Cooking for eight this evening. I’ve not cooked properly for months. I have cooked like an American..thrown things together but not cooked properly..like I am want to do.
I am going to find a huge shoulder of lamb somewhere and stuff it with rosemary and garlic. It has been so chilly here that a good gigot and roasted root vegetables makes perfect sense. Perhaps a summer pudding? I wish I could find gooseberries for a summer crumble. I am going to make custard.
Lunch with Joel at SHLA. I paid. Why? Bumped into Drew Pinsky and Tom Arnold. Lovely to see Drew. I mentioned the CNN thing, Tom said that Montana Fishburne has no money from her father and Drew concluded that her decision to do porn was probably based on her giving her father the finger. Montana on the next rehab show? Perhaps.
After lunch I had a lump on my testicle checked out by a very nice doctor in Beverly Hills. I must have an ultrasound tomorrow. I could be castrated by the weekend if things don’t work out. Hmmm…then I could become a transsexual. My secret desire for so many years.
This morning was, of course, Wednesday therapy at 7.30. I shared that the companion had referred to us as we yesterday in relation to my doctor’s appointment..as in, ‘we’ll get through it’ rather than, ‘you’ll get through it’. I felt a tear welling up in my wizened eye. When I mentioned that to Jon he said, ” A smidgen of compassion? Is that all it takes?”
Strangely it was the companion who mentioned just how cynical, bitter and washed up most of the gay men he met were. He should try hanging out with addicts.
I read a Newsweek article by Howard Fineman that made me so sad. Sad because I agreed with his miserable assessment of America’s standing in the rest of the world. I’m not an idiot, I can see the rich tearing down anything they can lay their hands on, plundering this country while the poor cling to their huge cars and wars and patriotism. Clinging to their tatty bill of rights, their eviscerated constitution.
I was sad because I have never felt more like an American as I do now and wish it wasn’t so that the roads are fucked, that the Christians are in charge, that the gays get infected with HIV because they think it’s like living with diabetes.
I was sad because my miserable and oft mocked USA is a Third World Country prophecy is coming true. That my pessimistic assessment of the American Economy coming back from the brink is even worst than I expected. Please say it ain’t true.
Even my rich middle class manufacturing friends are limping from one foreign order to another, limping but believing (as they have always believed) that the unregulated free market and not government will make everything better.