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Still the Makeup Guy - The Literary Exhibitionist
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Still the Makeup Guy
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06192016-08


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Shobhit and I went to a SIFF advance screening of 20th Century Women last night -- I had really wanted to see that one, and was really afraid I'd lost my chance when I saw the email confirmation link. A lot of times if I don't see the email for too long, when I click the link the registration is already closed. I got that email on Wednesday and was surprised to find I got in fast enough. Shobhit happily came alone, mostly because it was free, but also of course because it would give him a Social Review point.

The screening was at the Uptown Theatre on Lower Queen Anne, which in retrospect is somewhat annoying: it opens today at the Egyptian Theatre, which is all of six blocks from home. But last night, I walked home from work first; ate the dinner Shobhit had waiting; and then we drove back down to the Uptown, which is all of half a mile from where I work (the same distance, in fact, that the Egyptian is from home -- okay, it's 0.1 miles farther).

Shobhit, ever the obsessive with coupons and deals, had a coupon both for a nearby restaurant and for what we thought was a nearby coffee shop, but we decided to save the money on dinner (coupon notwithstanding) and eat at home. And then we found out the coffee shop was actually nearly a mile from the theatre, and so we bagged that idea too. We didn't even get popcorn at the movie, much as Shobhit kept whining about how much he wanted it. My weight was back up by 0.6 lbs to 146.5 this morning regardless, which was very annoying. I suppose it would make a difference if I stopped grazing on snacks at work, but I really thought I hadn't eaten that much yesterday. I guess I was wrong.

Shobhit declared the movie slow and boring, by the way. This rather surprised me, given the number of times he laughed while we were watching it. I liked it a lot -- solid B+. I feel validated in considering Shobhit wrong about this, when the movie's Rotten Tomatoes score is 93% and even its MetaScore, which is much more accurate a ratings system, is 82 -- just above the 80 threshold to be listed as having "universal acclaim." So Shobhit is vastly outnumbered here; he kept trying to declare the script its weakest element (I found it to be its greatest strength, and found myself impressed by the script specifically while the movie was still playing). But he kept using buzzwords like "inciting event" that he clearly learned in writing classes, which I think perhaps has made him a little too stuck on supposed writing rules when the greatest films enter into greatness by breaking such rules. Following a formula is never mandatory, and more often than not actually results in forgettable movies.

They were nice enough to let us stand in line inside the lobby, which was very unusual, but they clearly did it so we wouldn't have to send out in the unseasonably (even for winter) freezing cold. We all appreciated that. After the movie, we just drove back home. I'm still not used to having such frequent access to a car; under normal circumstances it would have been at least 9:45 by the time I got back home, using public transit, and I would not have much time to write my review before bed. In this case, I got home at 9:11, which gave me plenty of time to write.

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06182016-29


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Shobhit had a doctor's appointment yesterday, necessitated by his Truvada prescription. Our previous doctor moved to a different department and so we had to switch; Shobhit went ahead and switched the new one he was assigned to the same new one I had gone to last year. He told me about the stuff he learned about her while we were in the car on our way to the movie last night, and apparently she had asked which patient was his husband.

Shobhit said, "He wears eye makeup." Apparently she was just immediately like, "Oh, okay."

That made me laugh pretty hard. I mean, it's not like it's a surprise that such a detail would immediately make anyone remember me, but I've been wearing makeup daily for 20 years, so I often don't even think about it. I of course immediately notice any time I see any other grown man with eye makeup on because it's so rare, but since I spend most of my time looking out from behind the makeup (the fact that I almost certainly look into mirrors more often then most people notwithstanding), I easily go about my day to day life without thinking much about how noticeable my own eyes are to other people. This is true in spite of the fact that even now I semi-regularly get complimented, not just on my blue eyes, but on how well I wear the makeup.

I just don't think that often about it being the defining physical characteristic -- the thing that makes me most memorable.

And this was the case almost immediately, by the way. I had long been androgynous before I came out in the summer of 1996, which was when I was halfway through college: two years down, two to go. I had been growing my fingernails out for as long as I can remember; I remember having them long as young as preteen age. I had grown my hair long since the age of about 14. It had been blonde all my life, but in 1996, all on the same weekend, I pierced my ears, started painting my fingernails black, dyed my hair black -- and also started wearing eyeliner. I was pretty piss-poor at applying it for a while in the beginning, I realize now in retrospect. (Exhibit 1. It took me a while to learn that, for my face anyway, it was best only to line the top lids, and not beneath the eyes.)

It was sometime during the subsequent school year at WSU in Pullman, the 96-97 year, that Gabriel told me I had a nickname on campus: "the makeup guy." Apparently that's what I quickly became known as.

It's twenty years later and I guess I'm still the Makeup Guy.

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06182016-22

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