Tuesday, December 14, 2004

I started reading "Giovanni's Room" again; it never ceases to inspire. I was reading it aloud to Mark while he set up this blog, which he's been trying to get me to do for ages. Now seemed like a good time to start. I actually have a Live Journal, but it's always been pretty hit or miss; I only got it so I could keep up with Darla and her life, but since we've grown apart, it seems pretty pointless. Maybe I'll actually keep something resembling my diaries, which I wrote in endlessly for several years.

Forgive me if this isn't structured perfectly; I have more than a lot on my mind. It's about 12:35am on Tuesday, December 14th, as I type this paragraph, and the last few days have been filled with odd encounters, and meaningful exchanges. Perhaps too much for me to write out before I fall asleep.

Yesterday I had a dream that my friend Mike was being tortured by the Mafia, and when I somehow got them to stop, he went down on me. I said: "Mike, you don't have to do that..." & he looked up at me (he was on his knees; I was standing) and he said: "No, I want to.", and he said this so passionately that I couldn't argue with him; besides: his mouth felt amazing. ;-0)

My eyes are tired. I'm gonna sleep, and get back to this later, when of course, I'll probably have even more to write about. damn it.

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