Monte Castro Craft Fair
Paintings, masks, percussion instruments, objects and much more!
Saturday October 16, 2010
We met Sil in Misiones, at the event for young entrepreneurs. She told us about Marina, her girlfriend, and about Silvina, her artisan friend who lives a few blocks from Edarpic & Oc. A week later we were with Silvina filling out the form to organize a fair in the space the following Saturday. She was going to show her masks, paintings of Laura and her sister, as well as a friend’s percussion instruments.
When the day of the fair arrived, we spent the whole afternoon on the sidewalk with Sil and Marina.
Paintings, masks, percussion instruments, objects and much more!
Saturday October 16, 2010
We met Sil in Misiones, at the event for young entrepreneurs. She told us about Marina, her girlfriend, and about Silvina, her artisan friend who lives a few blocks from Edarpic & Oc. A week later we were with Silvina filling out the form to organize a fair in the space the following Saturday. She was going to show her masks, paintings of Laura and her sister, as well as a friend’s percussion instruments.
When the day of the fair arrived, we spent the whole afternoon on the sidewalk with Sil and Marina.
The Story of Sil, Marina, Gabby and Martina
Falling in love with the right person can be easy, finding them is difficult, especially if you’re looking for it. But if you’re not…
February 2009. It’s one of those Sundays when a year and a half of solitude, after a five year relationship which ended well, shows, and actually looks good on you. A solitude, mind you, which was neither an option nor an acceptance of destiny, but simply the flow of things as they happen when you are at ease with yourself.
A friend calls and invites me for a coffee near my house in Plaza Serrano, in the Palermo neighborhood of Buenos Aires. It was a very interesting and appropriate plan – especially for the precise moment in which the late-afternoon-Sunday-blues are falling and the company of a friend with whom you have more intellectual than emotional affinity guarantees having a good time. I say “Yes, terrific” and she immediately replied: "Do you mind if Marina, a friend from my Italian course, joins us?" "No, not at all." I told her.
I arrived first, relaxed but expectant. The two of them arrived at the same time but came from different places. When I saw Florencia’s friend I thought, well, one problem less: but perhaps we will just be friends?
As always happens with my friend Florencia we didn’t stop talking from the very first moment, about my things, hers, life, and the nonsense that made the three of us laugh. We had a very nice time.
A week later Florencia was going on vacation and it was the exhibition game of Gabriela Sabatini and Martina Navratilova. Yeah, I know. A must see for any lesbian who is worthy of the title. On Thursday I asked Florencia for Marina's phone number and called her. "Hello. " "Hi. " Without any embarrassment or trepidation, I invited her to come with me to the event. She laughed heartily and accepted immediately: she could hear Fernando Peña on the radio talking about the game. I bought the tickets and arranged for a rendez-vous on Saturday at noon. Up to this point there was nothing between us, just new friends. Yeah, right.
On Saturday, right on time, she came to my house in her spacecraft. As an enchanted prince’s steed become a super sports car and her attitude friendly and intense. She laughed heartily at the nonsense I usually use, on one hand as a little defense, and on the other, as a seduction strategy – not seeking for a subsequent sexual reward but as a way to enthrall my occasional audience.
We parked her car, and when we entered the Court, there were so many, but so many women of "a known sexual orientation" that we laughed and Marina said: "We will certainly go home with a new girlfriend!"
We found our way to our seats and couldn’t stop talking. It was so easy to chat. There were no awkward silences and no discomfort with the lack of them. Everything was perfect, although it was a little hot, and I pulled out my bottle of "Lancome Face water spray " and invited her ... "do you want?” .. “no, thanks” and she returned it back. She must have thought, " pretty femme for a butch!" Full stop.
At some point in the conversation she tells me something, and I knew she spoke French because Florencia had told me once, I said a very French expression: "behh oui!". She turned around, and looked at me surprised, asking in Spanish, "Do you speak French?" .... (Yes, I speak French, I learned it living in France at the age of 23 when I went looking for adventure and among other things, I met an aunt of the family that was living in Marseille and that looks like something out of a Fellini film of the seventies)
I told her yes, I speak French and I tell her this same story, only with more details and in French of course. Some time later she confessed me that that was the moment in which she began to look at me differently. Thanks l'Academie Francaise!
