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in Barcelona, 2003
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"Queerer-than-Thou.
Revisionist.
Sure/Unsure like the inhabitants of deodorant commercials.
I test well, photograph..."
More about Jesse
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Schools (Other):
Hunter College, BFA 2004
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College/University:
Savannah College of Art & Design, Attended 2007 - Present, Master's Degree, Sequential Art
Hunter College, Attended 2003 - 2004, Other
Yale University, Attended 1996 - 2000, Class of 2000, Bachelor's Degree, Fine Arts
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Occupation:
Art / Web Design
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Affiliations:
Corn Poners of America, Lesbian Soy Mafia
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Hobbies and Interests:
onomatomania, befuddlement, hysterics, debris, missed connections, the frog bra, hunger, arbitration
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Favorite Books:
The Very Hungry Caterpillar
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Favorite Movies:
2046/In the Mood For Love, The Triplettes of Belleville, Joe vs the Volcano, The Big Lebowski, Rushmore, Sunset Boulevard, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Star Wars, the last half of Akira, Mulholland Drive, The Cook the Thief etc, Hedwig, The Last Unicorn, A Chorus Line, The Vertical Ray of the Sun, Aimee and Jaguar, Boys Don't Cry, Ma Vie en Rose, Tarnation, I Heart Huckabees
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Favorite Music:
Joanna Newsom, Leonard Cohen, Al Green, Astral Weeks, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Modest Mouse, The Arcade Fire, Franz Ferdinand, Neko Case, Etta James, Neutral Milk Hotel, Postal Service, Pixies, Bob Dylan, Aretha Franklin, Jeff Buckley, Joni Mitchell, Diana Ross but only with The Supremes, Belle but not Sebastian, Bitch and/or Animal, Buju Banton and Freddie Mercury, Jesse and the Rippers
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Favorite TV Shows:
now that six feet under is over, i'm burning that bridge
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About Me:
Queerer-than-Thou.
Revisionist.
Sure/Unsure like the inhabitants of deodorant commercials.
I test well, photograph poorly.
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Who I Want to Meet:
livejournal: erratophile
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previous entry was merely a joke, a
prank, hoax, pulling your leg, telling a
shaggy dog story. I am affirming that
Jesse really is quite hot and really, if
offered the chance, you should tap that ass.
You were only good for sex and Scrabble.
The sex wasn't even good and I can play
Scrabble
online.
background research prior to that
weekend's toga party thrown by the
Pundits, whose company she ached to
keep. She was a sad character to begin
with, and it nearly broke my heart to
explain to her such a costly geo-cultural
mishap. "I have to go!" she exclaimed,
her voice cracking as she spoke of the
make-or-break mien that is the Yale
social scene. Pulling from her back-
pocket a stick of hot-pink sidewalk-chalk
she quickly sketched a (hot-pink) chariot
on the petrified backside of Mt. Agou,
thrice clicking her heels. She went
nowhere. Neither did I. Sold into slavery
at an age which I would consider to be
too young, I....well, that's a story for
another time. Although my mother
tongue was Dagomba, I knew enough
french to understand her
exasperated, "J'ai parle pas francais!"
small cost, Jesse imparted her thus-far
knowledge of the English language, as
well as the Kingdome of Christ, as We
(this 'trinity' as she considered us to be
consisted of Jesse heaved over my
shouder like a cement beachtowel and
the never-present footsteps of 'our' Lord
and Savior) trekked some 200 miles
across the extensive lagoons and
marshes of the southern coastal plain. I
deposited her safely at the U.S.
Embassy, and just before she boarded
her plane to fly back to whatever strange
world she came from, she turned to me
and said, "I promise to pay for you to
join me in America." Well, that's what I
thought she said. She says she
promised to pray for me to join her in
America. Heh. You say tomato, I say to-
mah-to...(sigh). But she did send me
this invite to join her on Friendster. Many
thanks....
but it got hacked off at the end!!
Wassupwitdat!!! ;] --- It said: "Is there
a better combo (than being darn kind,
playful, attentive and wise)? YES,
because she's a hottie, too!"
There, now that's more like it. *smirk*
phone I suggested we meet live. She
called my spade a dirty shovel & blurted
reluctance: I seemed a bit "insane." I
overrode hr hesitancy, fastened hr in
neck & wrist manacles & dragged hr
out for an afternoon of gawking @
petrified frogs. I dispensed 2 ibuprofen
tablets when she admitted menstrual
malaise but insisted she continue to
stay put in Radio Flyer red wagon I had
her chained to while we inspected
dissected innards of reptilian friends. I
knew she secretly loved the football
helmet & luge bodysuit I insisted she
wear. When our lark ended, Jesse
remarked that she wished to play for
longer, but hr cramps were now foiling
our plans. Days later we met & bashed
a golfball-sized geode with a hammer.
Our next tryst ended sweatily after
Indian techno blitzkrieged our
bloodstreams. I've never had more fun
proving insanity. ** Jesse is darn kind,
playful, attentive & wise. Is there a
better combo?
sensual. Knows just the right time to
offer up a room full of lesbians some
chunks of sweet, sweet pineapple.
Keep in touch. We should get to know
more about each other!
I prefer originality. And hickeys are
a fine calling card, but I have aleady
done that. So I thought I would just
go with a simple Friendster
testimonial as my public testament
that Jesse is an excellent lay and a
fine, upstanding girl. The kind you
bring home to mom...as soon as the
marks fade.