I'm a little sad to be moving because I've finally been able to get some things going here in Maine. I've found some guys who I would love to see on a more regular basis, but won't be able to now that I'm leaving. I would like to think that I will stay in touch with all of them, but realistically it probably won't happen. But if there is anything I've learned from moving around as frequently as I have recently, it is that these things all end in time. I don't mean that to be a sad statement, although it very much is; I mean it to be simply a fact. Not all hook-ups become more and not all fuck buddies remain in your life. We'll all move on, but for a long time I will remember them. And I will hope that Boston will hold many more for me to meet and fuck and grow to love.
Once I'm set up in my apartment and ready to entertain guests and travel to see others, I'll likely be able to pic the posts back up again, but for now you may see a lot of posts about the past and a few days at a time with no post. Or it could be the other way around. I'm only taking two classes this semester. Maybe the work load will be light enough that I won't have too much trouble writing the blog. This is the first time I've done something like this, so it is hard to say. It will be as much of a discovery for me as it will be for you, my loyal readers.
So just bare with me as I take these first steps in this journey that I am hoping will work out as well as possible. I don't know where I'll be in a year's time from now, whether I'll be renewing my lease, moving to a new apartment in Boston, or living somewhere totally different, but I hope that I'll still be here on this blog with you all, talking about my adventures and my experiences on the way.
To round off today's post, here are some Formspring questions. As always, feel free to ask me anything in Formspring or in an email. I'm always happy to answer.
What was the first movie you remember watching?
Hmm...Well, I know I saw the Lion King in theaters because I remember being the only kid who didn't cry when Mufasa died. But before that I know I had seen Aladin. And maybe the Brave Little Toaster. Maybe.
Have you ever made a painting of vagina lips to give to a lesbian?
No, but I do have a strange compulsion to draw a cat and then write a short poem under it every time I see a white board. It made my profs pissed sometimes.
Quick Ace! To the Batmobile!
Holy Awesome Nerdy Reference, Batman! Let's hop inside where you can do bad things to me in and out of these tights.
Ace, do you have blue eyes or brown eyes? Did you know that most of the gunslingers of the old west had blue eyes? Just sayin'.
I have blue eyes. And while I did not know that fact, it makes sense to me. Blue eyed people have better eye sight than most, especially in the dark. I'm great at seeing in the dark, which is helpful for some late-night encounters.
Ace, why do you draw a white cat and write a poem every time you see a white board? Do you draw it on the white board itself? If so, wouldn't drawing a black cat against the white make more sense? Or maybe even a tabby?
It isn't that I draw a white cat, it is that I draw a cat on the white board. And then I usually write a poem or something funny under it. And it didn't actually look like a cat. It was a blob with cat ears and a tail and eyes. Sometimes there would be and expression on the face, but most of the time it was neutral.
As for the why...Well, I am very interested in the idea of poetry that is active, but then lost. Like when the poem is on the white board and then erased. A professor once told me that when something is written in a book, it is only alive when it is being read. A text is worthless if it sits in a book closed on a shelf and never is read. So to heighten that sense of worth for a poem, I would write them in a mode that could never be permanent. And once I started, I never stopped. I still do it every time I see a white board with a marker.
Should children 18 who commit murder be prosecuted as adults?I assume that there is supposed to be the word "under" before 18. And in that case: no. For a few reasons. One of which being that most children do not understand the evil that they have done and do not know how to deal with it. There are ways to help them and maybe save them from a terrible life. The problem with sending someone so young to jail is that jail will become their life. Jails are run like businesses now. They don't want you to leave.
When was the last time you had a day where you were happy from beginning to end?
Good question! I thought I would have to think about that, but I know that for about a week after I first met Rob the Breeder I was walking on air and nothing brought me down. The weather was nice, I was singing as I walked my campus, I felt perfectly at peace.
Of course shortly after that I got mono and haven't really had a perfect day since that started.
Ace, did you ever trace back to find out the dirty varmint who gave you Mono? Because it wasn't me.
It was probably my roommate. He had mono and his girlfriend had mono too. I'm guessing at some point we shared a drink or something and that's how it happened. Sucks, but it is possible. My roommate apologized when he heard, but I didn't have the heart to blame him.
That's all for this week! Thanks for reading.