Back from my trip, and what a trip it was. Drugs, Country, and Rock n' Role.
The Fist Night: Gomiboy picked me up from a flight that was all about getting my drink on. We had more drinks and food and some of the best conversation Iv'e had in Shirley knows how long. I went to sleep happy and dreamed about Ponies.
The Second Night: We woke up early and drove out to my photo shoot, a slow strip tease for the masses. More Gomiboy quality time, that man is fantastic to the max.
The Third Night: Heaven, take the Bart out to meet my friend eXtreme Elvis. For dinner we had lamb, for dessert we turned on. That man is one of the most beautiful and sexy folks Iv'e ever met. We achieved a Partridge Reality, sitting in the shower, in dreams I live there with him. I could not say he was smart and full of everything I wanted enough times to make it untrue.
The Forth Night: The Suicide Girls Fans and Friends Get-Together. At first I thought I was much to drained to enjoy this event but how wrong I was. I found Brian in the bathroom looking into the mirror, I joined him, trying to see who I was also. We found ourselves playing good cop bad cop with poor Miguel, whom I thought was inwardly stoic, but was shot down with a more boring resilient. Gomiboy, Brian, and I sat on the couch talking about everything. We tried to sleep, I took a valium and ended up emptying out the nights fun from my stomach for the first time in years. When I opened the bathroom door Brian was holding a cup of water for me, that's fucking love in my book.
The Fifth Night: We woke up late and ate crpes, went shopping, took sticker photos, played in the park and told each other See You Soon. I meant it.
The Sixths Night: I missed my plain by 6 minutes, spent the day sleeping in phone booths, eating valium, and drinking in the airport bars. See You Soon.
The Fist Night: Gomiboy picked me up from a flight that was all about getting my drink on. We had more drinks and food and some of the best conversation Iv'e had in Shirley knows how long. I went to sleep happy and dreamed about Ponies.
The Second Night: We woke up early and drove out to my photo shoot, a slow strip tease for the masses. More Gomiboy quality time, that man is fantastic to the max.
The Third Night: Heaven, take the Bart out to meet my friend eXtreme Elvis. For dinner we had lamb, for dessert we turned on. That man is one of the most beautiful and sexy folks Iv'e ever met. We achieved a Partridge Reality, sitting in the shower, in dreams I live there with him. I could not say he was smart and full of everything I wanted enough times to make it untrue.
The Forth Night: The Suicide Girls Fans and Friends Get-Together. At first I thought I was much to drained to enjoy this event but how wrong I was. I found Brian in the bathroom looking into the mirror, I joined him, trying to see who I was also. We found ourselves playing good cop bad cop with poor Miguel, whom I thought was inwardly stoic, but was shot down with a more boring resilient. Gomiboy, Brian, and I sat on the couch talking about everything. We tried to sleep, I took a valium and ended up emptying out the nights fun from my stomach for the first time in years. When I opened the bathroom door Brian was holding a cup of water for me, that's fucking love in my book.
The Fifth Night: We woke up late and ate crpes, went shopping, took sticker photos, played in the park and told each other See You Soon. I meant it.
The Sixths Night: I missed my plain by 6 minutes, spent the day sleeping in phone booths, eating valium, and drinking in the airport bars. See You Soon.
missy:
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