age: 38 (Mar 03, 1974)
MEMBER SINCE: November 2002
occupation: picking flowers up on Choctaw Ridge and throwing them into the muddy waters off the Tallahatchie Bridge
makes me happy: when the people I love are happy
i lost my virginity: to a guy that could have gone to jail for it
most humbling moment: when I realized that this is all just a game that I'm taking way too seriously
crush: the man who was not there
body mods: I got my ears pierced cause all the cool kids were doing it
makes me sad: our time on this earth is so precious and most of us spend it living lies, dreaming up enemies, and saying no to ourselves
gets me hot: the small of his back, the curve of his jaw, long slow kisses that suddenly get urgent, him sucking my nipples like he'll never get enough
fantasy: that everyone would get their heads out of their asses and realize what's really important in life and I'm still trying to figure out what that is but I'm pretty sure it does not involve pulling your brand new Lexus SUV into the parking lot of Bed Bath and Beyond on a sunny Saturday afternoon
into: peanut butter, Mark Mothersbaugh, good deeds, Nag Champa, recycled metal sculpture, the marketplace of ideas, getting shit done, propaganda for the greater good, puppy breath, The Swiffer, financial scandals, clever rhetorical devices, Egg McMuffins, office politics, kites, melisma, Motorhead's touching rendition of "Rock 'n Roll"
Please people, we are all sinners!
You can keep your crucifixes, well-manicured lawns and award-winning family entertainment. I want to know about your perversions, your obsessions, your secrets - we all have them so get over yourselves. This, such a schizophrenic land, coated with the shiny lacquer of wholesomeness and sanitized for maximum commercial appeal and rolled up in the big soft fuzzy rug of God and Family, only there's dead gangrenous toes sticking out the other end.
America is the land of dishes being thrown at Daddy and flabby strippers grinding their tired pussies in your face and small-town speed freaks shooting up in the back of pickup trucks and Betty Jo putting mascara on her toddler for the beauty pageant and smirking cops shoving broomsticks up the poor immigrant's ass and Uncle Jimmy's fingers sneaking into all the wrong places in the middle of the night.
The world is an ugly and brutal place. But morally, we are no better than anywhere else. I love this country because the people are basically good but please, the hypocritical sanctimoniousness has got to go! We drive huge arrogant cars and let children die from cancer because they're poor and execute innocent people and think that our dead civilians are more important than dead civilians in other places. We drop bombs on little kids in enemy countries because those countries won't give up the arms that we ourselves sold them. We need to stop lying to ourselves...
Tomorrow is my birthday and the only present I want is for all of us to take a long hard look in the mirror and understand what is really going on (well, that and for all my friends and loved ones to be safe and happy wherever they may happen to be).
Thank you, good night.
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