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Oct. 13th, 2006 01:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xinjinmeng
:Gracious, it has been a long time since I have felt motivated to write. Perhaps because my dailly life has actually gotten so much busier? At least, that is what I tell myself.
Despite my reservations, I have become involved in a kleinerklatsch with irregular attendance, one of whom is apparently a reconstruction of Maria Callas, albeit with an orientation I would characterize as "facile". One cannot but wonder if she were created simply to seduce me, which has me on my guard. I do enjoy the talk to a degree most others might find insufferable. Did you know there was an open-air revival of Cadmus et Hermione? Or an exhibition of mimesis paintings in the spectra visible to nymphalids? The latter was still available to me, and after a few adjustments to my eyes, I was able to experience it in the intended glory. (My yoga has been working wonders for me.)
On a related note, the heldrentenor I have been cultivating is nearly ready for the stage, or so the ghost of Caruso tells me. The difficult part for me has been the over-correcting, as I am apt to allow my bone-hearing interfere with with voice -- my perfectionist quality not tolerating mistakes, as it were. I am both excited and anxious.
In a den of iniquity, I ran across R___, the master of what I would like to call a hougong, but what might be more properly called a "s-group". I had acquaintance with two odalisques of this self-subcribed group on as many occasions, but from where I sit, R___ remains obtuse. Polyamorous compacts with any endurance tend to be actively recruiting and to be severe with outsiders; I have seen the scars of such experience. I remain aloof.
F___ has not been himself lately -- or perhaps more exacting, he has not been the selves to which I am accustomed. Is he feeling neglected? Am I remiss? Heaven above, how do the masters tend to their many paramours with tender heart and steely spirit? Some days I can barely bring myself to face the mirror, let alone the window. F___ remains obsessed with Mother and her co. to the extent that I fear for his safety. (And Mother, if you are reading this, I would ask of you to leave things be, yet I know I would have more luck asking the river to flow back into the mountains.)
Tonight: paraxylene and the Koedt affirmation.
