A Dish of Gnocchi

alexwh
alexwh
Jul 25, 2017 · 1 min read
Photograph — Alex Waterhouse-Hayward

My understanding of S&M has been something that has eluded me since I discovered its existence.

A most prominent Vancouver poet once demonstrated how she improved her earnings by banging her black pump hard on a table of the Railway Club where we had our customary Thursday lunches. It seems that businessmen paid her good money for her to walk on their backs with said pumps. I could not imagine finding pleasure in being exposed to such excruciating pain.

My friend M, a lovely Italian, liked to play tough by wearing some of the trappings of S&M. But she might have been doing this at a time when punks ruled and had adopted some of them.

Voluptuous as M was she could not hide a soft touch, a feminine touch, a sympathetic touch that made her such a good friend to chat with over coffee on Commercial Drive.

In spite of her pleasant smile somehow she could not hide a sweetness that was tinged by a little sorrow. The only time she would not show it was over a dish of gnocchi at Carlucci’s on East Hastings.

Link to: A Dish of Gnocchi


Originally published at blog.alexwaterhousehayward.com.

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Into Bunny Watson. I am a Vancouver-based magazine photographer/writer. I have a popular daily blog which can be found at:http://t.co/yf6BbOIQ alexwh@telus.net

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