gnoll's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- dance to the radio i stopped by kenny and his boyfriend's ranch last night with my father. it's out by deerhurst in huntsville and was much larger than i expected. driving through the property up to the loft they built gave me the impression that they were sitting on at least ten acres of land which was sporting a miniputt course and a large man made pond. apparently they were renting from some wealthy texan they met at a coke party and were only paying six hundred and fifty dolalrs a month, including maintenance and utilities. the door was open so we let ourselves in. kenny was occupied in another room preparing for a night on the town while his boyfriend kept himself busy refinishing a patio table he found in someones trash. it was pretty typical looking, metal legs with a glass top but the treatment he was preparing was impressing the hell out of me. he had cultivated a bacterium rich solution that he painted in coats over the glass which he then intended to cover in a breathable epoxy resin. the final effect would be a translucent table top with live mold that would grow and shift under the epoxy coating and cast muted shades of yellow and green in the sun. my father watched with equal amounts of disgust and admiration. at one point he even took up a brush and helped paint on a few strokes of the murky solution. it was his way of dealing with his uneasiness of playing guest to a couple of flaming queers. 1:55 p.m. - Thursday, Sept. 19, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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