pensive pitt: if you don't want any lip, why don't you stick with non-human dildos
I spent some time in an alternative universe the other day and I also went to Finland. For as long as I can remember I’ve maintained a tenuous balance between the real world a.k.a. the one we all live in every day not the show on MTV and the world in my head a.k.a. the one of my own making. I think it stemmed from having an imaginary playmate when I was about four. My playmate whom I called Jon-Erik looked almost exactly like me and we had fantastic adventures together. Jon-Erik lived under my bed and kept all the monsters at bay and generally was my own personal hero. I have an idea why I needed there to be a Jon-Erik but that is another story altogether and to be saved for a winter day when the wind blows hard and there are no leaves on the trees not on a day like today. Erik was my winter boy after all. He seemed to vanish in the sun when the other kids in my neighborhood came around to play but he kept me company on those long rainy afternoons when the puddles in the street turned to icy slush and I thought of trading my bike in for an ark.
Somewhere around the time I started school full time Jon-Erik went the way of my big stuffed elephant and my night light. There were times when I missed him, usually when I was lonely or had done something I shouldn’t. For the most part though my mind had turned to imagining other things and yes people. I was always quick to learn and bored easily so I had plenty of time to continue my adventures under the not so watchful eyes of whatever teacher I happened to be not be paying attention to at school. Everything that happened in my daily life was fodder for my dreamworld or should I say dreamworlds because why stop at one. At no time however did I have any problem knowing what was real and what was fantasy. I’m a daydreamer not a freak although there are still people who confuse one with the other, the afore mentioned teachers mostly.
At some point of course these dreams of kings and dragons turned to dust and were replaced by the objects of my sexual desires. That remains the case to this day. I am not going to list them here though someday I may venture over to fuckplz and embarrass myself.
On occasion my fantasy life has collided with the one I live every day with beautiful, disastrous and often hilarious results. This is what happened in Finland and it will probably be what I remember most about the country. I know that I will never think of a sauna without being caught somewhere between an orgasm and a laugh and maybe that is the best of both worlds.
I’m back in New York now. Generally, I’m a west coast kind of guy but there is just something about New York that the Beach boys must have missed. The city whispers in my ear titillating my imagination with its endless possibilities, inviting me to stay and welcoming me home.
Does anyone else still dream with their eyes open?
Somewhere around the time I started school full time Jon-Erik went the way of my big stuffed elephant and my night light. There were times when I missed him, usually when I was lonely or had done something I shouldn’t. For the most part though my mind had turned to imagining other things and yes people. I was always quick to learn and bored easily so I had plenty of time to continue my adventures under the not so watchful eyes of whatever teacher I happened to be not be paying attention to at school. Everything that happened in my daily life was fodder for my dreamworld or should I say dreamworlds because why stop at one. At no time however did I have any problem knowing what was real and what was fantasy. I’m a daydreamer not a freak although there are still people who confuse one with the other, the afore mentioned teachers mostly.
At some point of course these dreams of kings and dragons turned to dust and were replaced by the objects of my sexual desires. That remains the case to this day. I am not going to list them here though someday I may venture over to fuckplz and embarrass myself.
On occasion my fantasy life has collided with the one I live every day with beautiful, disastrous and often hilarious results. This is what happened in Finland and it will probably be what I remember most about the country. I know that I will never think of a sauna without being caught somewhere between an orgasm and a laugh and maybe that is the best of both worlds.
I’m back in New York now. Generally, I’m a west coast kind of guy but there is just something about New York that the Beach boys must have missed. The city whispers in my ear titillating my imagination with its endless possibilities, inviting me to stay and welcoming me home.
Does anyone else still dream with their eyes open?