Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Red SPC

December's theme at Self Portrait Challenge is Red.



I don't wear much red in the way of the major clothing groups: shirts, pants, dresses. Some are Red People. I am not, in dress or personality. But I ain't living life without splashes of red, in the home, in art, in dress and personality.

I've owned three red cars in my life. My favorite was a 1980 burgundy Cadillac De Ville with 159,000 miles on it that my step grandfather sold to me for $1.00. We called it the Merlot Brougham ("Bro-Ham"), from the movie The Great White Hype, and it drove like an ocean liner on well-oiled wheels. I loved especially the thin, hulahoop steering wheel with the finger grooves that swung into a turn with the smooth rotation of the palm of one hand. I loved the clunky clicks of throwing it into park, the gear shift behind the wheel. I loved the metalic dirt smell of the torn, maroon interior. I loved how the trunk could house a family of four and I loved how the dash displayed tall green digital numbers that even a blind driver could see. When Mina was born, I refused to drive our newer car because I felt safe and old-school stylin when driving the Caddie. Also, it had no air bags so I could keep Mina in the front with me instead of having her stare off into abandonment in the back seat. We eventually -- near begrudgingly -- donated the Merlot Broug-ham to the Make a Wish Foundation.

I owned a red Honda Elite 150 scooter when I was 20. I drove it rocking minidresses and a huge, brown helmet. Illegally, I drove it on the freeway weekly and prayed for my life every time a truck passed, shaking the scooter like a reed. And once I moved from one apartment to another loading all of my possessions on the scooter making the move in 2 trips. The shit I could do with a bungee cord back then was close to genius. Paintings, bags of clothes, lamps, baskets, pots & pans, small appliances all on the red bike.

I do not like to get angry. In fact, I have spent a lot of internal energy tempering my mood. It doesn’t even take much effort any more to remain even-keeled. It just doesn't make sense to me to get all worked up about things. Messing with my kids, obviously, will boil my blood. That and, embarrassingly, I get really angry if a waiter or salesperson or cashier SIGHS when I ask them a question. There have been a couple times where my face has instantly flushed from such an exchange, and I have swiveled my head and asked them, "Did I ask you to work here?" See? Embarrassing, but I can't help that my vision is washed in red after the release of a rude worker's sigh in my direction.

I experience the female equivalent of a wet dream about once a month. I wake in a jolt at the pinnacle of climax without touch or provocation. It's red hot.

12 comments:

la vie en rose said...

aren't you the cutest!

athena said...

great post! i could see you driving a red cadillac. i can't picture you on a red scooter though. do you like vespas? anyway, it seems these days that i'm always angry. i don't like to curse but for sure it comes out when i drive. sharing the road with french drivers drives me boiling hot. and i hate it when i go to the store and the cashiers sigh angrily when i don't give them the exact change. i'm with you!

melba said...

I like the angel of this shot. Very interesting post. I love hearing the way Red is being interpreted this month.

holli said...

Great pic - the red hat at the stop sign.. so cool!!!

I hate it when I get so mad my face turns red.. that is the bad kind of mad. Maybe we could get someone to make us really mad and snap a pic of it for this month's theme!

acumamakiki said...

wow girly.....red hot dreams? you look red hot mama in that beret near the stop sign. great photo.

Michelle Fry said...

I love everything about your "red" post but the best part is that I learned I'm not the only girl who has wet dreams. I've asked my friends and none of them know what the hell I'm talking about when I try to explain it.

Anonymous said...

Waking up climaxing?!! Your one lucky red hot bitch.

Marigoldie said...

This is just a classic Madness post. I can't get over the image of your paintings and shit strapped to your scooter, and I love the twists and turns in your red story. XO.

Bohemian Girl said...

i adore this red hat. have one just like it but it looks much cuter on you!

also enjoyed the red bits you shared. *wink*

Ali la Loca said...

Love the Cadillac story, but really loved the dream part - I have them too!

Bedazzzled1 said...

How clever of you to have that shot taken by a stop sign. And you look great in red...everyone does need some red somewhere in their wardrobe.

Very nicely done!

Georgia said...

Mmmm, girly wet dreams, my favorite:)