Saturday, July 30, 2011

Melinda

You know what I love about Norcal people? Everything. Okay okay, in particular...

Acceptance and respect for diverse peoples.
Unselfish drive to leave a place, or a community, or just a random bunch of strangers, whatever you want to call it, better off.

Melinda was a Norcal person. And among the twenty-some-odd peoples I met on my first time allegedly "living it up" at a Hollywood nightclub, she alone gave me hope.

Norcal people can look good really casually. She was dressed in a simple black cocktail dress, in stark contrast to the, uh, abundant sluts in every direction. And she was a beautiful woman, the kind of girl with slight "imperfections" that make most women hate themselves but which I find totally enchanting and sexy.

After chatting with her and her French girlfriend for a while they introduced their friends. That guy? "Oh that's our boyfriend" they said.

What.

"Oh yeah, that's our boyfriend over there!" And the French one just bounced up and down, nodding, winking, and smiling in affirmation.

Your boyfriend? As in y'alls boyfriend? Yeah she said, it's a three-person polyamorous relationship. Wow, another first. The origins were so deliciously complicated she sounded like she was pitching an HBO show. Unfortunately I was so blown away by this concept that I had difficulty listening and remembering. I did gather that every two-person combination was tried at least once previously.

To hear her tell it, they're all just really good friends who are always there for each other, even sexually. My first thought was threesome, but I got the sense that those were somewhat rare.

"Everyone always gives him so much credit" Melinda said, "but it's not the fantasy everyone's thinking about. It's tougher to be emotionally available for two women than one."

Truth. That added such a rich layer. Why be in love with two different people? I can perhaps see having feelings for and acting out bisexual impulses, but committing to a relationship with two women?

Anywho Melinda studied art history at UCLA and is now the guerilla marketer for a new "fast casual organic restaurant" called Tendergreens. She said they're trying to bring healthy, delicious, organic fine dining to the masses, because everyone deserves access to it. I told you she oozed Norcal. And she even picks the art they display, part of work with vibes with her passion.

Hearing her talk made me reconsider everything I thought I knew about what relationships are and why we have them. Didn't think I'd find that in Hollywood.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Jorge

It wasn't much of a scenic overlook, but it was still a welcome break for us all. This was West Texas, a land of clay-colored canyons and bluffs, and I was sitting atop a hill gazing upon it. Around me roamed a troop of young Mexican children.

Their father, Jorge, he looked very Mexican. Sharply cut black hair, a thick black moustache, blue jeans and a tucked in white undershirt. And a straw hat.

I started counting the kids out loud when Jorge interrupted me.
"Seven. I been busy man."
Ha! What a wink he gave me. "Busier than me!" I told him.

We shot the breeze a little, where we're coming from and where we're going. I mostly sat and exchanged smiles with all the kids. The youngest was in Jorge's lap, and the rest took turns crawling all over him. A young girl watched as her baby sister engaged a stone step. She poked it with her fingers. She gestured and pointed. I'm pretty sure she didn't think to go up it.

After some silence Jorge started his family prayers.

"Hail Mary full of grace..."
And the kids mumbled a response under their breaths.

Then a second time. Each iteration with different lyrics.
And again, a mumbled response from the kids, speaking as one.

After a third prayer we all enjoyed the silence and the smiles for a couple minutes more before they were off.


Warmed my heart right up.

Monday, July 25, 2011

An Endangered Species

"...the backs of their heads, I don't know how he done it.
Everyone of them chickens.
He was about three feet tall.
So I done shot him. (everyone laughs, including a haunting cackle from grandma in the corner)
And I finds out later he was an endangered species and I wasn't supposed to kill him.
Ha ha!
Oh well."

-Old man, Texas