Letter 47 – San Francisco, Mr. Shrink Man, Submission, Romance and Unexpected Surprises
I’m writing this letter on 6/13/2012 at 10:37 a.m.
“I don’t care who the artist is, if you study him deeply, sincerely, detachedly, you will find that he and his work are one. If it were otherwise the planets would be capable of leaving their orbits.” –Henry Miller, Art and Outrage
I have returned to my artist loft today. I’ve been working on a very large, existing portrait for the television mural project, which I have been working on for numerous months. It is almost complete. I’m proud of the work that I’ve accomplished so far. As I have been painting, I’ve been listening to James Patterson’s, The Women’s Murder Club, Volume 1. The setting of this mystery novel takes place in San Francisco, one of my favorite cities to visit. It reminds me of my first adventure to San Francisco. I have been itching to write a letter to you about it, telling you about my strange and awkward experience, for quite some time. This is a tale of weird confliction, confusion, frustration, sadness and unexpected surprises and extreme romance.
Voice Number 1 – “A well-balanced individual is one who has no regrets. And who’s he or she? The one who has tasted at least once- or twice even better – all passion and vices the world has to offer.” –Excerpt from the Play, Flush Game Or the Gospel According to Henry Miller, Corneliu Mitrache
My first trip to San Francisco was approximately six years ago, 2006. It was mid-June and the weather was chilly, much like it is today in Minnesota. Several months prior to my journey, I yearned to discover something sexually exciting in my life – a new intimate encounter – a new lover – a new city. I would often scan over the personal ads in City Pages, or online polyamorous dating, web sites, to see if anyone interesting would pique my interest. I even had to fill out a personal profile on a few of the web sites. I didn’t mind. Within a few days, I received a message from an older gentleman who appeared intriguing to me. He was a high profile psychologist from the east coast- NYC. The world of psychology has always interested me. We conversed via email for many days and nights. We seemed to click on many levels. Our written replies to each other flowed easily. We eventually agreed to meet for dinner at Manny’s Steakhouse in Downtown Minneapolis, the next time he visited the Twin Cities. This gentleman told me in one of his last emails, before traveling to Minnesota, that he wanted to surprise me with a gift, and asked for my measurements. So I gave them to him, 36-27-34. Continue reading