Friday, April 15, 2005

Letting go

Well, TB wrote and wanted to see me last night. So I went out. I practiced my Marquise; it’s so much easier to have physical abandonment if you’ve vacated the experience. Such as had happened with the Refugee. So it was actually pretty fun. I enjoyed it. We both behaved with perfect candor. And he smiles. He smiles a lot in bed. That’s so endearing.

Good enough. So maybe I’ll see him again. Nice one; big head. Kinda funny. But at anyrate, that’s life, and that’s me.

More or less it's yet another example of letting go and not caring about anything. Oh well.

Oh yeah, and he's racist. But he's white, so that's normal.

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