a bit of a cad, and enjoying all of these women falling at their feet.

In more news this weekend:
The Boys' swim team won the championship!!!
My dear friend D found out her cancer is now in her brain. So fucked. Seriously fucking shit.