Saul Williams: Telegram
After spending much of Friday afternoon and evening walking all over downtown Seattle to check out the Roq La Rue Gallery and a couple bars, Willow and I decided to meet up a bit later in the day. For her, that means around 10:30, 11 in the morning. The woman has a motor unlike any other person I know. It's insanity... however, I somehow kept up with her, so what does that mean about me? Anyways, we met up on 3rd Street because she was visiting a friend at his work and she gives me directions to her girlfriend's place. Now a little background on Willow...


*She's bisexual (DUH) and polyamorous. For the uninformed that means she essentially has multiple partners simultaneously, however they stick together like a collective. There are variations to this way of life, but the folks she's with consider it an exclusive collective. Her girlfriend is her "primary".*

Now that that's been cleared up (kinda), we make it to her girl's place and she reminds me of Will almost immediately... yet a bit mousier in personality. It's endearing. I'd date her. If her and Will weren't already associated with 39073986240792464.092 people. Did I mention the plan was for us to go practice Parkour (aka Freerunning)? Oh yeah. THAT. Holy fuckballs, I didn't know what I was getting into. I mean, it's not so hard as it has roots in gymnastics and martial arts. Unfortunately, it's been a while since I've practiced both. Surprise, surprise! I'm not in the best of shape. I'm ranting. This is Parkour as done by David Belle, one of the best.



Yeah. I'm kinda sorta expected to do THAT. Fuck that shit. Actually, I held up well with the usual practitioners, learning how to climb things and vaulting and being improvisational. Despite what you may think, one needs total muscle control to do that shit. Not to mention no bad joints. After the first hour of running around and sweating like a bastard, my metabolism and heart rate caught up with my willpower and it was fun.



Then Willow, two new friends from the Parkour clique, and Chris (who met up with us to try it out as well) rolled on through the International District to get some deliciously cheap dim sum. After that, it was time for MORE PARKOUR. Chris was the smart one and bailed early. I on the other hand, became "the ride" for the others. heh I drove to the gym where we were gonna practice more, but five minutes into it my body hit its Wall and I couldn't do anymore. I was pissed the fuck off. Not to mention embarrassed. At the time, I felt like my masculinity was being tested. I know that I'm fat yet I can't be this out of shape... Willow kept checking on me as I sat out in the lobby. I didn't want to be inside with them, just sitting there looking like a loser.

An hour later, practice was over and I drove the Parkour buddies home. I wasn't so mad at myself anymore but I still felt embarrassed. I'm sure Willow could sense that because she kept trying to pick me up. I wouldn't say that she isn't the most empathetic person... but she isn't the most empathetic person. Knowing that she was attempting to make me feel better was validation to me that she was one of the very few good people I personally know. Meanwhile, Will's girl heads back home because she didn't want to head to where we were planning to go next.

Alternate song - Saul Williams: La La La
Saturday night was Willow's night to work at The White Show at The Little Red Studio. She told me nothing about the Show itself or what she did at the Studio, only to bring something "white to wear". So I did. As you've already seen this one and only shot of me in my white gear...



I was a big hit among the 30-something and middle-aged flirts and nymphos. haha Essentially the show was a hodge-podge of fantasies and fetishes. Some of those featured: Erotic poetry, cross dressing, voyeurism and exhibitionism, human canvas painting, food play and rope suspension. Yeah. It was pretty wild. There was also swing (HA! Irony!) music during the intermission. At the end of the show, audience members are "anointed" by the studio actors who are butt ass nekkid, btw. Willow went on stage with me and that ...was interesting. The girlfriend stops by after the Show's over and after gabbing for about 20, 30 minutes with folks we three head out and make our way to Will's place to regain our energy and play a quick game of Apples to Apples...

















I swear we weren't drunk... much.

We were all damn tired from messing around with the Parkour earlier so we decided to call it a night around 1:30... and only I was the one leaving tonight.

OoOoOoOo! ...fingerbanging...

Sunday morning would be the last time I would see the ladies and I wasn't necessarily expecting what happened that day to happen... but it was a nice surprise. I'll write about that in an edit on this blog tomorrow. It's getting late.

Day 3.25 of the Northwestern Hootenanny!
Flight of the Conchords: Foux Du Fafa
I was planning to hit the road early Sunday afternoon so I wanted to get as much time in with Willow as I could. Who knows how long it'll be before we see one another again. Hopefully it won't be another seven months... I request a late check-out at the hotel because I didn't want to have all my crap in the car outside and I drive over to Willow's around 10am. The girlfriend already left to do whatever and Will was soaking in the tub when I entered. OH YEAH. Before I came over she asked if I have my Nikon with me. Of course! I need it near me like I need air in my lungs.

...why did she ask? hmmmmmmm.

She jumps out of the bathroom and brings up something I completely forgot about from a conversation long ago... "I owe you some crepes!" We walk to the grocery store to get the ingredients and walk back, all the while I'm informing her about all the movies she should and shouldn't waste time on. Another thing about her: When it comes to pop cultures and contemporary film, she barely knows a thing. Star Wars and Star Trek FOR SURE (Willow + Data 4 EVER), but nothing too genre-specific. The poor girl hasn't even seen Back to the Future yet!

We're home again and she's prepping the food and Ms. Girlfriend returns and then we have a playful mini-photoshoot. The girls got dressed up and everything, which I thought was hilarious. Here's a small batch of photos taken...





















Time flew by waaaaaaaaaay too fast that day and it wasn't long after that last shot that I was out the door. It was a fun visit. I made a lot of new friends... we nearly melted my Flight of the Conchords CD from the billion singalongs... my legs were hella sore from Parkour... at one point I had some Ds near my face. Can't claim that it wasn't entertaining! Hopefully, I'll get to see Willow again a lot sooner rather than later.