Arisia! W00T!

That is all.

Poly is hard. Two years ago my slave at the time, K, came to ROC city when I was there visiting my secretary and long-term partner, L. L is my great love, and visiting her and her boyfriend is something that is very important to me. But K decided to make it all about her and not respect L's boundaries. Ok. That's fine. It's a thing that ( Read more... )

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-I'd forgotten how adorably cute the MassPike signs are.

-Boston smells funny. By which I mean, it doesn't smell funny, and I notice that it doesn't smell funny becuase I live in Brooklyn.

-The ticket agent at the Greyhound counter at SouthStation can suck my fat white cock. Ahem... sorry ( Read more... )

This is fixin' to be a crazy couple of weeks.

Someday soon, the Super Karate Monkey Death Car will park in my space. But Nick has fancy plans! And... pants to match.

Καὶ πίε νῦν καὶ ἔρα, Δαμόκρατες· οὐ γὰρ ἐς αἰεὶ
πιόμεθ’ οὐδ’ αἰεὶ παισὶ συνεσσόμεθα.
καὶ στεφάνοις κεφαλὰς πυκασώμεθα καὶ μυρίσωμεν
αὑτούς, πρὶν τύμβοις ταῦτα φέρειν ἑτέρους.
νῦν ἐν ἐμοὶ πιέτω μέθυ τὸ πλέον ὀστέα τἀμά·
νεκρὰ δὲ Δευκαλίων αὐτὰ κατακλυσάτω...

This may sound terribly puritanical and conservative of me. Or it may sound like a celebration of proletarian simplicity ( Read more... )

Today was the first rehersal of the Opera scene I have going up the first weekend in April. It was really intense for me emotionally for a number of reasons ( Read more... )

So yes: I got some awful news this weekend. Really ruined my future plans, and ruined my "2009 is the year of Nick" plan ( Read more... )