Fuck her mind, so they can fuck her silly!

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Bad dinner, good story


The Mrs. and I had dinner with a friend tonight. He's has two brothers, he and the youngest are both Gay. At the age of 15, his gay brother had this habit of prank calling people and talking dirty to them. One of his 'victims' was an older amputee, a Vietnam vet. The vet seemed to be into these calls and they became a regular thing. After a while, these secret calls became not so secret when someone from the phone company knocked on the door. He explained to my friends parents that the vet was trying to press charges against his brother. The visitor also said that the vet would not press charges if my friends brother and his parents would come over and listen to all the calls, as the vet had recorded each one.
So, this awkward teen, seeing how far his sexuality would stretch, had to go with his parents and listen to recordings of him talking dirty to some crazy amputee. . .
Tragic.

Our friend went on to tell us that his Gay brother is now a "blond ken doll" hairdresser in Boca Raton.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

This is nice, a really nice time. . .

I got to NY. This is finally happening. Not as though I've always wanted to live here, I just figured I would some day. As I stare down at the homos trolling 8th Ave., I'm thinking back to the Castro and how I've managed to live in the two GAYEST places in the country (if I move to W. Hollywood, FIRE ME).
Oh, and I don't remember writing that last post, but I kinda like it, so it stays.
I love R. Walker.