Inspired by the amazing and beautiful queer stylin' in Northampton, I finally and impulsively put my money where it's been threatening to go for maybe three months now and marched into a small hip, second-floor place and said to a tall thin beautiful Rosa, "I know you're closing soon, but can you cut off all my hair ( Read more... )

i was recently enlightened that a few weeks ago i failed to recognize an invitation to a threesome involving two people i've independently had at least medium-sized crushes on. like a ding-bat, i said, "oh, i have to work tomorrow," and sauntered off to the subway ( Read more... )

sitting next to her at the reading
on the stairs
for the first time in america
i felt like a picture of a mushroom cloud.

the way she counterbalanced with her arms
my imbalance when i rose to the tips of my toes to greet her.

does she know how lovely she is to me
how seeing her was my other country

when i first started writing in this livejournal, back in the days when you had to be given a code by an existing user to start your own, i told the story of the invaluable white elephant. if the king gave you a white elephant, there was no way in hell you could let it suffer. christina gave me this livejournal, or the code for it at least. i'll ( Read more... )

Between my roommate's insistence, youtube, and the fine selves of Nelly Furtado and Beyonce, I think I might return to the realm of amazing popmusicland and embrace their moving, heterosexual little anthems. I'm far more likely to get to the end of the song if there is a visually enticing video accompanying involving skirts and curlers, and in ( Read more... )

1. there was a roach in my fried catfish salad last night.

1.5 christina this means i can never take you to my thai place.

2. marie ponsot is coming to our informal poetry book club meeting.

2.5 the day that i am presenting her book.

learn it.

New Years Resolutions A Disaster Thus Far.

Must Renew Efforts.

Must:

- brush teeth first thing in the morning,
- not drink every day,
- not, least of all, drink at lunch,
- so on and so forth

Today I have to write an Ars Poetica. Or, quite unorginally, Arse Poetica, as we're calling it.

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I. The Manmate ( Read more... )