I have two kids and a fairly busy schedule most of the time (you can tell by the reduced blogging) but this week I'm on vacation (to be said like a threat; I'M ON FUCKING VACATION) so this morning, I got to sleep in. For me. It was 7:46 when I got up, and it was good that I did, because my brain was starting to just dick around, for whatever reason. The first indication of this was when I rolled over in the wee morning hours, got up for a piss, fell back into bed, looked at the clock and it was 3:78 in the morning. Then I actually woke up and padded into the bathroom. I checked when I got back, time outside my head: 4:42.
When I finally got up for real, it was because my dream had begun to bore me. I was having some kind of involved, cinematic, third-person experiential dream about gender and class struggles in China, and how divisions between these economic classes were reinforced through the teaching and withholding of certain skills like calligraphy, glass blowing, and specific kinds of food prep. One of the main characters was very Westernized, and preferred to be called Stacy. He was an obviously gay man with bleached blonde hair and earrings. Chinese. The main woman in the dream had an equally obvious to you now unrequited crush on Stacy, and her name was Suan Chin Lo. Or Chin Lo Suan, I had trouble following this, due to the fact that whatever my brain made up for Chinese was being spoken the whole time. Her father was dubiously wealthy, with some kind of nebulous connection to organized crime. He might also have been an elected official. Stacy's dad was a butcher, and there was much of the interiors of Chinese grocery stores. There was a point when their hands touched while preparing broth, and I woke up, bleary and amused/annoyed.
I would point out that I know next to nothing about Chinese societal structures as pertaining to class & gender equity. This is probably apparent. It's like someone else broadcast their dream into my head.
