my colors are showing

and so are my neighbors.

So, I walked outside to the front yard this evening to pop my Ambien—well, not really - but what I saw could have very well been the hallucinogenic result of popping it and then staying up past the point of sleep. Directly across the street a little girl danced, twirling and oozing forth - her image reflecting off the voices of the other two people involved, her tiny little spirit leaping toward euphoria while two fat, frizzy haired middle aged women sat by, coaching the child, "Now. Turn a bit more. That's very nice. Yes. Twirl and turn...there you go", followed by muffled sounds of more instruction. The little girl, pleased by the encouragement (or simply responding to her own true nature - who can tell these days?) reached her hand and ripped a gash through the air across her front side and then downward to grab her cowboy boot from the driveway just in time bring it back upward and down again to nail some invisible crawling creature on the driveway-to which the two ladies responded by resuming instruction, disappointed by the interruption but undaunted. Round and round the little girl twirled, spinning about with seeming delight when I finally realized that the tiny little girl was a boy with all the male energy of Rambo—his dress not on, and not off, but hanging playfully off his tiny little body in an undecided fashion.

By now I had positioned myself so that I had front row seating, adjusting my ass on the pavement to get a clearer see without being too obvious - after which this surreal hallucination played on another five minutes...the two vicariously obsessed fat ladies issuing specific commands with all the panache of Broadway choreographers - while I sat a bit shocked, every conceivable and logical answer melting away. A stream of drool may have escaped the side of my mouth just in time to alert me to the fact I was gawking. And disgusted.

I'm really not sure quite yet, but I might be a bigot.

posted some time in june, 2008