I love my new neighborhood. Any place that has 5 different languages on the restaurant signs is doing something right (english, spanish, arabic, korean (I think), and french). Also, this is the only part of town where I’ve seen the L running at street level, and I hadn’t seen it before today. Did I mention that the L is nearby, my apartment is fabulous, and the people I’m subleasing from are cool? Oh, and I beat them at a simpsons knock off of GTA which I’ve never played before. Yay. I also ate at ‘the best persian restaurant in chicago’ which is right around the corner. There is so very much right about this place.
Plus, they understand my needs for wireless, which I should be scamming from the tragic downstairs neighbors, but I can’t get the encryption passkey to work.
The tragic downstairs neighbor is another not-quite-ex-gay (my first experience with such being a date-with-some-surprises I had in pittsburgh, which started off badly and turned disastrous). He’s a sysadmin in a windows based *shudder* office which has “national” and “evangelical” in the title *double shudder*. He and his boyfriend have agreed not to “fool around”. He is in the closet at work. He is, of course, cute. And thinking about getting a master’s degree in comp sci. (Just say ‘no’).
Part of me wants to rescue him, equal parts lust and concern (as if I could, as if he would). Another part knows that he’s an adult, and thus free to fuck up his life any way he wants. Yet another part of me thinks that doing anything which could complicate a relationship which can sustain itself for over two years in the absence of sex is the approximate equivalent of trying to piss on the mona lisa. I don’t think the mona lisa is all that, but pretend I do. If anything, I’m oversexed, and under emotionally connected, maybe I can learn something valuable from them.
Enh, it’s compelling in that trainwreck sort of way, but they’re moving away into a condo in the middle of June anyway.
For those of you who’ve read octavia butler’s oankali series, I think of this as a view very similar to what the oankali had of humanity. For those of you who haven’t read it, I must strongly recommend correcting this error. =) Start with “dawn”. The oankali always made way more sense to me than the humans in that series.
The persian restaurant had phenomenal service and very tasty food, which combined with my eating speed to produce a bloated-feeling scu. Sadly, their vegetarian selection is lacking and their prices are high, so I shan’t be returning too often.
I think I’m going to like it here.
Wow, sounds like the love that dare not speak its name has also become the love that dare not admit it’s love. That has to be the most painful relationship, like the ultimate gay suicide pact. You be hot, I’ll be hot, but we can’t do anything but occasionally compliment each other, but in a masculine, god-loving, way. That is going to be one wonderfully decorated condo as they redirect all their sex into domesticity.
Personally, I’d rather try to actually go straight and get a fucked up relationship with a woman and kids and a white picket fence.
Well, some of us have tried, and it just doesn’t work. Maybe it’s a sign of progress in their self-acceptance. Besides, any church which rails against the sin of homoness might not be too accepting of recreational heterosexuality. “If it ain’t makin’ babies, then it ain’t right”