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She's not fooling anyone...
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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3:00 PM and the stubble's on her face, 6'6", 240 lbs, built like a linebacker, maybe 35 years old, gym socks stuffed roughly in her bra, the hair, long and to her shoulders, it might be real....
She's not fooling anyone...
She's with her footman, or slave, a diminutive older man, maybe 5'5", shorter even, 60 years old, she orders a diet coke, he asks - meekly - if he may have one too. "Of course", and she waves dismissively. She's catty, in that camp-exaggerated sort of way, paying the bill up front she tells me - "He'd dying for a cigarette, but I'm going to make him wait...".
It's a seriously fucked up little sadistic sex game being played out in public at a rural pub in BC. If they'd have been only half an hour earlier the pub would have been filled with bikers in colors, and what a little scene that would have made...I imagine - buying one of the bikers, the biggest, the ugliest, the loudest and most obnoxious, a drink, saying it was from her, and asking why he hadn't called her back - mayhem ensues, but only in my head...
It's a Kootenay thing I've noticed, along with a few other things ("Side of ranch" - everything here, everyone wants that side of ranch, with their wings, their appetizer, their pizza, new to me), the Trans population - relatively large per capita, puts absolutely no effort whatsoever into their new and assumed gender identities. Throw on a wig or a dress or a name-tag and expect, demand that everyone treat you as a woman. Hang around Waits newstand and coffee shop for an hour or so and you will see some of the least convincing trans people in the world. It's as if they've just given up. I'm used to the big-city version, where every effort is put in to your appearance to outshine your (legitimate?) competition, where guise and artifice rule the scene. Not so here.
I've discovered that my liberalness has it's limits, too, I mean, really, if they're not going to play the game, why should I? I'm a little impatient with these confused and deranged gender identities, if they want me to play their game, they should have to too. People can get a little too comfortable in themselves, Clearly I seriously need to revamp my thinking...
Renting a place
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
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At this time, the middle of summer, it's near impossible. Prices are both ridiculously high and cheap, depending. I've arrived in the worst possible season.
A 2 Bedroom lakefront cottage, about 12 miles out of town, perfect location, $2000 - photos, it's beautiful. But $2000 is a little - a lot - out of my reach.
A $1500 walk out basement in Nelson. Yeah, still expensive - ridiculous, when you consider that it's a walkout basement.
And a very few other property listings, most similarly skewed, all expensive, some offering better value than others - it might just be that I have to rent a place and then find a compatible roommate - if you've met me I know you're laughing. ME too.
That's the paradox of Nelson - real estate is cheap to buy - comparatively - but you need the down payment and a legitimate job. Not common here. To rent however it's generally prohibitive.
And if somehow I can just make it until September the tourists and vacationers will go, and there will be a glut of houses on the market, even the opportunity to get house-sitting gigs - low rent in exchange for tenancy and the look of occupation.
But I need a place now...
Poesía Sin Fin (Endless Poetry) - Alejandro Jodorowsky (AGAIN)
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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I've posted this before, copyright takedown on the video, I'm posting it again because he is still one of the best filmmakers alive.
A bad film by Jodorowsky is still, by a long shot, a hell of a lot better than any great film by Hollywood.
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I've been waiting, and waiting, and waiting for this, and when, when, will it come to Castlegar or Nelson? It is so very much a "Nelson" film...
Garage Sales, July 15, 2017
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Yeah, no. Nada.
The season is done...
A lady selling rocks, some interesting, but without provenance worthless to me. A couple of others, repeats, still trying to sell shit they've had now 3, 4 weeks running. Back to Balfour, a couple of more garage sales, nothing of interest. A local market. "Market", 2 fiddles, an accordion and guitar sing songs that you would expect to hear played by the orchestra of a sinking ship, "Antiques" - which consist mostly of used ceramic ashtrays, another table with standard garage sale shit - "collectible" plates, cups, saucers, not even worthy of Granny's attic, someone selling produce, preserves, jams, I buy a jar of homemade "Organic Hot Sauce", the band strikes up another tune, a dirge for garage sales, as I wander off into the weeds at the end of the street, a graveyard, of sorts, for abandoned vehicles, old, 30's, 40's trucks, more contemporary trailers, would make good living accommodations, if only they were upright, the perfect discovery for the end of the day...
Get home, open the hot sauce, the texture of gruel, colorless, a brownish grey, no spice or flavour whatsoever, rather perfectly summing up the days garage sales.
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