I'm having trouble thinking of a stranger night I've had than this New Years. Utterly fucked up.
At an afterparty I met, pursued and succeded in seducing a complete (albeit cute and goth) stranger. Which is just ridiculous in the first place. I'm the shyest and least charming person on the face of the planet. Especially with strangers. Morrissey's 1st incarnation. If you had told me it was going to happen I wouldn't have believed you.
But after near literally an hour of tonguing, snogging, french kissing and making out in front of 200 people I was starting to wonder if this was in fact a goth girl and not a zombie trying to eat my face. My face, neck, chest and especially mouth has become generously populated with purple bruises.
But as it turns out if while coming up for air you manage to intermittently say the words "I hate you" I will be immensely turned on. So we made out for another 40 minutes. Thats not so strange. Mainly new and awesome.
But Jesus, even I don't want to make out for 2 hours. Especially when my mouth is bleeding and swollen. Then the truth was discovered. She was a zombie who was spliced with lamprey eel and bulldog DNA. She wouldn't get tired.
Here I was, on New Years thinking "Please cute goth girl, please stop making out with me" which is utterly fucked. Thats just insane. Something I never thought possible. Like Kurt Cobain my mind was blown and I tried to grasp this new and terrible truth while I was pinned to floor. I don't want to know how many pictures were taken of my humping but Portland's a small place. There were a few taken of me pinned to the floor reaching out a hand to the photgrapher calling to be saved. Those I'd like to see.
Another utterly fucked moment. On my way out I was told I was the best looking boy that night. They were right of course, but no ones ever told me that with the exception of friends and lovers.
I won't try to understand any of last night or formulate it into a prophecy of 2006. None of it really had any effect on my life or was what I was thinking about. Just sharing.
I'm ready to go home so I can find a new one. Its a new year and time and tide stop for no man.
I hope to find some New Years pictures, I really was looking good last night. Until then, you get to look at the hot zombie picture from friday night.
ooh! a new one!
At an afterparty I met, pursued and succeded in seducing a complete (albeit cute and goth) stranger. Which is just ridiculous in the first place. I'm the shyest and least charming person on the face of the planet. Especially with strangers. Morrissey's 1st incarnation. If you had told me it was going to happen I wouldn't have believed you.
But after near literally an hour of tonguing, snogging, french kissing and making out in front of 200 people I was starting to wonder if this was in fact a goth girl and not a zombie trying to eat my face. My face, neck, chest and especially mouth has become generously populated with purple bruises.
But as it turns out if while coming up for air you manage to intermittently say the words "I hate you" I will be immensely turned on. So we made out for another 40 minutes. Thats not so strange. Mainly new and awesome.
But Jesus, even I don't want to make out for 2 hours. Especially when my mouth is bleeding and swollen. Then the truth was discovered. She was a zombie who was spliced with lamprey eel and bulldog DNA. She wouldn't get tired.
Here I was, on New Years thinking "Please cute goth girl, please stop making out with me" which is utterly fucked. Thats just insane. Something I never thought possible. Like Kurt Cobain my mind was blown and I tried to grasp this new and terrible truth while I was pinned to floor. I don't want to know how many pictures were taken of my humping but Portland's a small place. There were a few taken of me pinned to the floor reaching out a hand to the photgrapher calling to be saved. Those I'd like to see.
Another utterly fucked moment. On my way out I was told I was the best looking boy that night. They were right of course, but no ones ever told me that with the exception of friends and lovers.
I won't try to understand any of last night or formulate it into a prophecy of 2006. None of it really had any effect on my life or was what I was thinking about. Just sharing.
I'm ready to go home so I can find a new one. Its a new year and time and tide stop for no man.
I hope to find some New Years pictures, I really was looking good last night. Until then, you get to look at the hot zombie picture from friday night.
ooh! a new one!
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I am trying to think of other miracles I've performed. Perhaps being on SG so long without even coming close to entering archive could count as one?
And putting up with halfjack.