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What has been your worst failure?
You know what I'm really sorry I never did? I never got to fuck James Dean.
Okay, I don't care about time lines or whatever. Because I was definitely not born over seventy years ago, thank you very much, so there was no possible way that I could have ever gotten into the guy's pants, unfortunately. But if I ever got a time machine or something? I would be all over that like fucking... Lindsay Lohan on laxatives.
Oh, that joke was tasteless. Even for me. ...I'm not sorry.
Anyway, James Dean. Guy was totally gay if gay could ever gay a gay gay, here and there a gay gay, old McGayGay had a dog and Gaybo was his name-o. Most people don't know that! But he was, he had all these lovers tucked away everywhere. Either that or they'll bring up that he'd been with women too, but, you know, Elton John was married at some point too, case rested.
Boy got into weird stuff too. I read online about how he used to be into this really masochistic shit, like having his lovers stub out cigarettes on his chest, things like that. I'm curious. I've had cigarettes put out on me. Not by other men that I've fucked or something, though. Wonder if there's any other kind of erotic that feels like when somebody else is doing it.
But, yeah. Guy was hot as shit. Pity he died so young, but at least he went down swinging. So that's pretty much my worst failure.
[01] Yeah~h, notice the mass amounts of avoidance in the above topic? Peter gets weird about talking about himself.
[02] Which comes to number two, because that's kind of a little relative to his condition? ...Okay, I got nothing, it's totally not related at all, but Peter's bipolar, so he's very prone to some outbursts, even on medication. Which he totally remembers to take. ...All the time. ...Yep. ...Right after his vitamins <<
[03] Peter's a lover, not a fighter, unless you get on his bad side - he loves his friends but, damn, hates his enemies if you're one of them, those things are bitched out like nobody's business. Don't get on Peter's bad side, he's got a razor tongue when he wants to use it. ...Not just for talking, his muse says to include here, but he can shut his filthy little mouth.
[04] Sarcasm. Lo~ots of sarcasm. Peter loves it, and he's filled to the brim with it, if you haven't been able to tell from what exists of these facts here-in so far. So... some things he says, you kind of have to take a little tongue-in-cheek, because he's... crazeh.
[05] He likes feather boas :D. ...What, they're pretty >:|
[06] Soooo Peter's parents are kind of... expired. It's okay. Brutal car accident, both dead on arrival at the hospital, but okay. He was fifteen at the time. It was four years ago and he's mostly gotten over it now. The money went to his college fund, his sister and charity, and Peter was shipped off to his closest relatives, an aunt and uncle in Illinois. He never really talked about it much, it's just kind of something he's had a breakdown of a day over once and got over. But maybe it bothers him a little more than he likes to admit.
[07] Peter hates his name. Ha~ates his name. Peter Brown? Peter fucking Brown? Might as well have called him John Doe and swept him under a carpet. Hates it. Hates it hates it.
[08] There's a kitty! There is a kitty! He owns a cat named Tinkerbell. Who is actually Tinkerbell the second, RIP the first Tinkerbell, and he named the cat that when he was ten, in the middle of a J.M. Barrie phase where he actually didn't mind the name 'Peter' so much for a little while. The old Tinkerbell died shortly after his parents' death, though, har har everything happening at once >> It was when he was shipped off to his aunt and uncle's place that they bought him a new kitten, to try to cheer the kid up a little.
[09] He's a filthy, filthy chain smoker. Goes through practically three packs of Camels a day, he's pretty bad.
[10] He's also very much a binge drinker, which doesn't really go well with the anti-depressants he's supposed to be taking every day, but so be it. He does it anyway, who cares what a warning label says, right? Oh, Peter. You walking cliché, you.