When One Is Very Happy

PHOTO: Brian Buzzini, 80's Male Super Model

When one is very happy, all things seem beautiful.
-James Mitchell Clarke
"Luis of Guadalajara"

Twenty-five years ago today:

May 16, 1985
Thursday

Dale talks about Dee being possessive of him---but what about his possessiveness over me! He admitted to being jealous over my relationship with Steffanya. He was also very glad about my decision NOT to marry Paloma. He needs to break away some and allow some space from me. I am sure he has inner feelings for me that make me feel uncomfortable (ugh). Now that I dwell on it, “Give me a break!”

Dale and I went up to Union Square to see a Fashion show. I took only one or two pictures because I was positioned wrong and I could not really see everything due to all of the heads in the audience. I did see male model, Brian Buzzini. I managed to get a photo of Brian Buzzini, modeling in his underwear. His body definition is where I hope my body will reach sooner versus later.

Rachelle called me at work. We’re both looking forward to Friday night. Tonight she plans to come to visit me. I’m happy about that.

Dale and Ryan asked me to go to aerobics class with them tonight.
“I’ll have to do it another time because Rachelle is coming by tonight,” I said.

Danny Garcia called me at work also. I returned his call and it seems it’s over between him and Robert.
Danny said, “They are converting our apartments into condominiums, so we’re moving to San Ramon. I am looking for another place to live.”
“I’m sure you’ll find something,” I said, knowing full well that he hoped I’d offer him a space to live at my pad. I refrained from the suggestion because I am pleased and satisfied with the way things are right now. Marty is my sole roommate and he’s easy. In fact, if Marty continues to be my roommate until the end of this year I will have my VISA and MasterCard fully paid off (provided I do not go on charging my credit cards).

Rachelle came by my place only fifteen minutes after I had returned from mom’s house. I went to deliver mom’s earrings and rap with Dad for a few minutes.

Rachelle and I kissed and we almost went upstairs to my bedroom until I stood tall and made the decision of going to the Ice-Cream dock. Rachelle is very sensual. I like that but I don’t know where this could lead. I want to get more serious but I’m a little scared over the idea. Her girlfriends degrade me without even knowing me---just because they think I am twenty-three years old. Rachelle’s mom believes I am twenty-three, too. Rachelle and I plan to tell them ‘way later’ that I am twenty-six (in ten days).

After our cheeseburger we went to my house. Marty was there and I got a message that Sherri had called. It seems that Marty met Sherri for the first time as she saw him drive into my garage. What a big thrill. Anyway, the big news of Sherri’s day was that she is going to work as a receptionist from 8-5pm at BRADY Empire’s Personnel Agency in San Francisco. This means that we may be driving into The City together. That’ll be fun. As I am writing I just had a brainstorm idea. Maybe Sherri’s mom (Janet Lewis) can drive to Sherri’s everyday and we could all carpool. Her mom works for Bank of America in The City. Who knows?

Rachelle and I went upstairs to my bedroom. And yes, we entertained each other once again. Rachelle was just nervous about Marty hearing anything. Marty was probably wondering what was going on with Rachelle and I in my bedroom. Well, we fucked. I should not be so blatant. We really ‘made love’ and it felt so good. She’s a true sensuous goddess. I love the feel of her. She left my house by 9:40PM and she got to her house by 10:15PM.

A lilac had mated with a copper beech, and to bind them yet more closely to one another the malevolent ivy, always an enemy to grace, had thrown her tendrils about the pair and made them prisoners.
-Daphne du Maurier
"Rebecca"