Friday, December 02, 2005

Bareback mountain

I was reading about the movie that is on just about every cover of every magazine and newspaper than it can possibly get on. Helps that Heath and Jake are so damn cute and we all want to imagine what they look like in bed naked together. I don't have cable so don't really know what sort of TV play it's getting -- but I can imagine and it gives me nightmares.

In fact I was reading the Village Voice cover with a lovely painting of the barebackin dudes. It's a great piece, questioning the idea of love and sex and also that nasty gay bit. Whereas the gays are sure that it's so gay. And Heath is all about it being so much love. Really, couldn't it just be great, hot sex?

But really, I'm not writing about that.

I was reading the story when I noticed the guy next to me looking over my shoulder, reading along with me. It's something that happens all the time, I do it constantly: reading teacher's students' essays, articles, ephemera of all sorts. What can I say? I'm nosy.

But I looked up (trying to be surreptitious about it) to see if he really was that interested to read so closely. Caught. "Oh sorry. I was... Sorry."
"No, it's ok. I do it all the time."
"Yeah, I'm just interested in this film."
"It's a good article. Not really about the film, more about culture and society."
"Really? My friend, who's seen it, says it's like a long fart."
"Hah! That's great!"

Turns out his name is Rodrigo. A Brasilian guy in the film industry, living in NY for three years after school upstate. Weird since I had just left an OUT in TV & Film mixer. He knew nothing of the event, and I really don't know anything of the industry. But he was a nice guy, gave me his card, said I should look him up.

I know you all are starting to doubt my dubious train encounters. But I swear: It happened. Why do I seem to talk and make contact with my fellow humans on the train? I don't know. P says it's cuz I'm accessible. Maybe it's cuz I'm still too new so I leave myself open to the possibility.

But Rodrigo is cute...and he didn't seem creepy. In fact he was quite embarassed that he gave me his card on the train. So nice and shy in fact, I may just give him a call sometime. Oh, who am I kidding. I've already emailed him...

6 Comments:

At 2:23 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Great ending line. Great.

 
At 8:22 AM, Blogger Guillem said...

I'm should consider the possibility of parking my bike for good and ride the metro again for the sake of all those subway contacts!

 
At 6:11 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Start selling pencils, cds and chocolate bars, "My name is Jerry, and no I'm not selling candy for no basketball team."

 
At 11:28 AM, Blogger Dee said...

Break his heart, cowboy.

 
At 12:18 PM, Blogger Dee said...

A gay film?

This is a WHITE film!

 
At 7:35 PM, Blogger Dee said...

I read the following from Diane Ackerman's A Natural History Of Love during lunch:

"Look how many women fall in love with cowboys--whether he really is a Marlboro man on the ranch or not--someone who is tough and silent; and she alone is going to find her way to his heart. There's something seductive about taming the wild beast in him, which, or course, makes for an unhappy love affair, because if you're a cowboy you just have to ride off into the sunset. Or, if she does tame him, then he wasn't a real cowboy after all. So she loses either way."

 

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