Exile, ô delicious exile

§      As a follow-up to my return from exile terror, I dreamt last night that my mother was getting remarried stupidly with someone she did not really love [she happens to be ethically challenged… it runs in the family] and I mentioned it to her but it did not seem to make sense to her that it was the way for failure. Everything seemed pretty vulgar in the wedding. I think we ended up in a highway restaurant and some of my friends from high schools, two beautiful blond girls called L. and L. (one of them was actually a princess L. de L. C. and de C. L.) were there, and the one called L. P. told me that her beautiful brother (a gorgeous blond kid I used to love/be jealous of when I was young) became a casting director or something like that. And then I had a car with a driver but it was a Smart (small Mercedes car). And at the end everybody got fat, my grandfather included, at a huge buffet in front of the barrier of the President’s palace in Country X (I remembered that because there are holes in the gates). Everybody ate meringues and became huge…. Anyway that’s ok, one year I got a psycho-somatic strep throat with an amazing fever in front of Bourne Identity right before taking a plane for France.

§      On a lighter and cheerful note, I am afraid I really want to see King Kong but nobody seems interested strangely. I once had a weakness for huge monkeys. It was a time in which I knew all the seedy gay bars in D.C. as well as the ins and outs of every club (and boy) in the city. Ian S. was calling me by my first name. Oh yes…I was one randy 22 years old. As Kevin D. would say: “Have you seen my youth? I seem to have misplaced it.”

§      I have to buy a new pair of jeans, it’s necessary. I think people have started noticing I always wear the same pair which reminds me that memorable statement that Charles Bukowski said to my mother: “Of course it's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well”. This is such a severe case of straight behavior and poverty that I could get kicked out of the gay community and lose my frenchness. That’s no joking matter!!!! I hear you young people wear Seven these days. Please confirm before I take a bold decision.

Note-to-self: go to Boston next year for pre-Christmas anonymous sex.

Comments

[LL]

OMG I'm dying to see King Kong.

Oh, and if you buy new jeans, can I have my Paper Denims back?

[FHC himself...yes...yes]

NO ! YOU GAVE THEM TO ME L !!!!!!!!!!!

[FCBP]

I threw a pair of jeans away because they didnt fit in my suitcase... If I'd known you needed one, I would have given it to you so that you could wear it on the day you get thin!

[iLoveSushi209]

I prefer Sevens, but also recommend Citizens for Humanity or Paper Denim & Cloth.

I can't believe you only have one pair of jeans...are you sure your a homosexual?

[kevin d.]

everyone knows i hate to criticize poor grammar. on a completely unrelated subject, i must commend iLoveSushi209 on her eloquent use of the english language. way to go, Sushi! i've always said that possesive pronouns and contracted verbs were unnecessarily and ruthlessly isolated from eachother. you blur those lines of grammatical perception, gurl!

[Fagat]

We are in Boston. There is no anonymous sex here. Only snow. And Vineyard Vines accessories.

Which, really, is almost as good as sex.

Have fun in Paris!