01/15/2000
Gifts

Did I mention that I'm thinking about grad school? I think I did. I'm going to take a swing at the GRE this weekend. Of course, if I score a two I'll have to rethink the whole college-boy idea.

And I'm going on an interview for the headhunter job Monday morning. It's a fairly techy job with a techy company; I intend to ask the guy who interviews me (the info tech vice-president, no less) if this is the kind of job where you're expected to work lots of free overtime, you know, where you come in at nine and even though the day ends at five you're supposed to stay 'til seven or eight. 'Cause buddy, right now I get to work at eight-thirty and leave at five sharp and that's the way everyone likes it. My schedule right now is a perk in itself.




Having adoring fans send you shit rocks. My man Henry down on the coast sent me a copy of the Pet Shop Boys new CD, Trish got me some goodies at MacWorld and Siobhan has sent me little goodies on occasion. Trust me, guys, I'll be returning the favor soon.

Please, if you feel the need to shower me with gifts, go right ahead. I'll happily supply an address.




She was sitting on the toilet, velvet hotpants around the ankles of her combat boots, watching him put his eyeliner on.

"I love," she said, leaning elbows on knees, "watching a guy put on make-up. I like guys in make-up in general."

He finished his left eye - black, heavy and smudged was his philosophy - and started on the right.

"Why is that, do you think?" he asked, "what do you think that says about your sexuality, that you like boys who look like girls?"

"You don't look like a girl, though. You look like a guy wearing make-up."

"So, say, a drag queen wouldn't excite you," he said, "but a regular guy in make-up does?"

"Right," she said, standing up and pulling up her shorts, "it's just so...I don't know. Unexpected, I guess."

"Like a monkey riding a bicycle? That kind of unexpected?"

"No, no," she shook her head and leaned on the counter beside him, watching him smudge and smear, "it's, like, you know...forbidden. men aren't supposed to wear make-up. It's wrong, you know? But, really, right. For me, anyway.

"And what does it say about your sexuality?" she asked him, "you're a guy who knows how to put on eyeliner."

He looked away from the mirror, towards her, and batted his eyes. "It doesn't say dick about me, sexually. It just looks good on me. True?"

She smiled, nodded. "True. Let's go boogie."




Ah, a quite Saturday. Sonya is off to the salon, I will clean the house and watch football. Kent and James are coming over to dinner tonight to discuss London plans. And it's a beautiful day, here in Memphis.

Who wins in the playoffs today? Here's my predictions: Minnesota, Tampa Bay, Jacksonville and Tennessee. We'll check on this tomorrow.

Are you ready for some football?





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