-the host, an aussie with a big dog, who just moved into an office building. his roommate is shooting a film, and they have all this space, so he built an apartment inside their apartment. and he has between 4-10 crew over daily to shoot the film.
-a brazilian guy who showed me boring portugal pictures on his laptop and tried to explain how he was going to get money from the german government to shoot a documentary. only, they wanted a script(?) so he wrote a script and showed that as well.
-Billy, a 53 year old HIV+ gay irishman. he'd been celibate for two years until the night before when he went to 'a blowjob club' and lost it. yeah, waaaay too much information in the first five minutes. in his art, which he showed me, he photoshops himself into famous paintings, either naked or wearing a burqa.
-the drunk beer brewer who arrived, drunk, from a beer-brewing conference. he claimed it was national brewery day but, yeah, sure.
-the rolfer. very SF asian girl, in a good way. what's rolfing, you ask? it's not as gross as it sounds, actually. mostly it's just massage therapy. she's having an asparagus party and i'm invited
-the big lady from tucson who's into gender and sexuality studies. she was...blea. but! the may day riots are coming up and she wants to go and i want to take pictures, so we're going, with her russian husband.
-the most mannish au-pair i've met (not that i've met a lot of au pairs, but she just was that mannish). from Ravenna, Seattle.
-the quebecios couple. she didn't talk, he did. for a long time. and not about anything interesting. good looking people, though.
-the german artist dude who showed up to promote his upcoming show. on the postcards he handed out was a painting of his, and it was such a gross caricature i barely look at it without laughing: a black man, cornrows, basketball jersey, with giant blue lips, gazing back at the artist, with the fullest, roundest butt cheeks you could imagine. like two canteloupes in his sweatpants. they were amazing. and behind him, his shadow, looked like the outline of a gorilla. hopefully that was coincidence. i asked the artist about the buttcheeks: "that's quite an ass there." he laughed but didn't have much to say. what would he say, i guess. i wish i would have kept the postcard, just for that ass.
-the german artist girls who sadly were at the other end of the table.
-a couple of spanish dudes hunched over laptops.
― jergins, Tuesday, 24 April 2007 20:07 (seventeen years ago) link
i pick the big lady from tucson who's into gender and sexuality studies. she was...blea. but! the may day riots are coming up and she wants to go and i want to take pictures, so we're going, with her russian husband. because i want to go to a riot, and they sound pretty tough.
but you know the one who's going to pick me is Billy, a 53 year old HIV+ gay irishman. he'd been celibate for two years until the night before when he went to 'a blowjob club' and lost it. yeah, waaaay too much information in the first five minutes. in his art, which he showed me, he photoshops himself into famous paintings, either naked or wearing a burqa. because that's just how things go.
― lxy, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 15:29 (seventeen years ago) link