Around the holidays, one tends to think about one's loved ones. I have shown my picture of my beloved pup Sammy (RIP) to counting, three people today...and the day is not yet done! In addition, I have found myself engaged in an emotional battle of the heart on none other than gchat. Better yet, my own flesh and blood mother won't return my phone calls because I have historically viewed her as our modern day Santa Claus and begged like a true middle child for more presents. "Is a bed not enough?" she asks me. To which I respond, "mother, please!" and proceed to cry in the middle of the work place about all the things I need because I am too much of a stingy Jew to buy them myself. I think she is starting to think that yoga is making me more selfish. SNORTY SNORT SNORT SNORT i say to that!
Anywho, dear denn, love is really very complicated (or as my new paramour says about EVERYTHING, "it's really intense and complicated.") Megan Marion and I were discussing this subject and thought hey! let's get to the bottom of this crazy little thing called love.
Now all we need is a forum for this discussion, a few avid listeners, and romantic experience. Megan, you bring the ice cream, I'll bring the window to the soul. Den, just be there to listen.
Dear Den, Christmas time is coming, and the Chelsea gays could not be happier. Walking down the street yesterday, me and a fellow pedestrian stopped to enjoy the same display of handcuffs, topless fire men calendars, porn and tinsel. He turned to me and smiled, saying “It’s really beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.” When I walked into Lew’s apartment, Christmas carols were playing, 117 red and green candles were ablaze, and where there wasn’t a wreath there were garlands. I was alarmed about the possibility of a gay fire, but he assured me that all the candles were more than 1cm from anything flammable. Cozy with flannel throws and a bottle of wine, we debated between “17 Again” and “My Best Friend’s Girl”, deciding on the latter which we realized we had both seen on minute in so opted for smoking cigarettes and talking about gingerbread houses. In the xmas spirit, Claire (who really is actually Jewish, maybe??) and I have started our first annual Christmas list. And so it begins:
Spiritual reading from Susan Miller Spiritual reading from Cheryl Lee Terry Tickets to the premier of Nine The war to be over if it’s still happening Anything related to John Mayer- CD’s, magazine, signed posters, ANYTHING Functioning heat A pug for Stella to play with A French Bulldog for my pug to play with Xanax non alcoholic or functioning alcoholic bf a desk