Imagination; The Breeding Ground of Creativity
The last few months have been all pomp and circumstance for BD and me. We’re enjoying a whirlwind of new emotions wrapped in well-worn packages. Whether we’re engrossed in our marathon love-making sessions or our casual work-to-home train-rides, we have really been doing-it-up. Late last week I realized that BD is also a writer. He shared the first chapter of a story he started two years ago. You’d think this would be a little tid-bit that I’d be privy to early on, but he – like me – didn’t mention it. At any rate, we both shared chapter-one of the stories we, now realize, we’re working on. I was immediately sucked-in to his story, but was even more surprised to see that the main characters of his novella include key similarities to our, then budding, friendship. In his novel the main character meets their “spouse” after their recent move from DC. They share an amazing relationship raising a child that the main character has from a previous marriage. All-in-all, I sat mouth agape enjoying a read that was a sort-of looking-glass into things to come. My story, on the other hand, was riddled with autobiographical morsels that gave BD more than an eye-full of the inner workings of my psyche. What I was most enthralled by was how both stories helped to highlight our creativity, but also how our overactive imaginations are part of what makes us draw the other in with every passing day.
Furniture, Trips, the Pooch…
With my parents arriving on July 24th it was time to buy that dresser and nightstand for my room and finally unpack the boxes that line my apartment walls. Let’s get serious here, I moved on May 16 and it is now two months later! So yesterday I visited a nearby furniture store picked out an amazing cherry wood dresser, nightstand and standing mirror (very old school chic) and kept my entire purchase under $1,000. I then started looking at my upcoming Puerto Rico, Great-at-38, birthday celebration. My intention is not to overspend, but to do the things I love best – time on the beach and a good ultra tan club dance afterward. I’m also easing up on those overstuffed meals I’d been having lately and working on pushing those cardio workouts. Last night as I was at the club wearing these minimalist white yoga shorts, I peeled off my sweat-drenched black wife beater to gyrate and sweat with my friends and I noticed that although I felt good, I had a slight “pooch” of a belly. Sort-of like that lower belly you see on girls when they’re on their period. Lawd! I had to laugh and wonder whether my pooch was due to my consumption of heavy-ass Heineken beers! Long story short, we need to get rid of that atrocity before we hit the Caribbean beaches for my birthday. I did feel sexy as hell though….LOL
Hairy Situation
I began shaving my head just as 2000 rolled in. It was a choice that I felt saved me time at the barber, made me look super clean and somewhat hid the reduced number of hair follicles still in production. It seemed an easy choice and I only grow hair intermittently between shaves. During those periods, my hair reaches a good 9 o’clock shadow on my face and head that are quite rough-looking – butch realness, if you will. BD mentioned that he really likes it and wants me to grow my hair out. It’s a scary prospect, since I’ve been gray since my 25th birthday and am now a very-mature salt-and-pepper throughout. I told him I’d consider it, but for now (especially through the next month-or-so) don’t want to consider putting another grooming task on the list – namely, hair management. So, the objective for fall is to see what my new locks will look like after so many years. I’ve already put my hairdresser friend on the speed dial for dye jobs and appropriate cuts. Hey, I’m not really trying to go there on my own. Besides, my hair transforms me from the light-skinned black boy I appear to be, to the immediately noticeable cocoa-skinned Puerto Rican boy opening my mouth makes detectable.
On Blast
Which of your physical changes (hair, body structure, etc.) do you think has improved with time and adds character to your appearance?
Keep passin’ the open windows…
7 comments:
ay nene, not a damn thing. Workout as hard as I might but that latina Puerto Rican genetics thing always seems to catch up with me. Although my hips are not as wide as they use to be but I think that's because my ass isn't where it use to be. : )
that's so cool that you and BD both are writers and kept it on the low. just sounds so karmic! though your present look is attractive, i can see you rocking the ruggedness well. you should definitely give it a shot - and take pics.
Thanxs for the love babe...
My dread locks have become apart of my persona. They are legendary here in DC, and I can abrely go one day without some random person giving me a compliment...on the streets, in the club, grocery stores...i love my hair...........
You know what? It took me a lifetime to embrace my eyebrows. They were always thick and I did not like them when I was growing up. Now that I am grown and despite the fact that everyone, their mother and now, their FATHER are arching their eyebrows, I am more than content to leave mine alone. Go figure.
Definitely keep us posted on the transformation (btw, you look great right now, pa).
i like my baldie now more than i did when my hair started thining prematurely.
but now when my friends talk about spending 20-30 min driving across town and spending at least $20 just to sit in some hetero's chair and listen to his rants and raves about his latest conquest... i am thankful for my andes t razor and mach 3 razor and my 8 minutes in my bathroom.
My arms. I no longer have twigs for arms. I always have had nicely shaped legs, but the arms just wouldn't catch up.
One is never satisfied, no matter how much people tell you that your the "bomb" thats just the way things are. I personally have many parts of my body I wish I could just go out and replace. But lets get real they are also whats make us unique...;)-As for your new look I will love to see it...
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