Inspired Pleasure – the dance diaries of Alysse Aallyn

                   Fri. 24 Sept 76

                   Checked my acct – $54!! Don’t know where it came from 

but I will spend it.  Sent poems to Chloe Aparo, borrow bike from 

Shoulders. Ryder wants to go horseback riding, we went to see 

The Tenant instead. (Cheaper).  R managed to discuss it intelligently. 

Trying to research the occult for Secaire.  Reading bad suspense 

novel – Geoffrey Turtons Devil’s Churchyard. I liked all his other 

books. Dump it for Aleister Crowley’s Diary of a Drug Fiend. $10 

to live on for 2 weeks. Mom & Dad sent emergency check.

                   6:25 PM – Sun 3 Oct 76

                   Fabulous dinner party last night. Steak tartare, crab 

and cheese casserole, lots of wine. R and I fall asleep in each 

other’s arms.  We have more sex “broken up” than when we were 

dating. Got offered $3.50 an hour for 4 hr a day legal secretary!!! 

Out of their minds.  Trying to sell my wedding dress for $150 – 

got one porno call.

                   Tues 5 Oct 76

                   4pm appt with Environmental Defense Fund. Howard 

Nemerov such a relief after Auden.

                   Thurs 11:30 PM 7 Oct 76

                   Typical Tyler St evening. Lying in bed (alone) powdered 

and polished from bath. Maeve and Avril out on dates. R is working,

 I’m reading Quest for Theseus. Got too depressed reading 

Shirley Jackson. Her life solutions: food and cigarettes – plenty 

of both.  Lost EDF job –  as soon as they turned me down I 

decide I want it!  To WTTG to apply for “production asst” job – 

200 people spilling into street!  Didn’t bother.  How write about 

love if it’s impossible?

                   I owe Maeve money – she doesn’t like it and I don’t

 like it. Tension almost unbearable waiting for my check.

                   R offered jobs in Pittsburgh & Detroit. (He says he 

doesn’t ever want to leave though it’s the only way to make more $$.)

                   12:55 PM Wed 13 1976 These are the times that try 

women’s souls. Desperately accepted switchboard job at Broadcasters Agency because it looks easy and I can think my own thoughts.  

Replacing a girl going on maternity leave so I’m not stuck if I don’t 

like it. Agent sent check told me not to cash it for a week!!! Thinking 

they’re all scam artists. Reading Diane Johnson’s brilliant Lesser

 Lives. Avril depressed over Mason. Maeve depressed over George.

 I am buying diet pills because of sedentary job.

                   Switchboard – Broadcast Agency 9:15 AM – Fr. 18 Feb 77

                   New notebooks such a thrill. Always a fresh start:  

I could almost become anyone. Worked 3 full days this week – 

more $$ in the coffers. Avril coming in to Broadcasters Agency 

to apply for Zelma’s old job – $8500/yr for 7 hr day.  Hope she 

gets it. Brought in The Voyage Out today – I WILL finish it –

 bring it to its knees. Perfect example of everything usually wrong 

with first novels. Don’t like her novels as much as letters and diaries.  

Talk about peering through a glass darkly. Oh well. Still drinking 

coffee and picking the fuzz out of my eyes. Period’s arrived with its 

usual exquisite timing. Once I’ve finished Secaire (needs a final burst)

 can rewrite Find Courtney. Sort of a love story there.

                   10:30AM Sun 20 Feb 77

                   R and I went on ski weekend to Massanutten.  

Didn’t work.  Never felt so far from him, and he realized it. 

Opal & Garrett over for dinner last night – their relationship is 

boring when I’m alone and don’t have R doing all the work for me. 

                  Drank too much out of sheer boredom and because I was 

depressed over R, then I get depressed over being depressed 

and drink more.  Clearly he’s worthless and I must be too if I can 

get depressed over him. No good work on novel. Filing, cleaning, 

paying bills takes up all my time and my room still looks like a filthy hole. 

Hermiting seems only option (cheaper, too). Must learn to roll 

with the punches.

Fantasizing about Devon because 24th is his birthday. Bad sign.

                   1:00PM 21 Feb 77

                   Dizzy from dieting. Not dancing very bad for my body.

 Current weight 122. (Opal says I have the perfect body. Glad 

someone appreciates it.) Ryder suggested jogging – bad mistake.  

Instantly attacked by colds & flu. Instead of eating go to library on 

my lunch hr to take out books. Went to see The Sentinel somewhere

 in the burbs with Avril and Mason, who drove like a crazy person 

(“I’m not afraid of death!”) Never again. Ghastly flick. Mason moving in

 – his money is good.  Another secret to be kept from landlord. A guy 

at work (Keith Dalrymple) is courting me. He looks all right, though 

he has receding hairline. Kind of old.  Asked to read my novel. I gave 

him my poems instead. He needs to hit the ground running.

                   Tues. 22 Feb 77

                   Mason trying to talk A into moving to Calif with him. Uh oh. 

Maeve also wants to move out because I’m critical of her

 “dating” her married boss (they have sex in the supply closet). 

She believes his tiredest lines.  “Drop him – he’s outrageous 

and destructive,”  I say.  I’m one to talk. Will use her room for 

my study.  Try to live without roommates. Sent Devon a long 

grey silk scarf for his birthday.

                   3:40 PM Wed 23 Feb 77

                   Keith Dalrymple amazingly told me he loves my 

poems. Wow. Having good literary taste definitely works with me! 

 Having a drink with him tonight.  Had to struggle to keep myself 

from hurling cash at a gorgeous $50 suit in going-out-of-business 

dress shop on Dupont Circle. Slogging through Mrs Dalloway –

 it’s her best book. But all this blind struggle not my thing. Require 

some consciousness. I guess we were reptiles in those days just turning amphibious.

                   Thurs. 24 Feb 77

                   Can’t seem to write poetry anymore. Cocktail bar buffet 

with Keith (Avril calls him a “dim bulb”. We are very critical of each 

other’s honeys.)  He’s a Woolf novel – smooth glossy surface, 

violence and trauma beneath.  He is intelligent – quoted Frost – 

38 yrs old – divorced (was married 15 years!!!) I sat swilling 

Scotch and giving him the hairy eyeball – do I have the strength 

for this? He blanched when I ordered escargots chablisienne. 

                Wouldn’t even kiss him. I demand exceptionality and refuse to settle for less.  Whatever else you can say about Ryder, he’s definitely one of a kind. I am in a unique position compared to other women writers. Given the chance to rise above sexual 

strictures.  Bought an exquisite pair of very high-heeled boots. I tower over Ryder – in more ways than one. Heheheh. 

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