trixel

When I was small, somewhere during wanting to be the anthem singer at hockey games, wanting to be a hockey player, and wanting to be writer, I developed an interest in wanting to be a sex worker. I *knew* what they did, even if I didn't *know* what they did. They seemed some sort of sexual magicians.

Last night I dreamt I was attending an academy for porn stars.

Imagine, if you will, Harry Potter's world, but with adults... and lots of sex. Yeah.

I was naked. I was doing lots of acrobatics. There were conversations between the porn hopefuls, about their dreams. It was sorta like Fame, without the legwarmers. Well actually, sorta like Fame with no clothes at all. I had a heart to heart with this dude who reminded me of Gary Dourdan (Warrick) from CSI.

Exhibit A (Warrick's on the left, in case you've been living on another planet)



Then I got woken up by a truck on the overpass.