January 25, 1999 |
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Here is a list of my friends and aliases: Josie: My beautiful buxom blonde roommate. I call her x stripper and a model for Swank magazine. Carl: Stoner friend, plutonic friendship. He is the one that got the 2 whores to get over his passion for me. T: Carl's roommate. Plutonic friendship and pool buddy. Joshua: The accordian player who sounds like Tom Waits when he sings. Nothing happened between us really, he just personally invites me to his little concerts in the University District. Juno Riker: Cavedog co-worker I flirted with over email once. Nothing happened between us though, because my invite to CA was to overwhelming for him. Boris Kane, Jael Morgenstern, Grover: co-workers at Cavedog. PLUTONIC!!!! Jasmine: Self appointed target for my Bi-curious side. Just met her Friday Jan 15 at the Fenix. We email now trying to find time to start a friendship. Damon: Best friend currently living in the San Diego area. Semi-plutonic relationship since my Zombie days. Married to Lucy. Dooley: Friend from Zombie. He's the chunky dude who nailed a kiss on me in his elevator. I used him to practice my lip technique on. He didn't mind. Avery: Spent $300 on a plane ticket to Santa Cruz, CA to get sex from him. I'd fuck him anytime now . He was the one guy that introduced me to truly great sex. Cameron: Friend from Company Z. I used to call him Lovecam behind his back. He's the photographer who took the cool nudie shots of me. We also go mosh pitting together. Jamison Barry: Alabama-bred 24 year old I now sleep with. He has a heavy southern accent and a cherry red dye job. Priest: The guy I met in the mall. I also call him Father X. I can't remember his real name, but I love the mystery. We have a date this Wednesday, Jan 27th. I don't even have his phone number. I sent this today. Fuck, I want Priest BAD. More than Alabama. (god I love titles) Sounds as though I took the liberty to change the names on my own. I am proud of what I do, so you don't have to edit out anything. Changing the other people's names however, is the curteous thing to do. [priest] I suggest maybe VItos on capitol hill on wednesday night at nine [rf] I've never been to Vitos before, even thought I used to live on Capitol hill. Is that one of those "taverns" I keep hearing about Father? I know I am a sinner. Anoint me with your holy spirits and scold my dirty mind. I am a bad Samaritan with a powerful thirst. [priest]Your writing turns me on, let me know what else you can do. [rf]What else I can do: I work in graphite, cross hatching and scratchboard, I can play pool (but not professionally or anything) I sculpt clay (I was going to sculpt all the taboo kinds of sex, but spent 45 hours straight finishing "bestiality" then stopped), I can dance in high heals, do both vocal and physical animal impressions. I can adjust the heat, find my favorite tape and recline my driver's seat all while steering stoned with my thigh. I can keep you warm while you fingerski my feathery slopes. I can arch my back for you. I can practice white magic, but my chants are smegma written. I can be your cup of god.... and you can pour into me [rf] Vitos on Capitol Hill. I'll be the one with the little Woody Woodpecker lunchbox. See you at 9. |
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