Man Cry ...

I came off the methadone over a year ago now. I can smell things. I can taste things. I have clarity. And I feel. Boy, I feel. I'm a thirty-eight year old man and my life is just beginning.

I've done a lot of talking in the past year so I don't carry the guilt and shame any longer. I'm making good clean, pro-social friends. I'm learning to be a counsellor now. And auditioning. I got me an agent. I was down to the final two for a family violence commercial but I didn't get it. I had a day on 'Shortland Street': "Dr Gary Watkins". Be nice if that would open up, but I won't hold my breath. It'll happen eventually; I'll get some work. And with two passions in my life, I'll stay clean too.

Man Cry

I started writing "Penis, a Dialogue". I had called it "Penis, the Musical", which sounds better, but I'm no Gershwin. "Why is it, 'penis' makes such a mess in a person's mouth?" That sort of thing. Cheap laughs on one level. But on another level, exploring the gender-role switch I see taking place in our world. "Men are the new women. Women are the new men."

It started in the garden of Eden. If Adam had pleasured Eve the way he found his own pleasure within her, then perhaps our world would be a different place. 'Dick' may have become a term of endearment instead of an insult. A counsellor counsels a penis down on himself for always "whoopsing". Boys in locker rooms comparing themselves and men who's wives are doing the career thing, enjoying a weekly 'playgroup'. Anyway, it's a work in progress and any feedback is welcome.