Man, do I watch too much porn.

Screw all that anti-sports stuff I was previously raving about. I still can't get into most sports, but I really like the world cup, probably because soccer is the only game at which I am not completely inept. I've made it my policy to root for all the Mediterranean countries, if for no other reason than the fact that I live in Astoria, and because ( Read more... )

...to the South side. Of Queens. To a dee-luxe apartment with roof access. We finally got a piece of the pie ( Read more... )

The world cup madness of this past week has once again driven home my utter apathy concerning professional sports. I can enjoy the world cup and the olympics for their international flavor, and I can admire a good kick (or whatever) for its aesthetic qualities, but I can't actually bring myself to CARE. I have never understood how people can become ( Read more... )

Just uploaded a whole new set of userpics, all depicting various male-female dynamics, all creepy and unsettling. But also kind of fun and perverse. Enjoy ( Read more... )

I have written two
poems about you by now:
the first was not kind

(in case you had any illusions to the contrary.)

Rory, ride me slowly, ride me raw, raw, raw...

It's always sad to discover that an old friend you haven't seen in a while has relegated you to the status of "ancient history."

Reading Wallace Stevens makes me ashamed to ever attempt to write a poem. Even at my best, I feel like Salieri next to Mozart: with considerable effort, I can squeeze out a couple of decent lines, but compared to Stevens' playful, wild, fluid creativity, everything I do is forced and mediocre. And this from the vice president of an insurance ( Read more... )