Talk to me about Shame

A solo performance by Juilan Goldhagen

A few weeks ago, I attended the solo performance, Talk to me about Shame, by Julian Goldhagen. He's a great storyteller; he brought us to speed on not wanting to go to a friend's birthday party, losing his virginity and never having sex with that sex again and copping a squat on an African mountaintop for the ultimate release. Goldhagen's vulnerability and courage are magnetic. 

 

Rhythm And F'n Blues

While hanging with a friend a few nights ago, a song came on his shuffle that perked my ears right up. It was raw. At first I thought it was a spoof but he informed me that it was an actual recording by Lucille Bogan -- "Till The Cows Come Home". He gave me a brief history lesson on the life of Lucille Bogan (aka Bessie Jackson who was a known prostitute and would at times fuck men with strap-ons).

I know the blues are very sensual and sexual. I got a recent dose of blues' lyrics in Too Much Boogie by Cole Riley. But they were a bit "milder". I'm used to double entendres and euphemisms but Ms. Bogan plunged in head first (see what I did there?)!

Shit Is Supposed To Happen

Inter urinas et faeces nascimur.

                              - St. Augustine

When was your last bowel movement? I think there are more people who are constipated than are regular. I was at the supermarket, in the meat department, shopping for chicken breast and this woman was nearby and talking on her cell phone. I caught part of her conversation - she was talking about someone who was constipated. She told the person on the other end that she drinks a lot of water. After a pause she asked, "Stool softener? Maybe that's what he needs. They have that for big people?"

I resisted the urge to give my 2 cents and continued to flip through packs of boneless, skinless chicken breast like playing cards.