Effluvia

From APBNews: I don't ever want to go to prison in Japan.

Song most likely to make me act like a drag queen in my car: Amber, Sexual. It certainly did today.

It must be torture to be this guy. I think he has a lot of issues. I can't imagine having difficulties with the basic fact of my physical identity. Then again, I'm so close to perfect it isn't really fair to compare. It's a good journal, though. You should read it.

Huh. One day, two stories. I love New York. And Siobhan, of course.

Jen updates! The earth moves! The sea parts!




Bygone Days
Uncensored!

125 YEARS AGO
April 11, 1875

Specht and Walter have opened their ice cream parlor for the summer at No. 37 Madison in Memphis. Mr. Walter says he hopes the gentlemen of Memphis will frequent his establishment often - for the purpose of buggery!

Yes, the love that dare not speak its name is thriving on Madison Avenue! Perverse dandies of all ages and status will crowd the so-called "ice cream parlor" for the depraved pleasures of ass-fisting and cock-sucking! Like Sodom and Gomorrah, the city of Memphis is sure to be stricken from the face of the earth by God's Wrath if these damned homo-sexuals get their way!

04/11/2000
Moment

I stopped by Petco last night to get some dog shampoo and rawhide chews. Got to take care of the dog, you know? And I saw the cutest little animal. It was an albino dwarf hamster. It looked like a golf ball with feet and little pink eyes. I wanted to buy it and keep it in my pocket.




I've been having these King of the World Moments lately. That's what I call them, anyway. A King of the World Moment is when you feel like a by-god lord of all creation, like the world is spread out around you at your whim and for your entertainment. While I think being a Leo makes one more prone to these spells, I do not know. I've had two recently.

One was Saturday night on First Street in New York. I was walking out of Lucky Cheng's to go get some smokes (yeah, I smoked this weekend - what are you gonna do, scold me?) at a little store down the street. I'd been flirted with by men, women and those in between in the proceeding five minutes. I went up the stairs and into the frigid city-fied night air, cool but not cold in my vinyl and boots, and strolled down the street. I didn't know there was a store down the street, but all I had to do was look that way and there one was. I had a few drinks in me and the whole night ahead.

And then I had another Moment yesterday. I went by Circuit City at lunch and found, to my surpirse, that the Cult has a greatest hits album out. It's not new or anything - it's been out since 1996 - but I didn't know about it. So I got it.

Yesterday I hit the interstate on the way home, sun shining, windows down, and I scooted it on up to track three - Fire Woman - and I just let the gas pedal drop. That Japanese engine wound itself out and Billy Duffy's guitars - I swear - added fifty horsepower. It was all for me.

Of course I realize that the world isn't actually there for my pleasure. But it's nice, every once in a while, to think that it is. For me, anyway.




I also went running last night - three miles and change on the treadmill. Around forty-five minutes. Pathetic. I've got the stamina - I plodded along steadily the whole time - I've just got to work on my speed. It was a good workout, though. I sweated like a pig and was happily exhausted when I came back downstairs.

And our workout room has a great view. It's on the seventeenth floor and faces north with a solid wall of windows. From there I can see the Pyramid, the Marriott, City Hall and the county and federal buildings, Mud Island and the tangle of ramps at the base of the new bridge. The sun went down while I was running and the streetlights came on. I had the Lords of Acid on the headphones. It was a good run.




Interesting. While walking to the breakroom and back today at work I saw one girl crying as she went down the hall (I heard her tell a passing coworker that someone had "hurt her feelings"). In the breakroom I passed a guy who was briskly punching the walls and saying, over and over again, "I hate this place."




There's a big to-do on Beth's Forum about circumcision. Dave Van (he of the children-who-trash-the-house fame) seems to be especialy strident about his non-circumcision views. Huh. He's all worked up about human rights, apparently. I don't know. I think my parents violated my human rights whenever they spanked me, but for some reason Interpol hasn't rounded up Glenda and Harold Sr. and put them on trail at the Hague. And they had me circumcised too! The horror! The horror! My parents: international criminals on a level with Slobodan Milosevic.

Of course, I didn't say any of that on the forum itself because I'm a big ol' chickenshit who avoids conflict in every form.




We're watching The Matrix - the nasty metal bug thingy just got put into (and sucked out of) Keanu's bellybutton. Extra squishy!







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