What a wonderful 1 year anniversary gift from my best friend!
Jules By TJ Koort
Jules and i met sometime last year in Hyde Park where we shared cheap wine and talked about (an old) Bob Dylan. Not exactly the most civil way of meeting someone (do bars count?) but for some reason weve been best friends ever since. Rewinding a couple of months prior our meeting, i like to think Jules stalked me on the interwebz, sending me creepy messages about his fantasises involving me wearing a black bra under a white transparent singlet and im pretty sure we engaged in fetish conversations about stockings and garter belts. I also vaguely remember he had a girlfriend at the time.
Anyway for months i referred to him as creepy Manson guy simply because he was obsessed with Marilyn Manson and said a lot of creepy shit especially about him bringing a coat-hanger on our first date incase with him incase he needed to perform an abortion. SO as you can imagine my initial image was that of a malnourished goth kid who wore lots of black makeup, had a grim attitude towards everything and was afraid of the sun. I was actually kinda convinced he was a serial killer.
Worried creepy Manson guy was going to wear my skin as a jumper or at the very least date rape me, i was a little hesitant meeting him. Also, meeting people offline reminds me of the bad old days before Facebook and Myspace where you met people in chatrooms who described themselves as semi-attractive and interesting but actually turned out to be overweight and desperate (i have sources). Although, virtually every guy i am now friends with, i met through Myspace so i could be wrong.
Jules turned out to be the complete opposite of my first impressions. In fact, he turned out to be so normal-looking that it actually freaked me out. Ill never forget asking whether he was gay followed by i do not want to fuck you. Surprisingly, he wasnt offended by this. And this is how i knew we would be best friends.
Fast-forwarding a year, i refer to Jules as my gay (but not gay) best friend, who not only drives 2 hours to see me, but often does my homework, downloads movies and music for me, sends me entertaining and/or creepy texts, obsesses over the same celebrities as me and in general makes me feel like much less of (or at least on the same level) a creep. God bless the internet.
Jules By TJ Koort
Jules and i met sometime last year in Hyde Park where we shared cheap wine and talked about (an old) Bob Dylan. Not exactly the most civil way of meeting someone (do bars count?) but for some reason weve been best friends ever since. Rewinding a couple of months prior our meeting, i like to think Jules stalked me on the interwebz, sending me creepy messages about his fantasises involving me wearing a black bra under a white transparent singlet and im pretty sure we engaged in fetish conversations about stockings and garter belts. I also vaguely remember he had a girlfriend at the time.
Anyway for months i referred to him as creepy Manson guy simply because he was obsessed with Marilyn Manson and said a lot of creepy shit especially about him bringing a coat-hanger on our first date incase with him incase he needed to perform an abortion. SO as you can imagine my initial image was that of a malnourished goth kid who wore lots of black makeup, had a grim attitude towards everything and was afraid of the sun. I was actually kinda convinced he was a serial killer.
Worried creepy Manson guy was going to wear my skin as a jumper or at the very least date rape me, i was a little hesitant meeting him. Also, meeting people offline reminds me of the bad old days before Facebook and Myspace where you met people in chatrooms who described themselves as semi-attractive and interesting but actually turned out to be overweight and desperate (i have sources). Although, virtually every guy i am now friends with, i met through Myspace so i could be wrong.
Jules turned out to be the complete opposite of my first impressions. In fact, he turned out to be so normal-looking that it actually freaked me out. Ill never forget asking whether he was gay followed by i do not want to fuck you. Surprisingly, he wasnt offended by this. And this is how i knew we would be best friends.
Fast-forwarding a year, i refer to Jules as my gay (but not gay) best friend, who not only drives 2 hours to see me, but often does my homework, downloads movies and music for me, sends me entertaining and/or creepy texts, obsesses over the same celebrities as me and in general makes me feel like much less of (or at least on the same level) a creep. God bless the internet.