The first match finished and the local won. She had less charm than a dry stone in the middle of nowhere. Navratilova a GODESS, a master of space, so sure of herself, throwing a show and joking with people and the ball boys. The Bomb!!!
We went down to grab something to drink, and all the dykes were so excited and so aware of each other, their gaze, cruising all over the place, always cruising. And we, in our world, unaware of anything else. She, I and the red clay. She, I and the shared laughter. She, I and the secrets. She and her work and her intelligence. She and her sensitivity, disguised as Wonder Woman.
With a hotdog in one hand and a soda in the other, we went back into the stadium. Using the excuse that the guests of honor had left after the first game, we found seats at Center Court, just two rows from the field line. Marina looked at me incredulous and happy. The doubles match started and within minutes it started to rain all of a sudden, without having time for anything. The players ran to the locker room and the public to I don’t know where, running desperate as if they were made of sugar and the rain was going to kill them. I ran under the stands and improvised a little house for two, so romantic! From there, I whistled at Marina inviting her to join me... she looked at me laughing her head off, and quickly entered, but when she saw we were in the company of two or three spiders with their webs she ran away laughing again and from the outside looking at me like I was crazy ... but I love it!
The summer sun came out after ten minutes of light rain and the heat increased. With the sun, everything returned to normal, the game restarted and finished. Marina stared fascinated at her idol, at the very forefront, and I simply enjoyed what I believed was an achievement of mine: to take her to that special place. Then I realized that we are not doers of anything, we are just where we are supposed to be and there’s no way to escape, thanks to whom exists that resembles to God or to the designs of fate.
To end the laughter of the day, at the awards ceremony a crowd shouted Gabby, Gabby, Gabby! ... and I, just to make her laugh, cried with all the strength of my throat and my soul, Martina! Martina! Martina!. Do not make me beg you, please please come ...
Is love a strange mixture of attraction and desire? I don’t think so. That's lust. Love is something that surrounds you, takes over your will and is like a cloud, a little cloud that follows you everywhere when you're with that someone. So ended the day, we went together to eat something, we could not stop talking, about our lives, our losses, our things, like a dance, one talks, the other listens, it is a silence and it’s filled with content. The world becomes a more complete place, it's worth, disappears the future and the past is just an excuse for who we are today. We couldn’t separate from each other ... but we did .. If someone asks, and nothing happened that day? .. I could answer that everything happened, the rest came with time.
Falling in love with the right person can be easy, finding them is difficult, especially if you’re looking for it. But if you’re not…
February 2009. It’s one of those Sundays when a year and a half of solitude, after a five year relationship which ended well, shows, and actually looks good on you. A solitude, mind you, which was neither an option nor an acceptance of destiny, but simply the flow of things as they happen when you are at ease with yourself.
A friend calls and invites me for a coffee near my house in Plaza Serrano, in the Palermo neighborhood of Buenos Aires. It was a very interesting and appropriate plan – especially for the precise moment in which the late-afternoon-Sunday-blues are falling and the company of a friend with whom you have more intellectual than emotional affinity guarantees having a good time. I say “Yes, terrific” and she immediately replied: "Do you mind if Marina, a friend from my Italian course, joins us?" "No, not at all." I told her.
I arrived first, relaxed but expectant. The two of them arrived at the same time but came from different places. When I saw Florencia’s friend I thought, well, one problem less: but perhaps we will just be friends?
As always happens with my friend Florencia we didn’t stop talking from the very first moment, about my things, hers, life, and the nonsense that made the three of us laugh. We had a very nice time.
A week later Florencia was going on vacation and it was the exhibition game of Gabriela Sabatini and Martina Navratilova. Yeah, I know. A must see for any lesbian who is worthy of the title. On Thursday I asked Florencia for Marina's phone number and called her. "Hello. " "Hi. " Without any embarrassment or trepidation, I invited her to come with me to the event. She laughed heartily and accepted immediately: she could hear Fernando Peña on the radio talking about the game. I bought the tickets and arranged for a rendez-vous on Saturday at noon. Up to this point there was nothing between us, just new friends. Yeah, right.
