If you didn't see it, take a look at the flier again. Do you see "K and Catherine de Sade" on there? That's right - we will be in Portland on Sunday, January 17th, to do a small performance during Deacon X's Fetish Night. If you can't read the address of where the event is taking place, I'll reprint it below.
I'm not going to even hint at what we are going to do. Our performance on this night in January will be a small one, but we hope to come back in March and do something bigger. We'll be traveling to New York again that month, so it may or may not happen. So, you better come see us in January...
There'll be more about this as the time gets closer. Just wanted to brag about it a bit right now.
SW Ankeny at 3rd
Downtown Portland
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During my stay in an Oregon State Correctional Facility (prison) I met a gentleman who turned me on to idea of furthering my education. Were it not for his influence, I would have been released with very little on my mind except revenge, and maybe making up for lost time. As it was, I also met a more charismatic and convincing influence while working in the prison kitchen, and he and I wound up planning to get together once we were both out. We would most certainly be getting back into trouble. At the time, meth was not a big deal in the Pacific Northwest. None of the people I knew back then got as desperately hooked on it as people seem to now. It was a recreational thing for most, and even those who called it a habit knew where to draw the line. This guy knew how to make it, and I sure as hell knew how to sell it. So I chose that idea over furthering my education, and bided my time.
When I got out of prison, I went straight into a work-release center instead of a halfway house. The rules and attitude there were pretty much the same as they were in the institution, so I hung on just long enough for my new “partner” to get released from prison too, and then I checked the fuck out. On the day he got back into Portland, he went to a brief meeting with his parole officer and then we were off in search of some methamphetamine, and a couple of syringes. That night we both got drunk and high using my money, and before I knew it, two days had gone by and all of our schemes had proven worthless. Out of money, with very few options left for me, and after having spent the night sleeping on the street I called my mother and asked her if I could at least come and stay at her home for a little while. She had no problem with me returning, as long as I planned on getting my life together instead of getting into more trouble. So, I caught a bus to Washington State.
Remember that first gentleman I mentioned meeting, while I was in prison? He convinced me that I should go to college. I told him that while I was in jail, awaiting trial, I’d managed to get my G.E.D. with an honors score. Considering the stress I was under that probably seemed like an impressive feat at the time. The advice he gave me was sound, and I trusted him, so I boldly took it upon myself to apply to seven Oregon colleges while I was still inside. They received my requests for their information packets and applications from prison, and the envelopes were NOT discreet regarding where they came from, believe me. Mail I received from them had to go through several channels, but it mostly came from the “education” department. After filling out all the forms and doing all the entrance exams I paid my application fees and sent everything off to the schools. This took up a lot of time and energy, and it kept my head out of the place I was in, so I was thankful even if I wasn’t too hopeful. When three of the colleges actually accepted me I was stunned. But I wouldn’t be able to afford any of them right away unless I got some AMAZING financial aid deal, or I started selling dope. So, it was a nice dream that I could work toward, but the dream of getting out and partnering with a guy who said he could do some amazing things, and make us a lot of money, seemed pretty damned fantastic too. And I was only going to have to wait roughly ten days after my release to start that plan! You can maybe see why I chose the way I did.
That plan failed miserable, so, I returned to Washington and moved into my mother’s basement. I got a job but also enrolled in the local community college. It wasn’t difficult at all to get financial aid there, considering where I’d just been for 19 months. This was one area where it seemed good to tell the person in charge the truth about my criminal history. Getting a job or renting an apartment was a completely different story. With financial aid, I was able to attend school full time without getting too far into debt, and staying with my mother helped ease the burden on my pocketbook. It wasn’t the greatest situation, but one night on the street was all I needed to help me appreciate how good I still had it, and how much worse it could get. And things were bound to get better from here because I felt like I was on the right track. So I let myself hope a little.
Stay Tuned for the second half of this story…
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MY LOVE writes:
***The past week has been pretty busy/active for us. We spent a good part of last week getting the house ready for the arrival of my relatives. Then, of course, a houseful of people – planning and preparing meals, sightseeing and shopping, laundry and dishes - then getting the house back in order when the relatives left, re-adjusting to our more quiet lifestyle, etc. In all honesty, it was great fun having so many people around, and while I relish my quiet life, I kind of miss all the activity.
I had planned to make time for a blog post or two, but that was not to be. It is Christmas Eve and K and I have been enjoying a day of presents, sex and watching movies. We decided the remaining gifts cannot be opened until midnight. Why does time pass so SLOWLY when you want it to pass QUICKLY?!?
I have a wish for all of you. My wish is that you take a serious look at your life and your relationships, and make sure they feed your soul. Make it a goal to be fully engaged. Reflect on what you have accomplished, the loved ones in your life, and the things that may be holding you back. Let go of your fears and realize your dreams.
Happy Happy Holidays! May they be filled with love and depravity!***
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Look at what Santa brought MY LOVE for Christmas! She MUST have been a good girl... or this is his way of hinting that she should be one? How do I know what goes on in that fat head of his?
Last year, I think we made it until 10:30pm on Christmas Eve before MY LOVE and I broke down and opened presents. This year, we nearly made it to 11:30pm!
Today, we are going to take it easy and maybe do a bit less than we would normally do. MY LOVE has already been out in the incredibly cold garage, working out, and I have been in the spare room playing the drums. Obviously I'm blogging, and there's no telling what other "work" we'll get done today, but for the most part we're going to try and goof off. Even now, she is in the kitchen making us breakfast, and then we are going to watch a movie, or some cartoons. Normally we wait until the final meal of the day before we turn the television on, but not today. If I can go out there and find a semi-decent holiday movie it's going on, and we're going to sit around let that be our biggest gift to ourselves.
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It's Christmas Eve. MY LOVE and I already caved in and started exchanging gifts. Guess who these belong to?
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