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Prosies < ? bostonites # > |
February 8, 2004 I don't know where to start... maybe with Superbowl 38. I'm not a football fan—like, you could say about me and football that we are pretty much diametrically opposed. Maybe it's a sign of my mellowing with age, though, because I watched the game at a friend's house, with two lesbians (it was good to be back among dykes), and wasn't afraid of asking stupid questions. Maybe because the game was so evenly matched, maybe because it was my team that eventually won—for the second time in three years, after NEVER winning EVER in the entire history of the Championship—but I really got into it. I even found myself yelling for the team at the end. It was bizarre. Driving back, I got caught up in this huge impromptu cross-town party of people trying to get home after watching the game at various bars and parties. People just spontaneously honking their horns, waving at each other. Just a rush of good feeling. In a cold, cold city, it's nice to have that feeling from time to time. It's nice to feel connected to a larger community. There was that whole thing about Janet Jackson's breast being exposed at half-time, too. I can't believe that Americans get so upset about seeing a bared mammary gland at a sporting event that has a tradition of gang rapes, misogyny, and spinal injuries. But really, I don't think I'm saying anything new here. So I'll just stop. Why I haven't been making as many entries in the Prosies: It's not really because I feel I can't say anything new. It's really just because I'm feeling beat down and worn out. Not by winter so much, although that doesn't help (I can feel springtime coming, we've already passed Candlemas, but it's still so far away). Just by my reduced financial circumstances and all the changes and curtailments that come with it. Life is suffering. But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy the sun on
the snow, the wind in the trees, the gifts of the city in which I do
live.
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