Devon Hunter

Okay, so Spencer Reed is one of the hottest guys, like… ever. (Did you get the tongue-in-cheek tone there?) He’s very heteronormatively masculine in all his pictures that I have seen. He pulls it off very well, and I can only presume it’s because it comes naturally to him. I, however, would look ridiculous trying to do anything remotely similar to Spencer. Anyway, I was looking through Spencer’s photos on Facebook and almost shrieked in happiness when I saw a picture of him with bondage gear on and a whip unfurling (no, not because I have a fetish for B/D and whips, but because I often shriek simply to do it). Click the photo of Spencer to enlarge it.

Back in 2006 I did a photo shoot with Tim O’Brien, a local photographer in the Charlotte area who is pretty brave in his experimentations (especially given the conservative nature of this region). Anyway, I thought this compare and contrast would be hilarious, so why not share it? Oh, Spencer?? MEOW! LOL (Incidentally, my costume and assemblage are the fashion response to the idea of turning myself into my kitty, who is also pictured here for good measure). Click the photo of me to enlarge it. I think Tim entitled the picture of me “Afternoon with Fi-Fi.” LOL

(Click the kitty if you dare disturb his sleepy-sleepy-boo-boo-land time.)

I was in San Francisco for a while, and when I came home Kitty was in a tizzy. His dance of joy can be described best in poetry:

flufflewumpus harumfulated gyrotastically
while prrrfoofillating fabulumptiously,
but mired in schmoosh
he schmunked on the crunchulations
and then ambuflumpfled away in a schnook

Kitty asked me to share this. He was quite proud of it. He says his dance came to him after reading “Jabberwocky” while I was away. I have translated his interpretive dance back into verse. Talk amongst yourselves.

(fade up to Star Wars theme song by John Williams)

Okay, sorry for the overly dramatic beginning. Well, my roommate got my car started, and all the electrical bugs got fixed, but the Miata ended up costing me $500 more anyway: The rear brake calipers started leaking, and they sprayed brake fluid all over the brake pads… Long story short: Had to get new brake pads (which were more than 50% worn anyway, so no biggie – they would have needed replacing anyway soon), but I also had to get new brake calipers. But the car drives like a dream again. Just have to figure out where the water is coming from that is flooding the floor panel under the passenger seat… HMMMM! Anyway, there you have it.

BUT!!

There is something wonderful to share: While I was getting my brakes fixed I went to lunch. At the table next to me were two of the happiest women I’d seen in a long time. They were having such a good time together. OMG! Their energy was captivating. They were laughing deep in their bellies, and it was like listening to music. They had beautifully braided hair, and their dresses were covered in colorful African (or African inspired) designs. Their bangled jewelry clinked like little bells every time they’d throw their hands up in hysterics. They were so happy!

“I’m sorry to interrupt you.”

“Yes?” one said with a delightful glitter in her saucy eyes.

“I’ve been having a rough time lately, and, although I’m not listening to your conversation, I can’t help but overhear how happy you both are. I just wanted to tell you that I feel better for having heard real friendship next to me.”

“AWWW! That is so sweet! And you know what, baby? Whatever is getting you down… It’ll pass.”

“I think it just did.”

Now… time to go pack some boxes, so I can start moving into the new home I’ve found for me and Sméagol. He’s playing in the tape and cardboard: He’s always so happy to see all the new places to hide and ambush me from. His collar jingles as he’s playing, and it reminds me of the laughter of the two friends.

I feel good.

I’m home!! Wow, what a long trip… Got up 22 hours ago, spent the day driving and the night on a train… I am so happy to see Charlotte, NC that I could just burst. My kitty was waiting for me (im)patiently. OH OH OH! I just drove my car around the block! YAY!

Sméagol thought me a real ass for being gone so long… This is what I came home to: