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Chapter Forty-Five – 10 of Cups

by Jamieson Wolf, posted in A Tarot Guide, Memoir, Personal Growth, Someone Else’s Life

I was taking off makeup when Francis came home.

Francis had invited me to stay at his place rather than at Lisa’s and I had been there for a few days. I felt like I was in a dream of some kind. Part of me was terrified and excited all at once. Francis said that I should feel safe and have my own space. He offered me his and I didn’t have anything to say at the moment because I couldn’t find the words.

I knew the gift he was giving me. He was like me in that his space was his sanctuary. It was his retreat away from the world that had harmed him. I knew how he felt. I would keep everyone away from me, but I love them too much. I wanted to be known but to somehow be invisible. Francis understood this kind of balancing act. Wanting someone who saw you for exactly who you were but being afraid that you would finally show them everything and then they would run.

By letting me stay in his room, Francis was letting me see him, every crevice of who he was. He had been a nomad like me, gathering their belongings into whatever they could and setting up shop in the next place that would have them. Looking around the room, at the array of shawls, dresses and fabrics, the books and journals filled with notes, magazines and bottles of nail polish; it was like living inside this glorious room of wonders that held all manner of magicks. I knew that by letting me stay there, he was letting me know he really was and the fact that he trusted me at that level was the greatest gift.

He would be away for a couple of days and had asked if I wanted to stay with Stacey and her daughter Max. His room would be free, and he told me that I could get a break from Lisa that way, too. “I mean, I love her and everything, but she lives like a pig.”

I kissed him and said “Yes, and yes.”

“Yes, to staying here?”

“Yes, to that and yes, I agree with you about Lisa. But you’re speaking with someone who sleeps on a roll of foam and she’s given me a place to sleep, so I can’t judge.”

I thought staying with Stacey and Max would be somewhat stilted and awkward, but they were both wonderful, welcoming and funny and both of them had Francis stories. Stacey said she had worked with him for a very long time. “He’s made me swear not to tell you the really naughty things that he’s done, but I told him that I’ll keep it PG.” She gave me a very saucy smile. “But I promise not to tell if you won’t tell if I do.”

“Yeah, except your definition of scandalous and my definition differ greatly.” Max said. “Trust me, what those two consider off the charts isn’t even a top ten hit.”

I liked Max. She had the most direct way of talking to a person that I really appreciated. She almost had no filter, but she was very diplomatic in her scorn. She was a few years younger than me, but we were fast friends. She had a wicked sense of humour that would light up the room or make a person the butt of a joke and I always wanted to be around her joy.

I felt like I belonged and that Stacey and Max were just part of my chosen family. Stacey even had her boyfriend over at one point and we were like some kind of family unit, and I took a moment to take it all in. It was a lovely family dynamic, and their presence helped me when I was missing Francis. I missed him with all the emotions of a young heart, which is to say that I missed Francis with everything that flowed within me. I sat, read, wrote, talked with Stacey and Max and I missed Francis. I had never let myself care that much about another man. I had always held myself closed in some way; there was always some part of me that they never knew because it was just safer. If they never knew all of me, it would be easy to walk away.

I had finally been able to be open, seen and loved by Francis and his own chosen family. It was a wonderful feeling and helped to ease my heart a little. The emotions were still there, but I could see past them. I still needed to distract myself from missing him.

I had put on make up that morning, one eye done in orange eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara and the other eye done in purple. I had wanted to be ultra fabulous for when Francis returned home, but as the day wore on, it looked like he would be arriving late. I had decided to take off my eye make up and just be myself as that’s who Franic fell in love with. I was in the bathroom when there was a knock at the door. “Yes?” I had just taken off most of the orange eye but still had some clean up to do and the purple one.

The door opened and there was Francis. He came into the bathroom and kissed me, even with the orange make up marking my face like a tiger’s stripes. “You’re home!” I said and kissed him back.

“We knew that he was on the way home, but he wanted it to be a surprise.” Max said from the bathroom doorway.

At that moment, kissing Francis and being kissed by him, my world was complete, and I finally felt at peace within myself. I was full of joy and wondered what I had done to become so lucky. I was seen and loved for who I was, and I was surrounded by people that loved me for me, not because of any obligation. At that moment, I knew that I had finally found my place in the world. I finally felt at home.

Chapter Thirty-Seven – 2 of Cups

by Jamieson Wolf, posted in A Tarot Guide, Memoir, Someone Else’s Life

We talked well into the night.

Francis’ roommate Stacey came back and placed two purses and her beer on the bar between Francis and myself. “You lovebirds okay to watch our purses?” she said. “Lisa and I are going to dance and it looks like you two have a lot more to talk about.” She gave Francis a coy smile as she walked away and held up both thumbs.

Francis flushed and smiled at her. “Go on and dance,”

I shook my head a little. “What was the thumbs up about?”

The blush on Francis’ cheeks deepened and he held up his beer to clink his bottle against mine. “Thank you for this,” he said.

“For what?” I asked him. I found it odd that he would want to thank me for anything.

“I don’t have to speak about it with you,” he said. “You have no idea how annoying it is to have introduce themselves and then ask if any of the rumours are true. I didn’t have to explain myself to you, you have already experienced the same trauma.”

I shook my head again. “Lisa said that your assault was worse than mine,” I told him.

“Don’t you see? It’s not about whose experience was worse than who’s. The fact is that you already understand the pain.” He waved his hand at the people in the bar, the smoke from his cigarette like a lasso looping them all together. “The rest of them want to imagine how bad it was so that they can quantify it, make it into something they can understand.” He said. “I don’t have to do that with you, Jamieson. You’ve already felt the kind of pain that I’ve experienced. You don’t know what kind of a relief that is.”

I looked into is eyes so that he would understand me. “I’ve only told Lisa,” I said in a shameful whisper. “She’s the only one that knows.”

“So? At least you’ve told someone. And now, both Lisa and I know, the three of us. There is magic in the number three. To me, they are like joy and from that joy is the seed to start again.”

I don’t know why the prospect of others knowing my shame and not being judged for it or being seen as weak brought me joy, but it did. The fact that Lisa and now Francis knew what had happened to me and didn’t see me as someone to be pitied brought me out of my shame a bit. In that moment, I realized that it had not been something I had asked for. It had been something that had been done to me. Something had been taken, I had not given it. I stood there looking at Francis and wondered why the world seemed so much clearer when I was by his side.

I was still frantic from my win and the energy between Francis and I felt like it was electric, as if there were strings of lightning between us that I could not see but could certainly feel. I felt things within me that I had assumed would be gone forever. Every time he touched my hand or brushed a finger along my palm, I could feel the heat begging for release of some kind. The connection between us was strong. I did wonder briefly about a connection made because of pain. In that moment, I wondered if the connection was so strong because we both wanted to find joy, so we found it in each other.

The music switched from a song with flutes and started playing a remix of Fuck You Like An Animal by Nine Inch Nails started playing. It was one of my favourite songs and I could feel the beat running through me. I wanted to lose myself in the music. Up until recently, the worlds that I found in books and the lyrics in songs and music hadn’t ever judged me. They gave me a place where I belonged.

I went out on to that dance floor and I knew that I didn’t look like anyone else. I was wearing a loud purple tshirt with a green sweater vest, white jeans and scuffed Doc Martin’s. I was the epitome of nervousness and uncertainty and as I walked toward the dance floor, I could feel Francis’ eyes on me. The intensity of his stare made me lose myself in the music even more and I let the beats of the song pull me away from myself. I lost myself in the moment and didn’t think about how I looked, what Francis thought and tried to ignore the fact that he was still watching. I didn’t care whether I was elegant or refined in my movements, I just let the music dictate how I had to dance.

I kept moving until the song came to an ending and opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was Francis and it was to him that I walked towards, even feeling like I was being pulled to him. There was no way to stop, I wouldn’t have if I could have tried. I got to him and he put his arms around me. “That was some mating dance you just did,” he said and then his lips were upon mine and the whole world stood still.

Nothing else mattered at that moment but Francis and his embrace and I happily lost and found myself as I gave in to the kiss. The air around us was silent but I could feel the beat of the music and our hearts running through me and I was alive with it. I had read and watched moments like this, but I never expected to experience one. Connections between two people like this only happened in books, movies and television and here I was having one in real life. This had to be real, I thought. This had to be real, only nothing like this ever happened to me.

When the kiss broke and the sound returned, we pulled apart and just looked into each other. All I could see were the rushing waters in his eyes and I wondered if my eyes looked full of wonder, too?

“Well, this is a nice surprise,” he said.

I had to agree. Even though we didn’t kiss again that night, it felt like a decision had been made between us. I gave him the number for my pager and felt a thrill when he placed the number in his wallet. “I’ll call you.”

I nodded, trying to swallow my heart and keep myself from giving it to him right away. I needed to keep my heart to myself tonight so that I could relive every moment. Even if nothing else ever happened between Francis and myself, I had to know that this night happened.

I had to believe that wishes did come true.