friend one!

December 21, 2011 at 6:34 pm 2 comments

i first met friend one when we worked together in seattle’s pike place market. our little crew there were all young, good-natured, silly folks, with a wonderful store manager who was a little bit of a mother hen to us. or at least she was to me, bearing the full brunt of my “omg, i’m completely diagonally across the country from my entire support network, my dad died last year, and even though i’ve been going by cubbie since coming out here, i’m only half out about my gender and i keep getting nasty periods” dramas. there was something really special about that job and all the people i worked with there.

this fellow was doing sound work at venues, and when we’d talk, he’d frequently use terms that i didn’t understand about the technicalities of his work or who was hip at the time. he was way more punk rawk than me, and always wore a bandanna in a back pocket. one day, a man with a big bushy beard came in and hit on him. he was amused but not interested. “your pocket was telling him that you like anal fisting,” i told him, referring to the “hanky code” that all the hip queer zines were writing about at the time.

he’d been working at the store longer than me and was in the process of learning all the ropes of opening and closing the shop. he had keys to the shop and he would say the next step was “a wife and kids.” he was ambivalent about his responsibility to the shop. his favorite parts of our job seemed to be making the paper bags pop (like the guys did at the donut shop), giving people weird advice for how to use our spices, and telling funny stories to the rest of us. that was what we all liked to do best. oh, and WORK HARD, of course.

as i was transitioning out of working at the store because i was moving to olympia, he started a relationship with a girl who, i think, met him at the shop. according to facebook, they are married and have two little ones. he seems happy and punk rawk still, even if he’s that adult that he was worried about becoming.


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2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Caren  |  December 21, 2011 at 10:18 pm

    Oh, Market Spice…it was a very special place wasn’t it?!

    • 2. cubbie  |  December 22, 2011 at 2:47 am

      it really was. i didn’t know it was such a magical place when i was there, but it really was a good place to work.


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