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Yoohoo Johnny. It’s me. (then a wink)
And in this young man’s pocket would be the following map:
I love the site http://lookbook.nu/
I can’t tell you how much time I waste at this site. Well, that’s a lie. Of course I can tell you, but I won’t because it will cast an unfavorable light on me.
At http://lookbook.nu/ they have photo after photo of hip, mod peeps striking a pose and giving good face. Another favorite place for me is at their forum page http://forum.lookbook.nu/. When you have topics like:
Guilty Pleasure -or
Seriously, check it out. Unfortunately you have to be invited to join…that is, to post pics. Looking is open to the public. Does anyone want to invite me? I can’t apply for admission, because my torment associated with their rejection of me will lead to lots of cookies and cream ice cream.
On the train this morning, a gentleman of questionable means, started to chat me up. Know this, when I’m on the train I do everything in my powers to look unavailable for conversation. I wear ear buds, even when I’m not listening to anything. I read a book or magazine. And, I wear sunglasses. Regrettably, these barriers don’t always hold everyone at a distance. Back to this morning. I avoided his conversation as long as possible, until he started in with, “Miss? Miss? can you hear me.” What a fucking moron. I pulled my ear buds out and, while still wearing my sunglasses, said, “What’s wrong with you?”
He started complimenting my hair, and my neck, and my purple shirt. I’m thinking, get to the fucking point. So, I say, “Thank you. What do you want? Where are you going with this?” He replied, “Oh, you’re so direct.”
(I should point out this dude’s appearance was all-in-all pulled together; he was approximately 25, a little bit hipster and a little bit bohemian. I’m not going to lie, I was diggin’ his style. He was not homeless, but he was definitely trite. If he was homeless I would have said, “thank you” and put my ear buds back in and he would have respected that.)
Anyways, I just repeated myself, “Where are you going with this?” And then he started telling me about his photography studio (room at his mom’s) and this new “photography study” he’s “embarking upon” that tries to place two “juxtapositions” next to each other. I know, he didn’t even use the word correctly. Maybe this line stuns and appeals to his other “subjects”, but I could care less about his new study. I told you he was trite. Long story short, he asked me to be one of his “subjects.” And I asked him, “How much are you paying your subjects?”
(A girl must always know her fee and never be flattered out of money. That would be fucking ridiculous and an insult to all the hardworking hookers that came before us. )
Of course, he started in with his rhetoric about art and expanding people’s minds and how I would be part of this great experiment. Alas, he and I will never be. The only experiments I do to expand my mind are drug experiments, and I expect the same from others. I told him, with a smile, “Your study sounds interesting and your intentions harmless, but I’m not in the mood to negotiate my fee. This is my stop. Good luck with your study.”
Maybe I missed out on a opportunity. But, I think not. Maybe I’ll see him again. Maybe we’ll be friends.
RuPaul is an effervescent, sparkling beverage being pored over your naked body. Stimulating. Did I go too far? Read for yourself.
From his blog archives, circa 2002…www.rupaul.com/news
MY FAVORITE MOVIES OF 2002:
1) sordid lives
2) monsoon wedding
3) swept away
MY FAVORITE TV SHOWS OF 2002:
1) judge judy
2) golden girls
3) american idol
MY FAVORITE AUTHOR OF 2002:
I would curtsy in his fucking presence.
When my dad writes me love notes he usually steals from his favorite songs. Every birthday card, every Christmas card, even phone calls, he’ll pull a stanza or two from a song.
His favorite act to pull from is Barry Manilow. His second is John Denver. Third is Elton. I would totally reverse the order, for myself. But, then I’ve heard enough Barry to last me a few more years. I would probably swap out Barry with Queen.
Sometimes its a bit cryptic and I have to work to try and figure out who he’s sampling from. Once, for my birthday (probably 20th or so) he wrote in my b-day card…
We dreamers have our ways
Of facing rainy days
And somehow we survive
We keep the feelings warm
These lyrics are from Barry’s hit, “I made it through the rain” Out of all the many options he could have chosen from this song he chose the above stanza. The most obvious option would have been the chorus lyrics,
I made it through the rain
I kept my world protected
I made it through the rain
I kept my point of view
I made it through the rain
But no, dad chose the opening stanza. It makes sense to those who know him. He’s always thought of himself as a dreamer. But the last line about keeping our feelings warm…whatevs.
I can’t figure out where he pulled today’s note from. He wrote,
Yell at the top of your voice from the most highest, I Love You. If you have time to day think of me. Love you most Dad
Maybe this is an original. Probably not. Peace out hookers,
Here are two pics of Barry…the first is how I like to remember him, young and pre-surgery. The second is, I hope, a pic of him smoking a joint.