06 December 2007

Repeal Day

Here I sit, big as a house, while the baby rat-a-tat-tats a little soft shoe from the inside, my internal organs are merely her percussion instruments. Right then, it’s gone beyond soft shoe as she’s gotten stronger and bigger and the space available to her shrinks. She’s moved from dancing to boxing.

I keep meaning to write and then lose track, lose focus. So I’m not going to even strive for a great deal of sensible narrative tonight.

Whenever I see a bay nut this time of year I think of Cassie (aka Indigo.) They’re made of her favorite colors and I keep thinking that she doesn’t realize just how much she likes yellow.

They say that babies know who their core family is because they recognize the voices of people from the womb. Since I’ve been pregnant, we’ve watched all seven seasons of Buffy The Vampire Slayer on DVD. So I guess she’ll think Sarah Michelle Gellar is part of her core tribe. That’s just wrong.

Yesterday (happy Repeal Day, by the by) I stopped by Goth@m, what remains of a once renowned San Francisco piercing parlor called The G@untlet (they seem to use the same “G” logo) to have a few personal body ornaments removed in preparation of the girl’s arrival. Years ago, the SF-location closed down and one of the piercers started Goth@m. I’ve walked by it several times, it’s a stones throw from the old place, but I’ve never been in. I was in the neighborhood dealing with my tax guy, so I figured “no time like the present.”

A beautiful black man was working behind the counter of this somewhat sleazy looking hole-in-the wall of a place (no pun intended.) (The G@untlet was the equivalent of a clean well-lighted place to modify your body, this place had a rather dingy, back-room abortion clinic feel about it.) The beautiful black man, heretofore known by his nickname, T@sty C@kes (I don’t lie), had awesome tattoos – some of which included scarification, all of which were raised. He tells me that tattoos on people of color are raised because of their pigment. I had no idea and I don’t remember T. Lee’s tattoos being raised and I’m thinking, am I so insulated that I don’t have many friends of color with body art? He let me run my fingers over the tattoos – I love that raised feel.

So the beautiful black man called T@sty C@kes, with the fantastic raised tattoo and body jewelry has me hop up on an old and rickety exam table in a small grey room with a window that looks out into a dimly lit, dirty light well and he’s holding the needle nose pliers between my legs, shaking his head, saying he hasn’t seen a vagina in over ten years and how his Mom isn’t going to believe this. I try to console him by telling him I haven’t seen it for several months either. And I’m thinking, this is one of the things that make me different from other pregnant woman– who talk about the wonder of the baby moving and wax whimsical at the notion of motherhood. Their stories never seem to involve a T@sty C@kes between their legs with a needle nose pliers.

17 comments:

madrigle said...

OH ZU! that entry is destined to be a classic! LOL. I SO love you. HUGS!

Anna said...

I must say, though you are right that I can't relate to this one, I like your needle nose pliers pregnant story WAY better than my pregnant puffy leg one. I wish that I could use it as my own just to totally freak my family out! Wouldn't that be fun?

It's 4:00 in the morning now and I actually have ankles at the moment. I think I'm going to just sit here and stare at them before it's time to leave for the ferry.

Anna

alison said...

I suspect if you hung around a slightly younger crowd your stories might be similar as well as the added discussion of how pregnancy has altered your belly butten tattoo. One friend is waiting till she's done breastfeeding to have her nipples repierced. You and I are simply older than we seem, like being viewed through a car mirror. "Persons viewed are older than they appear"

M thinks I might be pregnant cause I'm tired and hungry. I think it's wishful thinking on his part. Not working on it but hoping is a good step, right?

Cassie/Indigo said...

Hey! I was right there yesterday too, er, not *quite* exactly where you were, but feeet away as I went to Cliff's to buy stuff for my autistic babes to learn with. I do love yellow. I am a closet yellow lover. I like you wearing yellow, it doesn't suit me as a color to wear is all. I like the muted hues...like straw, sried grasses and the like. BTW my camera battery is getting charged so I can capture the winter colors. Baker Beach is an amazing palatte right now, and different in the varying light from early morning to dusk. You know that painting of mine that you have, "Strange Sun"? I think that has the golden, juicy orangy-yellow that I like.

Speaking of colors...I wore a teal sweater yesterday to class, and I am wearing it today too, and the women in my class really liked the color on me, and one even said that it was *my* favorite color. I begged to differ, but then I don't look so good in green, and blues can be too light or dark, so in a way, she may be right! Teal!

Zuzu said...

Madrigle -

I love you BACK!

Anna -

How's them legs?

Alison -

I'm not so sure... on the BC board those young girls are pretty vanilla. They think "alternative" is choosing not to dress their children in pink.

Cassie/Indigo -

You should beg more often (wink).

-Zu

Cassie/Indigo said...

You are a trouble maker and anyway, I'm an Aries. I don't beg. Tantrum, maybe. Heh.

boann said...

zuzu i have really missed reading you. this entry made me smile. i do adore you.

Zuzu said...

BoAnn - I can't make any promises, but I'll "try" to update more often! I still stop by dland and check on my favorites list regularly. Hope you're well and having a stellar holiday season. - Zu

mydthought said...

See! I love it when you update. You may not "wax whimsical" about pregnancy but I love the way you wax about piercings. :P

storm-shadow said...

Aggh! No nipple piercing! I've always found them to be too odd on us guys. Women? So-so. One of my friends got her labia pierced and showed it to me. Weirdest thing to see dangling from a girl's pussy, especially when the pink lips are not yet aroused. Every time you flick it, an angel gets its wings. I've dabbled with the thought of piercing my ear for a diamond since it kind of goes along with my whole dressing pretty nice during the winter. Babies love Mozart. Babies with personality are the ones that grow up with Prince's "Batdance."

Dale said...

Wondering if u still read ;)

madrigle said...

I nearly wrecked my car this morning when the MOST gorgeous man I've seen in a long while sauntered through the construction site next to school today as I was already late to work. Tall and statuesque, jeans that showed EVERYTHING and ebony skin that softly shown it's luster in the early morning light. drop-dead-gorgeous. I was in need of some alone time, let me tell you. LOL

titration said...

You have got some super fun commenter's here! Funny. And your post was funny too BTW. I read it right when you posted but I never commented. Not sure why. Alas.

Eleanor said...

Happy Holidays to you, too, Zuzu. All the best for 2008!

storm-shadow said...

Nice question. I've always wondered here and there over this fascination with humiliating the opposite sex during sex-play as well as 'water sports.' I'm not into either one but I like to know why people have this need to play with pee. My ex hinted that she wanted me to pee on her. Since I was then just starting out at sex, it was too much. Now, it's like this. If you want to watch, just say so. Unzip and I'll let it rip but only if you aim it for me. Who knew women were as kinky as Sara? Oh, and a Happy Holidays to you, too.

storm-shadow said...

A favor. Would you be so kind as to go to my blog and read the comment left by Sammy under my "Gonna Go Now" entry before Christmas. I want your opinion as to what she has said because I'm all over the place about it. Is she right? Am I sounding like I'm in the 50's? How can Sammy irritate me so much?

Madrigle said...

Zu, are you the worlds best mommy yet??? I so bet you are. HUGS!UHG! ZU! Not-Green-Eyed-Guy, just wrote me... it's been months. Heres what he wrote me: Hey sexy, you may find this strange, but i have been thinking about you a lot lately. Just want to see how you are doing... so... how are you doing? I seriously just want to scream. Why am I still so enthralled with him?