my commitment ceremony will be on december 27, my birthday. it might
interest you to know that i'm getting a ready-made family in the bargain:
FOUR children (though all of them of age, thanks god).
alberto, my beautiful intended, is 54 -- 55 come next september. a libra, if
you please, my nemesis, the archenemy of a defenseless little capricorn like
me. but our moons, marses, venuses and rising signs are in complete
agreement, so maybe we have a chance, what does one know? he's a physical
education teacher, a professional swimmer and a sports referee. when he was
young he dreamed he would be a DJ and a swimming teacher but somehow he
ended up working in a bank, marrying a hausfrau and having four kids. he
separated from his wife 10 years ago, and he's been on this side of life
ever since, which has been quite a gain for my cause, if you know what i
mean. he's so handsome and he has the staying power of a bolognese sauce
stain. we've been living together since february 9. he's learned how to use
the cool edit software and stuff and he's been mixing and doing the DJ magic
ever since. we go swimming everyday. so my advice to you all beautiful
people is: when your country's economy collapses and the political scene
gets dreadfully dull, give your partners a new career, and it'll all be
sunshine sunshine sunshine all around again.
we've been buying bookshelves and plants and cleaning up the storage room
too. since i can't recover the money i have in the bank in the lovely shape
and color of dear cash, i have decided i'll slide my debit card away until
it's thin and people can see my tits through it. it's already happening!
alberto never had the money to pay for his divorce, so i'm giving him the
lawyer's fees for his birthday. isn't that nice? as soon as the papers are
ready, we'll have a simple religious ceremony presided by a friendly radical
catholic priest, a reception for our friends, his mother, his children and
my ex's, and then it's off to city hall to litigate litigate litigate until
we get official recognition of our partnership, which can be done but might
take some ass kicking.
do his kids like me? they do. does his mother like me? she worships me. do i
like being involved with man that was married for decades? i hate it, why
should i lie. why would a man get married and have four children and take 44
years to realize he is ***different*** is beyond my grasp. in fact, i'd like
to hear your opinions about this issue. is that common? do you know any
similar cases? do admit: alberto is an anthropological freak.
as i write, alberto is doing the laundry and playing the horrid stuff he
downloads from the internet. one thing we have in common: we are both fond
of vampire schedules.
so things have a way of turning out nice in the end. i am as poor as the
proverbial mouse, and i won't be able to travel abroad for god knows how
long, but i am starting a family with a man i love and respect and life has
never seemed so bright and thrilling. my only sorrow now is that i won't be
able to be at the fest with all of you and that i will miss all the magic
and glamour of those wonderful days in the company of my favorite people in
the world. do sing a song for me when you're doing your sets. i need the
harmony and the good luck. i am still unable to obtain a visa to travel to
the states, which is infuriating after all the money i've spent shopping in
every major american city. macy's must be lobbying for me this very minute,
i am certain.
in any case, i am constantly thinking of all you guys and gals at jonifest
this year. i have had the most fantastic dreams about ashara and everybody.
i've even seen the performances in my dreams! it's making me feel pretty
psychotic to be honest, but then when have i not felt so. for god's sake,
this is wally k speaking after all.
as an aside, my voice is changing at last, so i'm dropping all the high
notes and developing a chest voice. aren't you all shrieking at the news? do
admit! i've been sounding like mercedes mccambridge as of late, and just as
flat as lauren bacall. so all of you who may have thought you'd miss me at
the fest think of what you'll be spared, my dears.
i know there are tons of things i meant to tell you but my memory fails me.
one last thing. i want to thank all the marvelously generous people that
have written and called me during these months. i don't want to forget
anyone so i won't mention any names. you've brightened my life in ways that
you'll never imagine and you've made me feel i was still part of the world
and not just an outcast in some hellish nightmare of a country. i never
forget a good turn. i know i'll be able to repay you someday.
so one final piece of advice: when life gives you lemons, throw them out and
use your debit cards to buy yourselves a bottle of dom perignon.
love,
wally
