Web Cowgirl 衛 思 維 (webcowgirl) wrote,
Web Cowgirl 衛 思 維
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A good time had at Rufus last night

I had a lovely time at the Royal Opera House with booklectic watching Rufus Wainwright last night. He's got an incredible, creamy voice and listening to him sing the sad songs of Judy Garland has its own kind of special heartbreak, even when he sings "Swanee." Looking at this man performing "the standards" in front of an orchestra and enjoying myself I thought, my God, I have totally lived up to the potential I first showed when I was 15 and hanging out at drag bars with gay men: I utterly and without irony enjoyed an evening I would have sneered at decades ago. (Warning: the following video may cause burning.)



Rufus is at the total peak of his artistic skills anyway so basically I was letting a master take me for a ride. I'll be getting back on that pony on Thursday, when I return to see another show with la_mysterieuse. Woo!

The cat has arrived and is occasionally coming out from her hiding place to say hello. However, it was the traps I bought on Saturday that caught the first mouse last night. I look forward to being utterly rid of them shortly.

Oh yeah. Last night I realized I experience my memories more vividly than many, especially my memories of bad emotional times. Remembering what happened just kicks it all up in my memory again. I think more people probably dampen this stuff down and then don't remember it very well, but for me it kicks up very actively in all of its psycho-dramatic glory. It's part of the reason I don't usually re-approach people I've cut out: if even thinking of them kicks up the nausea and tears, how is "being friends" even possible? Best to stay far away, I think.
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