Waking up in the morning to see the house painters fat belly squashed against your bedroom window.
How could this be at all appealling you ask?
Well in all honnesty....it's not.
But the idea that me and two of my closest girlfriends are now offically living in the very near suburbia of Brisbane - and are having our beautiful Queenslander painted - is enough to turn anyone on!
So, I know your all dying to know "What's it like....finally doing what you've always dreamed? Is it as you imagined?"
Well no actually....
It's better!
Every morning I wake up and realise I'm actually in a city that appreciates what I love - music, art and the love of live gigs any day of the week and realiable public transfer.
But just between you and I - there are two things about the city that I'm loving the most....
1) Having my own place means I can strip down whenever and dance to my hearts content
2) That sense of being around interesting people again
... to be honnest it's extremely comforting and yet thrilling to walk through the city and feel so many people brush up against you....
... People who have multi-coloured hair, people of all different weights, where no two people look the same.
How exciting this new world is - where musos freely roam the area and artists fling their brushes around on the streets.
A recent example would be my meeting of the two, gay photographers....:
One night (recent night), on a night out and about in the Valley, I very quickly got over the sticky, sweaty atmosphere of one of Brisbane's various clubs, and decided to take a walk.
(Yes I know it is dumb to walk on your own, in the valley, at night...But I was not about endure any more free gropage or spilled drinks!)
So, I ventured down towards a little place called Barsomas. On my way down I run into two fellas - both young, strapping, very well dressed, Indie boys - carrying a camera each, around their necks, and a white frame in each hand. After briefly discussing our shared passion for the art of Photography (as we walked together) we decided to try and get into clubs for free.
That night at Barsomas the cover charge was $16.
Not being anywhere near pay day I didn't have the dosh to cough up for entry.
So, I grabbed a hold of the frames and the boys held up their cameras and bursted in unison "MEDIA"
After making up something quick about a new magazine (that they hadn't heard of) that was being released next month we convinced the bouncers to let us in for free.
We then spent the next 40 minutes together - myself running around and framing unsuspecting faces, while the boys shot away.
Yes, it was an extremely strange night - BUT something I've never done before....
which excites me more than anything in the world (besides L.D).
So to reiterate my initial statement:
How a fat painter's belly be at all sexy...
Is because that fat man's belly reminds me that this is my house, in my city and my new life.
Chyeah Bitches!
Now what next...?
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