Part 2

We slept in till 3 in the afternoon, then had some Ollie’s Noodles. Mmm… it makes me want to have some dumplings right now. It was so hot and muggy out, and Times Square is possibly the most crowded place in the world.

Back in the hotel room, Jay and I made love some more, slept some more, then woke up at around 7 in the evening. I had been calling CJ all day, trying to connect so we could meet up tonight at the art opening at Art At Large.

The Film Center Building has these great looking metal vents in the lobby. The security guard had a big sign next to him saying “All guests must register.” But he waved us to the elevator saying, “7th floor.”

On the 7th floor, the guests at the reception had overflowed into the hallway. It was so crowded, and so hot. I heard someone say, “Jay.” It was Grady Turner, curator of that night’s show, and of the inaugural exhibition at the Museum of Sex.

“Finally we meet,” I shook his hand. That night I also met gallery owner Pet Silvia and Tammy Stubbs.

If I was an erotic art collector, I would buy:

* Blue Kimono, by George Clark – I like how drippy the paint is. Gravity plays a role in both content and form.
* Almost Close To Heaven, by Marina Tsesarskaya – The only piece in this show that deals with the subject of a woman’s pleasure.
* Untitled, by David Brody – This one is a sentimental choice. I have a series of paintings I did when I was a teen, of a woman with her hair in the air. Like this painting, mine were very minimal and symetrical nudes. This piece would be a nice addition.
* and of course, The Moon and I – the menstrual flow is quite possibly the least photographed, yet most often-occuring event in a woman’s life. This piece is my celebration of it.

may ling su at art galleryMitch parked his cab downstairs and popped into the gallery to see the art. He gave me a kiss, then turned to Jay and kissed him on the mouth. Watching them kiss so publicly turned me on a bit. Mitch left right away, though. He was on the clock.

It was so hot at the gallery, so we hung out at the lobby waiting for CJ. She arrived with another gorgeous black woman, and introduced her as Toy. They were roommates in Spanish Harlem, but did not share the same style. CJ is an uptight strict Ivy League grad, and Toy wears gold chains and sports jerseys. We had dinner across the Film Center Building. Toy had just gotten out of a relationship, and flirted openly with our hot latina server.

Then as we were walking back to our hotel, it rained. Hard. I tucked myself under Toy’s umbrella, while CJ and Jay braved the rain.