Husband three
‘s the part of me
I didn’t know was missin’.
Until we met
On a *waiver set,
And promptly started kissin’.

John & I
*waiver – as in Equity contract waived – it is a venue of theater on the West  Coast, if not exactly equivalent, certainly correlated, to Off & Off-off Broadway  in New York. No pay, but a great place to meet fellow travelers.

****excerpt from The Devil Made Me Do It
Page 268
He feels me tense and pulls back.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, softly.
My GOD. He’s got the most beautiful eyes. They look right into you and hide
nothing.
“My roommates might come in,” I gasp in as normal a tone as I can manage.
“What? You’re afraid a couple of teenage rockers are gonna come in and catch us
making out on the couch?”
It is a bit ridiculous to worry about the sensitivities of a pair of rock
musicians who are shacking up in my spare bedroom. Particularly as making out is
mostly what they do when in residence anyway.
One issue resolved. Now the perverse persona who seems determined to fuck up my
life butts in.
“Doesn’t the fact that I’ve been in porno films
bother you?”
“Evidently not.” He replies.
The evidence is, indeed, compelling.
*********
end of excerpt

My Husband John

You, Cindi Poo, asked me to talk about why this thing I have for and with my  spouse is so special. I can’t think of anything more boring for other people to read. Let me just  reassure any who might waver in that quest for the RIGHT mate, that it IS  possible to find him or her – or even them, if that works for everybody involved. Granted, I looked for that zing every time. And, granted, I sometimes  was damn sure it was there. That it was the one. That this was gonna be it! But  must admit to seeing the here-we-go-again sign in the background – at least in  retrospect. When I met John, I thought he was gay. He was playing the role of a  flamboyant flit in an English boarding house, you see. And John is a CONSUMMATE actor. I knew I was going to be around this guy as much as possible the rest of my life. Well, you know. I was a dancer. Most of my best friends were gay. But  then I found out he was VERY straight. Poor dear hadn’t a chance after that. So  why was it so different? Was it a matter of there really and truly being THE ONE  for you and you just have to keep looking until you’re sure you found it? How,  then, can you be sure? Oh, it’s all too damn complicated. Let’s just say, “Yeah.

It was totally different.” And it just keeps getting BETTER. That’s the big  difference. Nothing stands still. One senses if a relationship of any kind is  going or coming. If you feel downsizing hovering at work, you look for ways to  become indispensable, right? John and I know how lucky we are. We wish everyone  could feel as good as we do. In our early 70s (John reminds me frequently that
he is MUCH younger that I.- yeah – one year and two freakin’ months) we do eat  normal/sensibly and yes, we do go to the gym every day. Well, John goes to the  gym. I go to the spa. While he’s pumping a cycle, I’m doing a geriatric ballet  barre. We make most of the SAG screenings, but that’s about all the going out we  do. I garden – some. And write – some. He does a LOT of puzzles. He has a  beautiful mind – but not to worry, he’s not delusional. Except where I’m  concerned. He still sees me as a forty-ish hootchie mamma. Suits me. And yes, we still do it frequently.

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