So I was having this pretty good dream involving a previously-unknown Chopin nocturne when Angela woke me up with a drunken blowjob.

Now that I have your attention...

(Sex sells, or hadn't you heard?)

But yes. The intricacies of piano and violin got a little less smooth and poignant, a little more immediate, when had this turned into a sex ( Read more... )

Light fumbled at my eyelids, making arguments on behalf of consciousness. They were not convincing ones; rolling to the side and drawing the blanket over my head refuted them sufficiently. A theme of pain was playing along my ribs, but contextually it was a good thing. Off work, no need for uniform blues with skin black and blue beneath. I was ( Read more... )

Dreams, Christ alfrickinmighty.

True, I talk of dreams / Which are the children of an idle brain...I try not to let my mind idle ( Read more... )

St. Joseph's is the best, and his personally favored priest there, Father O'Hara, knows him now, and is apparently unshakeable. But St. Joseph's is also closed on occasion, and sometimes he's all the hell the way across town. On such occasions St. Stephen's is the best back-up, or, depending on geography, Sacred Heart over on North Street. And ( Read more... )

Disillusionment.

Oh dear. Asking a professional cynic about disillusionment. Let's see.

I'm disillusioned with the world, with Western civilization, with Eastern civilization, with the law, with the church, with the educational system, with family, with romance, with-- is there anything else I can list? Hm, gay culture, straight culture, the ( Read more... )