The Instructors

Last night after work at 10pm, I went to Rogue on 6th Avenue with three instructors who teach at the test prep center I spend my evenings at--working!

They self labeled themselves the bi-guy, the pothead, and the dork. So, as you can imagine, the bi-guy looks like an Abercrombie model and gesticulates wildly while giggling occassionally. The pothead bemoans the pitfalls of failed marriage and waxes poetic on the manliness of manual labor. And the dork, oh the dork, articulates his penchant for women who can hang with men and OCD tendencies verging on extremism!

As I sat among them, the warmth of Jack aside, I felt such pride in inhabitating a personal space with men as diverse as these. To the naked eye, a group of Ivy educated, 20something white men is what you'd see but beneath the surface they were each artists in unique ways. The bi-guy wanders the globe in search of culture and experience--an adventuer. The pothead is a musician. The dork creates commissioned works of paint, sculpture, and experimental furniture.

While my dream of serving as someone's muse still remains unrealized this view into the inner sanctum of the intelligent, entrepreneurial, surviving artists!