On Tuesday 10
Dec 74, my divorce from Beth became official
- Wally Jones took care of the "legal" end of it - I
did a portrait of him the next night.
On Tuesday 10
Dec 74, my divorce from Beth became official
- Wally Jones took care of the "legal" end of it - I
did a portrait of him the next night.
He asked me how it felt to be a "free man" - I told him - "No different" - My honeymoon had the same quality - we'd been living together for 6 months before we got married - the wedding made no impression on me, except to put me deeper in debt to my father - the divorce meant nothing because we haven't lived together for two years (so long?!).
All it cost me was a 36 exposure roll of Plus-X (45¢) and a few sheets of paper - so a chapter of my life comes to a close, and although I consider the wound to be healed, I'll probably wear the scar to my grave.
Tonight I went to a party of P.P. staff - a lot of strange things happened, including two women making passes at me - I don't really remember all that went on, except that I impressed a lot of people with my wit and charm, and maybe made a few sales for portraits.
Chic is having trouble dealing with racism - she got her first real taste at Gittsis last week - and elderly white woman who started to do a real number - "I can introduce you to a real nice white boy" - she was drunk so I ignored her - and gave the waitress a fat tip and one of my new cards - in one fell swoop I put the waitress at ease ( by not causing a scene) and showed her my contempt for the woman (by ignoring her) and demonstrated that I as a "person of consequence and means" (by the card).
Chic was upset, and didn't know how to deal with it - it took until the next day to get the anger out of her, and even tonight I had to point out some of the subtleties of the transaction to her, e.g., that the woman directed the thrust of her racism at Chic rather than at me (same race ostracism due to contact).
Tonight at the party she was unaware of the tension directed at me by the white males while I did the "Bump" with Linda (?) and slow danced with the hostess Carol, both white - she danced with two of her Youth Outreach Workers, Pedro & Gene, and got very upset after the party when I told her that to some of the people at the party, she didn't dance with Pedro & Gene; she danced with a Spic and a Nigger - I am sensitive enough to see it and mature (?) enough to ignore it - she can't sense it, and when it is exposed to her, she cannot accept or deal with it.
Gene struck me as like myself - 16 looking 19 - I want to help him - try to expose him to some of the things that helped me get through to be the kind of "universalist" I am now - try to keep him from being consumed by the hate and the frustration that are all his socio-economic matrix will allow him - he has the potential - I can't give him direction (he must chose his own) - only the self-confidence that he needs to cultivate in order to succeed at whatever he chooses - maybe ... more than I've got myself.
Shot Gene Edward's wife ($10) and he gave me a haircut - my first in 18 months - hung some portraits at Kravitz Gallery, but Bruce gave me a shitty location to hang them.
Jim ran up $150 on my phone last month - he says he'll pay soon, but I know he can't - he'll have to go soon, but with Kathy in the hospital, I can't kick him out now - he had dreams bigger than mine, but he over-extended himself through relying too much on others ... for which I can't blame him.
Last update: 28-Jun-96 by dennette@wiz-worx.com
<Who is this "Dennette"
person?>