Twas the Day before Thanksgiving...
Wednesday Nov 21, 2012
And I have to work.... No. That's really not how this should go. Let me start again.
This morning, I woke slowly in bed - a warm, comfy bed - not owned by me, but somewhat rented... but that is another story for another day.
Either way, I woke, slowly in a warm, comfy bed, next to the love of my life, Sheba. I watched her for a few moments as she snored softly (Don't tell her I told you); until her clock radio alarm went off. She rolled abruptly, smacked the snooze button, and rolled back to a curled position - all without opening her eyes. Ah... another 9 minutes of bliss - warm, comfy, horizontal, and next to the love of my life...
But - as the Monkees used to croon, "Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings. The six o'clock alarm would never ring. But six rings and I rise, Wipe the sleep out of my eyes. And off I go to brew that morning liquid, to complete my morning ablutions.
When the percolating is all complete, I pour, mix and stir, like Tom Cruise in Cocktails (but without the spinning, tossed flourish of the "Screaming Orgasm") and pad back up the stairs with my hot, aromatic prize.
Many times, like this morning, I sit on the end of the bed, where my view into the bathroom is not obscured. I watch Sheba, fresh from the shower, naked, wet, as she towels off. She smiles demurely in the mirror, and after wresting a sip of my java, she begins preparing herself for the day.
We make brief conversation about our dreams, and the oft comment on how neither of us want to grow up, and go to work. But we must if we would like to live in the style to which we are accustomed - like having cars, motorcycles, or food and shelter - so we both surrender to the inevitable, each of us slaves to the paycheck.
As she scurries about the room, assembling the day's costume, I move into the room I have set up as the AIS office, and reflect. I consider all the moments. You know, those moments... Where I truly thankful for the gifts I have. Not the car, or the bike... no. Not the material things. But those moments where I give and receive love.
The flurries through my mind, those snipits..
The moment in the Sunoco, when I first spied Sheba, and began flirting with her... and she though I was casing the place...
Watching her ride through the Cherohala Skyway, banking through the turns on her bike, with that Tiara glued to the top of her helmet...
Driving home from Toronto, after an all weekend sacred sexuality workshop, and having to pull to the side of the road and fuck in the car, cause we were still so aroused...
The moment at the First WW in 08, when during the opening announcements I proposed to Sheba (for the 2nd time) and there was silence, until Lady Di walked in the room and squealed "Ohhh My GOD!"
Holding one of my best friends, as she inconsolably cried herself to sleep, after her mother suddenly died...
When the entire Columbus community stood behind us as we fought together (putting aside all conflicts and seeking a common goal) against the radical right...
The moment at COPE when the community acknowledged and approved of Covering one the most honorable men I know, and one of my best friends, Master Dan
Looking into the eyes of my girlfriend, as I fed her some of the most tender lobster, dripping with butter, and sharing her foodgasm...
At long last, hearing my sister's voice, who lived in Greenwich Village in NYC, after hours of busy signals during the 9/11 attacks...
Sharing dinner stories, scenes, flirts, and funny occurrences with my chosen family after another successful COPE...
Seeing the palpable, loving connection made when Sheba and I rigged a vanilla couple at an event...
Sitting on the deck of a cruise ship, sailing away into the sunset, with friends, lovers and fellow card players...
Dressing up like a viking and being a part of the AIS Barbarian Whore'd at Twisted Tryst...
AND so, so many more... While the times fluctuate, and there are good times that mix with the not so good times... It's moments like these that offer me reasons to be thankful. I am so thankful for the life I have had so far... and I look forward to many more moments where I get to give and share love...
So in this moment? That is what I am thankful for. Thank you, for being a part of it.
Peace,
Barak (& Sheba)