Friday, January 22, 2010

Plumage!

Anything posted here is purely for entertainment. Any resemblance to any individual is coincidental. Now, having said that, let's talk about me and my current relationship. The first thing that comes to mind, is a program I was watching on the Nature channel. There were some birds whose mating season it was. The female was courted by several males whose plumage was absolutely breathtaking. But, she didn't allow her breath, nor anything else, to be taken away merely by get-ups, I mean plumage. She engaged him in a dance to see how well he could dance. Sound familiar? Well, sorrowfully for him, they weren't dancing to the same rhythm. Sound familiar again? So instead of having herself dragged all over the branch by this. albeit beautiful but, rhythmless suitor, she moved on. Obviously, they were dancing to the beat of different drums!
All of this plumage and dancing inspired me, not only to go out dancing, but also to do a little research-see I do do something besides dance, contrary to popular belief-but it is hella fun! So in my quest to find the similarities between us and the rest of the animals, I found that our males, like other animal males, have ways of capturing us. And all this time I though I was capturing them.
Onward! Did you know that a group of peacocks is called a "party?" Well, I'll vouch for that! In the Wild, Wild West a group of peacocks is nothing less than a party. And of course, a pretty party. Just as in nature, in the Wild, Wild West, the peacocks are a social bunch. And that's not where the similarity between nature's peacocks and the peacocks (cowboys) of the Wild, Wild West ends. Nature's peacocks may have harems of females, they love and roam free. Sound familiar? The peacock has a crown or crest at the top of his head that gives him a royal appearance.
Well, I'll tell ya, the peacocks I know, with their cowboy hats atop their heads, fall nothing short of appearing like royalty as they're strutting around the dance floor-in hopes of building their harem no doubt. As you know, I've had a few peacocks of my own. The kind with the cowboy hats. My current peacock wears his crown or crest or cowboy hat, or whatever you wanna call it, low and tilted to one side. Chaparra sent me some info about the style in which a man wears his hat and what it means. It said that a man who wears his hat low, is looking for trouble. And a man who wears his hat tilted, is trying to attract women! I've got the double whammy! One night when my current peacock and I were talking about having glimpsed each other before first meeting, I finally confessed that although I didn't remember he face (remember, the tilted low hat), that I liked his clothes and the way he danced. His amazingly honest, and hilarious response was, "Bingo!" Must be the same exclamation that goes through the other male animals when their plumage and dances work!

The Odd Couples

Ever wonder how some couples get together? Of course, who hasn't? Well, let me just tell ya, it's no different in the Wild ,Wild West. Although some might want to place me in the category of "odd relationships," we're not talking about me right now, ok? We're gonna talk about everyone else! Let's start with one of my favorite couples, Mexican Ken and Malibu Barbie. Get the picture?
Well, Mexican Ken has the usual get-up on (hat, boots, belt, etc). Whatever it was about him that Malibu Barbie found attractive, worked. These love birds met, yes, at Club Malibu, one of the hottest Mexican dance clubs on the mule line (that would be the 14 Mission bus). Ken had been going there solo for some time. He'd dance with various women, I guess, hoping to meet Malibu Barbie. Well, as a miracle unfolding before my very eyes, one night a couple of (don't tell anyone) hoochie mama's walked in. At first I wasn't quite sure if they were real women or drag queens (sometimes the drag queens like to flutter around there and actually get lucky with some real drunk guys-ha, ha, ha. But, that's another story). In and out and round about the hoochie mama's went. Who caught whose eye, I can't really say. But there I was sittin' one night and in come Mexican Ken and Malibu Barbie. Ken, proudly (and not to mention stiffly and methodically-that's why he's named Ken, Mexican though he may be) parades Malibu Barbie around the dance floor. But they dance to selective songs, songs where he leads her and she (in her form fitting, mini dresses and hooker heels) follows him fraily. It's fabulous!! As the saying goes, "does life imitate art or does art imitate life?" More "imitations" to follow. Who knows, I might even include myself in that!