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Another cool place bites the dust, and fulfilled lust
by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid - SGN A&E Writer

Ah, Seattle, the soulless monster that you have become since this one hit your dirty streets 20 years ago. No more the place where folks were reading poetry in every coffee shop and dive all over this evil little city, and no more the place able to laugh at itself, with folks wearing cutoff jeans over longjohns and eating at places like Rocket Pizza and Minnies. Nope, now you insist on tearing down your delicious past and putting up these horrid boxes and the faces in the street (when you can see them around their iPods and cell phones) are not smiling. No sense of humor these days in "rat city." A shame and then some, because I sort of liked you then, Seattle, but like a heroin addict lover, you've frozen me out of your dream, and after walking by what used to be The Globe Café (former home of the now gone Red Sky Poetry Theatre, and safe haven to good and bad poets alike), and finding out it's gone too, I'm outta here. No, not right away, but honey, before this year ends, this one is making tracks for a city that still has a soul, and darlin', I'm not gonna be looking back, trust me.

On that note, let me start by saying the lovefest between me and my new BFF Pepperblue (she of my Norwescon and Rustycon partying for the last couple of years) continues as this one has started to make Tacoma her weekend destination. Last weekend it was personal pizzas with her, her roomies and her squeeze, the weekend before a wine and cheese party with the same, and plans are in the works for more of these good times. Also, this one has been burning the late night lamp, e-mailing back and forth with her new "solja" honey, who's due home from that idiot war in June. Baby, we are counting the days! True dat, if "army sweetie" is still such, there might be some hard choices ahead, or in the immortal words of Grace Slick, we could try to "go on as three." We'll see and you'll know about it all when I do, honey! Me, I'm just looking forward to riding on that swell Harley "new army squeeze" is on in a photo sent to this one via the net. Seattle, bye bye!

This one also got some "good lovin'" last weekend (that would be Saturday a week ago to you darlings) from this tall, hot Leo, who also bottomed very nicely for this little sadist before we hit the sheets at The Wet Spot. Picked that one over the other bottom this one tortured because, honey, size does matter, ya know? Hmm hmm! Then there are the two other "soljas," one who's "over there" too, and another due to come back to Washington in about a week, that this one's been chatting up, as well as that Scorpio who drifts in and out 'cause of military job stuff. Life is good, baby, life is good! Guess the Goddess is giving me love after me finding out the economy being in shreds is making it impossible to get my book, Prayerland, published right now. Ah well, another time, and the serial story, Young Blues is still running on this one's blog of this column, hoping for some intrepid soul to pull it and turn it into the TV show it longs. No, this one never gives up hope, and neither should any of you reading this, even my little "fan," who wonders where I got my writing experience.

So, what besides lusting and observing, once again, Metro drivers be mean to running passengers (yes, those beotches out there can really be hateful to other sistuhs at times, and it is NOT pretty!) has this one been into? Well, I did kick up my workout a notch so I can look bootylicious for the sarge coming home from the war in June, baby, and I tried the yummiest parfuums by Annick Goutal (which you can get at Nordstrom). Do try her Petite Cherie and also the spicy and tasty Eau L'Hadrien (which makes one get noticed, believe me!). Also I'm loving the new Wet 'n Wild Ultimate Touch pressed powder I picked up at Bartels after my hero of a brother sent this one "survival cash" on a particularly lean cash flow week. Nothing like having a "normal" sibling if you're the artist type like me. Oh, and my new fave singer? Gnarls Barkley, who this one can't hear enough of, as well as new Lyrics Born stuff, which those wonderful DJs at KEXP play and make me happy, especially when I'm missing "army sweetie" as I was recently.

Mad props to DJs Troy and Alex, who played my requests, thus stemming a flowing tide of grief one lonely night a week ago. And happy, happy, happy birthday to DJ Shannon, who I have much love for. As for DJ El Toro, honey I'm starting to get used to the pretentious voice, but oh, I so wish you'd just settle and talk like normal folks. So, that's it for now, my little cute puppies, and do feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com, and check out the blog, where you can find out more about the drummer featured in this column, and the band she plays with, Radiolake. Caught those guys playing at Sureshot Coffee in the U-District a coupla weeks back and went crazy wild in love with them instantly. Stay warm and dry out there and remember, nothing bad lasts forever, not even bad weather, so chin up. Buhbye!

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