This is a Journal for infornography and Isadora (but hey, everyone else can read it too!)because I have left them both hanging, on email Friday morning and uhhh my Journal from Wednesday? The former will necessitate a rare dream-description (why it's rare, you will soon see), and the latter is about "my career in porn."
I wish I'd written down the details because I forget just why, at the start of this dream, it was that David Hyde Pierce was mad at me. It could be that he was in the character of the associate professor (which, leeh and anonymouse can confirm, is "less than.... a professor) in Wet Hot American Summer and I had failed him, as a student.... so anyway, the David Hyde Pierce in my dream forced me to eat a big bug, or cicada husk, for punishment... of something. Then two other people were threatening to make me eat bugs and worms; one of them was Tryst, but I can't remember who the other was... maybe Joe Rogan? Okay, so then I'm at this big asphalt sorta highway bypass... or parking lot.... I really don't know what it was (this is why I don't try to write about dreams), but this poor African fellow was vexed that he couldn't get his car up it (maybe this symbolized the unfair trade and strife of debtor nations... maybe it means I should cut back on whiskey)... so then we come to the end of the dream-- I am going to go to sleep on this asphalt incline, with someone on my immediate left (once again, don't know who) and Isadora on my right... well, actually she is lying on me... and did I mention we're all naked? Now, HOLD ON.... because it's not like that! It is understood by all in the dream that infornography is going to come along and join us in a bit, and that they two are going out as in real life, and that this is just a purely platonic thing... I am holding Isadora as if a cherished family member, cradled in a very cozy, loving way, and she is softly speaking poetic, prophetic things. I would like to say I remember any of it, but sadly don't... it was just very loving and peaceful and calming.... and then I woke up. Then Tryst was in my apartment and made me eat worms for real.... no, I'm just kidding about that bit. Haha. Although I am a little afraid of her now....
The other thing, well, that goes back to almost ten years ago. My friend (we'll call her "M") had this idea for her zine to do a wacky photoshoot with myself and her friend ("K"). It involved uhhh food fetishism and me being like their food sex-slave... yeah. M was dressed like a tomato, I believe, K like a carrot. Yes, they made costumes... every expense was spared. The concept was I was their dirty pizza delivery boy (hmmm, maybe I should tell this one to SupremePizzaMan; it might appeal to him), and they take me in their bed, dump flour on me, then the last shot was a reproduction of that painting... I'm sorry, my art knowledge is crapping out here... then one that Bow Wow Wow copied... I think it was a Monet... the naked woman with the clothed guys in the park, that one... we all posed like that, and they were the men and I was the naked woman, which meant I was (to quote Flo in "Magdalena") stark raving neeeeude. Granted, you couldn't see The Plonker, but it felt kinda racy anyway. I hope I still have the pic from the shoot that Martina gave me, a black&white of me at the door with a pizza box. We chose "Mom's Pizza" cuz we thought it would seem kinkier and, well, that's the neighborhood place in Philly we got pizza from! Also, I have this great leer on my face and my other fist is clenched. Martina remarked that I looked like "an Egon Schiele painting"... and damn, she was right. It is one of my fave pics of me. Oh, also, I still had hair. I will post it some time if I dig it up at home (I'm at work... yeah, typing all this in the office. Pungk roxxxk).
Let me know if you need any more details... oh, and also, the zine never got done. We actually did some, but this was the last, big, overambitious issue that never got done. I don't have the other pics, I'm sure (don't know if M still does).
OCH! EMAIL ME POSTAL ADDREZZAGE if you want a MIX CD or cassette or if you want me to DREAM ABOUT YOU!!
I wish I'd written down the details because I forget just why, at the start of this dream, it was that David Hyde Pierce was mad at me. It could be that he was in the character of the associate professor (which, leeh and anonymouse can confirm, is "less than.... a professor) in Wet Hot American Summer and I had failed him, as a student.... so anyway, the David Hyde Pierce in my dream forced me to eat a big bug, or cicada husk, for punishment... of something. Then two other people were threatening to make me eat bugs and worms; one of them was Tryst, but I can't remember who the other was... maybe Joe Rogan? Okay, so then I'm at this big asphalt sorta highway bypass... or parking lot.... I really don't know what it was (this is why I don't try to write about dreams), but this poor African fellow was vexed that he couldn't get his car up it (maybe this symbolized the unfair trade and strife of debtor nations... maybe it means I should cut back on whiskey)... so then we come to the end of the dream-- I am going to go to sleep on this asphalt incline, with someone on my immediate left (once again, don't know who) and Isadora on my right... well, actually she is lying on me... and did I mention we're all naked? Now, HOLD ON.... because it's not like that! It is understood by all in the dream that infornography is going to come along and join us in a bit, and that they two are going out as in real life, and that this is just a purely platonic thing... I am holding Isadora as if a cherished family member, cradled in a very cozy, loving way, and she is softly speaking poetic, prophetic things. I would like to say I remember any of it, but sadly don't... it was just very loving and peaceful and calming.... and then I woke up. Then Tryst was in my apartment and made me eat worms for real.... no, I'm just kidding about that bit. Haha. Although I am a little afraid of her now....
The other thing, well, that goes back to almost ten years ago. My friend (we'll call her "M") had this idea for her zine to do a wacky photoshoot with myself and her friend ("K"). It involved uhhh food fetishism and me being like their food sex-slave... yeah. M was dressed like a tomato, I believe, K like a carrot. Yes, they made costumes... every expense was spared. The concept was I was their dirty pizza delivery boy (hmmm, maybe I should tell this one to SupremePizzaMan; it might appeal to him), and they take me in their bed, dump flour on me, then the last shot was a reproduction of that painting... I'm sorry, my art knowledge is crapping out here... then one that Bow Wow Wow copied... I think it was a Monet... the naked woman with the clothed guys in the park, that one... we all posed like that, and they were the men and I was the naked woman, which meant I was (to quote Flo in "Magdalena") stark raving neeeeude. Granted, you couldn't see The Plonker, but it felt kinda racy anyway. I hope I still have the pic from the shoot that Martina gave me, a black&white of me at the door with a pizza box. We chose "Mom's Pizza" cuz we thought it would seem kinkier and, well, that's the neighborhood place in Philly we got pizza from! Also, I have this great leer on my face and my other fist is clenched. Martina remarked that I looked like "an Egon Schiele painting"... and damn, she was right. It is one of my fave pics of me. Oh, also, I still had hair. I will post it some time if I dig it up at home (I'm at work... yeah, typing all this in the office. Pungk roxxxk).
Let me know if you need any more details... oh, and also, the zine never got done. We actually did some, but this was the last, big, overambitious issue that never got done. I don't have the other pics, I'm sure (don't know if M still does).
OCH! EMAIL ME POSTAL ADDREZZAGE if you want a MIX CD or cassette or if you want me to DREAM ABOUT YOU!!
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