I represent the typically perplexed and misguided segment of
Generation Y, with the exception of an exceedingly
wholesome upbringing. See, I wasnt allowed to watch G.I.
Joe or He-Man the role-models that make a growing boy
into a successful man. I was the obedient and well
mannered young man at five, with carefully parted hair
combed a tad too low on the side. And Id stay up until
8:30pm on a school-night, reading Jesus books and watching
Dont Talk To Strangers" starring Clifford The BIG
Red Dog: the
moral, pro-family film series that my mother had me rent
by myself at our local video store while she made sure the
other 5 year olds in my car-pool didnt suddenly grow hair
on their nuts, lock the doors and gun the beige wood-
paneled station wagon onto Howard Avenue - obscenely
gesturing their under-developed drool and snot soaked
middle fingers at the recent retirees out on their
afternoon stroll. Maybe thats why Im such a pussy.
Anyway, Im still the nice young man on the lookout for
cock-fights, coke-fueled orgies, and true-love. Id be
thrilled to be my friend.
Who I Want to Meet:
Be up for some ultra-lounging, ultra-pleasure, ultra-eating and ultra-talking. Oh, and if youve got the balls to go through my drawers and fiddle with my under-things, weve got something in common.
Your magic blue light guides my dreams tonight.
Thank you my little Cheetah. My baby falcon,
small small gnu, my josh josh gull, my frizzy hare,
my hawk a loogy, lanky legged heron, upside
down sideways hummingbird, sweetest go to it
jay cock, faith giver mallard, color filled Peafowl,
O in my owl, plentiful platypus, serial cereal
serval, fab yellow jacket, the rainbow in a raven,
all in all my Llama Dorgy. Rest well good knight
Joelie.
~Vera
Hi Joel. Wanna' sit in the back of a rental car with
a Serbian driver and get really lost in Long Island
looking for Trader Joe's and eat BBQ beef with
pickles until we pass out again?
The splendor of scissors, post-it notes,
Neverland, soft easy Sundays, sleepovers
and soul sifting brunches. Just a few
thoughts and memories of the time we
spent in Chi-town. I feel blessed and
you know it. I can't wait for yo ass to
visit me in LA-LA land. Joel is one
of those treasures that I am so glad I
was wise enough to take into my life.
Truly the nutmeg to your eggnogg; the
olive oil in the center of your hummus;
the tobasco in your Bloody Mary. Mmmmm.
Yeah, that's right. I am not finished,
I just have to get to work. Fuckin' job.
One passionate evening, Joel and I were
drinking dirty martinis... shaken not
stirred, in the penthouse of the Drake
Hotel. After a full day of Tiffanys and
Chanel, I was lavished in Diamonds, him
wearing a Black double breasted suit,
and he held me close and whispered in my
ears "My darling Rebecca... I want you
to... take a shit in my mouth"... You
can all imagine how the rest of the
evening went. Hot and Steamy to say the
least.
Thank you my little Cheetah. My baby falcon,
small small gnu, my josh josh gull, my frizzy hare,
my hawk a loogy, lanky legged heron, upside
down sideways hummingbird, sweetest go to it
jay cock, faith giver mallard, color filled Peafowl,
O in my owl, plentiful platypus, serial cereal
serval, fab yellow jacket, the rainbow in a raven,
all in all my Llama Dorgy. Rest well good knight
Joelie.
~Vera
a Serbian driver and get really lost in Long Island
looking for Trader Joe's and eat BBQ beef with
pickles until we pass out again?
Neverland, soft easy Sundays, sleepovers
and soul sifting brunches. Just a few
thoughts and memories of the time we
spent in Chi-town. I feel blessed and
you know it. I can't wait for yo ass to
visit me in LA-LA land. Joel is one
of those treasures that I am so glad I
was wise enough to take into my life.
Truly the nutmeg to your eggnogg; the
olive oil in the center of your hummus;
the tobasco in your Bloody Mary. Mmmmm.
Yeah, that's right. I am not finished,
I just have to get to work. Fuckin' job.
Best get into your fightin' gear, there are scars yet
to be had. Miss you, dude.
drinking dirty martinis... shaken not
stirred, in the penthouse of the Drake
Hotel. After a full day of Tiffanys and
Chanel, I was lavished in Diamonds, him
wearing a Black double breasted suit,
and he held me close and whispered in my
ears "My darling Rebecca... I want you
to... take a shit in my mouth"... You
can all imagine how the rest of the
evening went. Hot and Steamy to say the
least.