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Authors: Lorelei Elstrom
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well with Regina and I still know her in June, that plant will be absolutely stunning. I want to be able to see that!
When I knocked at the door, she immediately greeted me with a warm “friend” hug. There was a certain air of formality. Right behind Regina came Tucker. He was bright-eyed and seemed enthusiastic about my arrival. Little boys always seem to gravitate toward me. I gave him a big hug, which was a little bigger than Regina’s. I wanted him to like me. I wanted to try to win him over. I figured if I could win him over, Regina would like me even more.
To some, it may have seemed like I was trying too hard with Tucker. But he is really likable and I was sincerely interested in him. Who wouldn’t want to step off of the adult train to get in touch with their childlike sensibilities? I asked Tucker if I could see his room quickly before we went location scouting. Judging from her approving eye contact, Mom was having fun watching my interaction with Tucker. He was eager to show me his room and quickly lead the way.
As I stepped across the threshold into Regina’s private world, I was taken by a feeling of warmth. Unlike the outside of the house, the inside was full of personality. It was charming. She clearly had fabulous taste in décor. It was cheery and homey, built on top of classic style. Stickley chairs graced the living room and there was a Ralph Lauren rustic feeling, accented by bold colored artwork and a sense of simple sophistication. Everything matched Regina: poised, charming, smart, graceful, and fun. That was her.
There was also a baby grand piano, which doubled as a coffee table book display. Her book collection was very visual: fine art, architecture, a whole book of orchids, a Rolling Stone magazine book of backstage shots of the greatest musicians, and… a big fat book of Helmut Newton photographs.
Wow! Her dark side! My whole life, I wanted to live inside a Helmut Newton photo. I wanted to be in there so badly. Helmut Newton, for the non-aware, is the mainstream kinky black & white photographer who shot for Vogue magazine and the like. His photos always show stunning people in very staged poses that usually involve themes of S&M and bondage. Even though the photos are in black and white, his trademark is giving the skin a “bronze” sheen that looks hyper real. Every photo pulsates with sex. But it’s surprisingly mainstream. I can never get enough!
As I followed Tucker down the hall toward his bedroom, it was apparent that Regina worshipped him. Every square inch of the hallway was covered with Tucker’s artwork from school and pre-school. It is a rainbow of finger paintings, watercolors, mosaics, and paper cut-outs. It was a happy hallway.
We arrived in Tucker’s room. It looked pretty typical with Legos, toy cars, etc. There was a fishbowl on the dresser holding a single goldfish. “That’s Barkley,” Tucker said. “Hi Barkley,” I said sticking out my hand to the fish bowl as if trying to shake its hand. “Nice to meet you.” Tucker and Regina chuckled. When I asked about the origin of the name, Regina replied, “He just made it up one day.”
Then I noticed something odd. “Where’s your bed?,” I wondered aloud. Tucker proudly responded, “I sleep with my mom.” Regina quickly chimed in, “It has always been that way. But now that he is bigger, we are going to transition to having him sleep in here… with Barkley.” Even though Tucker was nine, it didn’t seem weird to me that he slept with his mom, especially when considering the effects of a divorce. They both seemed healthy and stable, so it really didn’t matter where he slept. “Let’s hope she doesn’t snore like a hippo,” I quipped. They laughed. Then Regina tried to somehow reassure me by saying, “We are bringing his bed up from the garage this week.”
I really wanted to see Regina's bedroom, thinking I could glean more about
When I knocked at the door, she immediately greeted me with a warm “friend” hug. There was a certain air of formality. Right behind Regina came Tucker. He was bright-eyed and seemed enthusiastic about my arrival. Little boys always seem to gravitate toward me. I gave him a big hug, which was a little bigger than Regina’s. I wanted him to like me. I wanted to try to win him over. I figured if I could win him over, Regina would like me even more.
To some, it may have seemed like I was trying too hard with Tucker. But he is really likable and I was sincerely interested in him. Who wouldn’t want to step off of the adult train to get in touch with their childlike sensibilities? I asked Tucker if I could see his room quickly before we went location scouting. Judging from her approving eye contact, Mom was having fun watching my interaction with Tucker. He was eager to show me his room and quickly lead the way.
As I stepped across the threshold into Regina’s private world, I was taken by a feeling of warmth. Unlike the outside of the house, the inside was full of personality. It was charming. She clearly had fabulous taste in décor. It was cheery and homey, built on top of classic style. Stickley chairs graced the living room and there was a Ralph Lauren rustic feeling, accented by bold colored artwork and a sense of simple sophistication. Everything matched Regina: poised, charming, smart, graceful, and fun. That was her.
There was also a baby grand piano, which doubled as a coffee table book display. Her book collection was very visual: fine art, architecture, a whole book of orchids, a Rolling Stone magazine book of backstage shots of the greatest musicians, and… a big fat book of Helmut Newton photographs.
Wow! Her dark side! My whole life, I wanted to live inside a Helmut Newton photo. I wanted to be in there so badly. Helmut Newton, for the non-aware, is the mainstream kinky black & white photographer who shot for Vogue magazine and the like. His photos always show stunning people in very staged poses that usually involve themes of S&M and bondage. Even though the photos are in black and white, his trademark is giving the skin a “bronze” sheen that looks hyper real. Every photo pulsates with sex. But it’s surprisingly mainstream. I can never get enough!
As I followed Tucker down the hall toward his bedroom, it was apparent that Regina worshipped him. Every square inch of the hallway was covered with Tucker’s artwork from school and pre-school. It is a rainbow of finger paintings, watercolors, mosaics, and paper cut-outs. It was a happy hallway.
We arrived in Tucker’s room. It looked pretty typical with Legos, toy cars, etc. There was a fishbowl on the dresser holding a single goldfish. “That’s Barkley,” Tucker said. “Hi Barkley,” I said sticking out my hand to the fish bowl as if trying to shake its hand. “Nice to meet you.” Tucker and Regina chuckled. When I asked about the origin of the name, Regina replied, “He just made it up one day.”
Then I noticed something odd. “Where’s your bed?,” I wondered aloud. Tucker proudly responded, “I sleep with my mom.” Regina quickly chimed in, “It has always been that way. But now that he is bigger, we are going to transition to having him sleep in here… with Barkley.” Even though Tucker was nine, it didn’t seem weird to me that he slept with his mom, especially when considering the effects of a divorce. They both seemed healthy and stable, so it really didn’t matter where he slept. “Let’s hope she doesn’t snore like a hippo,” I quipped. They laughed. Then Regina tried to somehow reassure me by saying, “We are bringing his bed up from the garage this week.”
I really wanted to see Regina's bedroom, thinking I could glean more about
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