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21st Century Lesbian Trailer Trash

These are the mad musings of a middle aged woman, dyke, nurse, poet. I have a dog, a cat, a mobile home, and delusions of grandeur.

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Location: California, United States

Thursday, September 22, 2005

How I Came To Be Trailer Trash, Part the First

To begin with, don't ask about the lesbian part. It's a done deal and not nearly as intersting as the trailer trash aspect of my existence. That business began when I was still in college if I remember correctly. This was back in the dark ages before personal computers, lap tops, and acrylic nails.

I attended what has now become my all time favorite film, Harold and Maude. I so loved the film that I saw it at least a half dozen times. In the theater. Because in the dark ages, there was no such thing as cable, a VCR, a DVD, or Hollywood Video.

The person who charmed me most was Ruth Gordon. Other than my grandmother, she was probably the very beginning of my complete and utter fascination with old women. She lived in a delightful little trailer at the end of a pier. I remember thinking that one day I wanted a wildly bohemian place of my own just like Maude's.

It was filled with plants, knick knacks, lace, and copper kettles. Like Maude, it exuded a joy in the richness of Life.

The musical score, by the way, was written and performed by Cat Stevens. "If you wanna be free be free. If you wanna be me be me..." That's the one that has always roamed around my head as I picture Maude liberating the tree from the city sidewalk. I wanted to grow up to be just like her.

I more or less forgot about my dream until my mother and stepfather were killed in a plane crash and inadvertantly left me a small pile of money. I found myself at a mobile home park on the Bay searching for that little trailer. For a variety of reasons it wasn't to be. I continued my forlorn existence of apartment/condominium living.

It was not until I had a pivotal dream about my old age that I returned to my trailer yearnings.

One day I will discuss my dreams and my financial dysfunctions. They are in part related to my current trailer trash existence. But I would never want to mislead anyone. The charm of trailer existence has long been on my mind.


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1 Comments:

Blogger toni said...

I totally enjoy your blogs...they are entertaining. I never thought of the word "trailer" and "charm" together in the same sentence.

I've read many blogs and yours is my favorite. I really think you should (if you have not already considered)writing a book. There is not enough Lesbian fiction that isn't trashy or Lesbian non-fiction that is humorous.
Anyway thanks for writing. :)

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