On Saturday, right on time, she came to my house in her spacecraft. As an enchanted prince’s steed become a super sports car and her attitude friendly and intense. She laughed heartily at the nonsense I usually use, on one hand as a little defense, and on the other, as a seduction strategy – not seeking for a subsequent sexual reward but as a way to enthrall my occasional audience.
We parked her car, and when we entered the Court, there were so many, but so many women of "a known sexual orientation" that we laughed and Marina said: "We will certainly go home with a new girlfriend!"
We found our way to our seats and couldn’t stop talking. It was so easy to chat. There were no awkward silences and no discomfort with the lack of them. Everything was perfect, although it was a little hot, and I pulled out my bottle of "Lancome Face water spray " and invited her ... "do you want?” .. “no, thanks” and she returned it back. She must have thought, " pretty femme for a butch!" Full stop.
At some point in the conversation she tells me something, and I knew she spoke French because Florencia had told me once, I said a very French expression: "behh oui!". She turned around, and looked at me surprised, asking in Spanish, "Do you speak French?" .... (Yes, I speak French, I learned it living in France at the age of 23 when I went looking for adventure and among other things, I met an aunt of the family that was living in Marseille and that looks like something out of a Fellini film of the seventies)
I told her yes, I speak French and I tell her this same story, only with more details and in French of course. Some time later she confessed me that that was the moment in which she began to look at me differently. Thanks l'Academie Francaise!
The first match finished and the local won. She had less charm than a dry stone in the middle of nowhere. Navratilova a GODESS, a master of space, so sure of herself, throwing a show and joking with people and the ball boys. The Bomb!!!
We went down to grab something to drink, and all the dykes were so excited and so aware of each other, their gaze, cruising all over the place, always cruising. And we, in our world, unaware of anything else. She, I and the red clay. She, I and the shared laughter. She, I and the secrets. She and her work and her intelligence. She and her sensitivity, disguised as Wonder Woman.
With a hotdog in one hand and a soda in the other, we went back into the stadium. Using the excuse that the guests of honor had left after the first game, we found seats at Center Court, just two rows from the field line. Marina looked at me incredulous and happy. The doubles match started and within minutes it started to rain all of a sudden, without having time for anything. The players ran to the locker room and the public to I don’t know where, running desperate as if they were made of sugar and the rain was going to kill them. I ran under the stands and improvised a little house for two, so romantic! From there, I whistled at Marina inviting her to join me... she looked at me laughing her head off, and quickly entered, but when she saw we were in the company of two or three spiders with their webs she ran away laughing again and from the outside looking at me like I was crazy ... but I love it!
The summer sun came out after ten minutes of light rain and the heat increased. With the sun, everything returned to normal, the game restarted and finished. Marina stared fascinated at her idol, at the very forefront, and I simply enjoyed what I believed was an achievement of mine: to take her to that special place. Then I realized that we are not doers of anything, we are just where we are supposed to be and there’s no way to escape, thanks to whom exists that resembles to God or to the designs of fate.
To end the laughter of the day, at the awards ceremony a crowd shouted Gabby, Gabby, Gabby! ... and I, just to make her laugh, cried with all the strength of my throat and my soul, Martina! Martina! Martina!. Do not make me beg you, please please come ...
Is love a strange mixture of attraction and desire? I don’t think so. That's lust. Love is something that surrounds you, takes over your will and is like a cloud, a little cloud that follows you everywhere when you're with that someone. So ended the day, we went together to eat something, we could not stop talking, about our lives, our losses, our things, like a dance, one talks, the other listens, it is a silence and it’s filled with content. The world becomes a more complete place, it's worth, disappears the future and the past is just an excuse for who we are today. We couldn’t separate from each other ... but we did .. If someone asks, and nothing happened that day? .. I could answer that everything happened, the rest came with time.
