I believe my treatment needs to include more massage.
There's a guy down at OWS named Malcolm. He's my age and attractive. I'm not sure if he's single or not. I met him the other day after I noticed this guy in the computer station and went over to say hello. He's a blogger named Jesse LeGreca (@jesselagreca). He went to kiss me hello and if I'm remembering correctly, the kiss landed on my neck. Apparently he's getting a lot of attention lately, but I'm looking for Malcolm.
Now that I'm officially Chasing Malcolm, it's come to my attention that Malcolm has already taken on such symbolic significance that it really doesn't matter if I meet the man again in real life or not. I'm not sure exactly what I'm chasing right now, but I've been chasing it my whole life. Could be Malcolm has the key.
Could be that I've found my tribe and it's down in Liberty Park - although I hear the occupation has spread to Washington Square Park, which I have to say is infinitely cooler. I'll stick with Liberty, though, because it's a straight shot down the Westside on the 1 train. I don't like going down to Chambers street much on account of the World Trade Center, and all the damage that has been done on account of that bullshit. Like the War and the erosion of our civil liberties in the name of Homeland Security.
In honor of Columbus Day
Liberty Park, known as Zuccoti Park on Google Maps, is in the shadow of the construction site down there at the pile. I don't know who was behind the WTC situation, but whether it was an inside job, Al Queda or Mossad - I can see why somebody wanted to fly a plane into those banskster motherfuckers. I personally don't see a hell of a lot of difference between flying a plane into the World Trade Center and drones hitting neighborhoods in Pakistan while Obama is aiming at one cleric, but I digress. What do I know? Obama is the one with the Nobel Peace Prize.
Anyway, it's easier for me to get to Liberty Park than Washington Square Park even though Washington Square is a nicer park. The main thing is that I've gotten my ass out of the bar at Bergdorf's.
I'm thinking that if Chasing Malcolm has to do with finding my tribe, then this whole fiesta must be related to first chakra stuff and Kundalini rising.
Speaking of Kundalini, the Yoga Master turned into a great big Zero. He asked me out to dinner last Saturday and said he would call to tell me where to meet him. Our date was set for after 9:00. When he hadn't called by 9:30, or texted to say he was tied up, I was pissed. When he called at 9:45 on Sunday morning to ask me out again, I figured I had enough insight into why his wife wanted a divorce. I had a date with a different fellow from Match this weekend. He paid the bar tab, and I didn't hate him. I'm not sure he likes me, though. I hung on his every word just like I was supposed to, I told him he was wrong to confuse the Way of the World with Human Nature.
Which brings me back to Malcolm.
Aside from being a straight man in my demographic - we still have to see if he's single, half-way sober and somewhat employed - the thing about Malcolm is that he's fully involved in The Revolution. I want to be fully involved also. I'll be calling in this afternoon at 4:00 to Gwendolyn Holden Barry's blogtalk show, Here Be Monsters. Gwendolyn has been working non-stop to share the good news from Wall Street and Washington ever since the occupation began on September 17. I like calling in because it's a simple way to stay connected with a lively group of progressive bloggers who are scattered across the country in real life. I'm going to do the show myself on Wednesday - maybe with the help of Woody Konopelli since he's perfectly capable of talking to himself for an hour and I am not.
Maybe I'll find Malcolm. Maybe not - but either way it's great to be in the middle of that energy. And for the record, the New York Times' interest and focus on public toilets in the area is Bull Shit. Lee Camp addresses that issue in his latest Moment of Clarity.