The Origin of Love

Feb 08, 2002 23:00

"As much as you love your body, I think there are a lot of people out there who don't love it quite as much."

M., V.'s girlfriend, not the M. from the other night, was not insulting me; She was merely trying to explain her opinion that a lot of my nude photographs are repetitive. She insists that she be allowed to pare the images down if I ever put together a coffee table book. Personally, I think repetition does not necessarily equal boring, but to each his or her own.

This evening I probably came as close as I ever have in my entire life to throwing a party. The collected members of Boy Bünd were joined by V.'s girlfriend, a self-proclaimed devotee of smut, for a little Chinese buffet followed by a viewing of Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Half way through the flick, H., A.'s housemate, made a surprise visit (particularly unexpected considering I am forty-five minutes out of the way). I believe a charming time was had by all, though most of the boys felt left out after the movie when I retreated to the loft space to show M all my nude self-portraits.

And amazingly (perhaps because a woman was present) no one appears to have defiled my toilet this time.

I think perhaps I will get more than six hours of sleep for the first time in more than five days.

v. (ex-friend), boy bund, movies, m. (yenta), h. (friend), a. (friend), exhibitionism

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