stories told

by rantywoman

I spoke to a former show producer recently who regaled me with stories from close to ten years ago of all the shenanigans that used to go on backstage.  His storytelling brought home the fact that the subculture I’m on the fringes of goes back decades.  People are always coming and going, of course, but the ones my age have ten to twenty years of experiences together and have now largely settled down.  No wonder I feel like such an interloper.   I have, perhaps, arrived too late to this particular party.

Sometimes I have to remind myself that I, too, have experienced my own crazy times over the past two decades.  The difference being that I am no longer in close touch with those groups from my past, and this can make me feel like I’m without a history.

Last week I was also privy to a conversation between two women discussing their desire to date outside the scene.  It caused me to take a step back and reconsider.