Archive for March, 2009
I am back in that room years ago and there I am on the couch watching neo-genesis evangelion. Today I am possessed with a desire to watch Sleeper over and over again and revisit those lost anime classics I used to love. I have managed to travel back to my teenage years, and there she is on the couch, I just wanna touch her, I just wanna feel her, I just want hug her and all the pain going through her, and here I am in 2008, wishing I was young again. Julie calls and she is miserable in Nong Khai. She complains for awhile, I don’t know how to help her, I have turned my emotions off, she has kept hers on, but now I’m staring back at that boy… girl? on the couch, as she watches anime and cries and wondering what happened to me? She is effemiate, brimming with joy, and hated by her peers. It is only now that I am realizing that she was a woman, for most of my life I thought she was a guy, and her pathos and sorrow reach across time and I just wanna cry. I just wanted someone to love me and soon she’s going to the internet and fuck some guy and then she’ll fall alseep in her bed and the tunnels of desire will run through her, the self will start to come out, and she’ll decide to become a guy, because she needs to be someone who’s famous, someone who’s admired, someone people enjoy.
p.s. read the Tangeirs diary of Ronald Tavel, it’s amazing.
where are you?
home too :):)
too bored of society in general.
yeah I wanted to talk
but I was going crazy
and I ain’t got no cash
so I went home and entertained fantasies of my exciting life as a ladyboy whore
hahaha i do that too, from time to times
lady boy whore seem to hav so much fun in thier lives!
yeah totally, they just dance all day and get fucked
it’s the best life possible
people say their life are pointless as they’re trying to b something they cant be
but really, if u r happy, who give a fuck
well the thing is they’re becoming what they want to be
it isnt bout the destination, but the journey that counts
which is women
there were two American transvestites at raindogs tonight before you got there
it’s really about the identity, being who you want to be
yeah, they didn’t want to talk to me
Don’t know, they’re always like that
the one from London was nice at Kaos, but she didn’t really wanna talk either
too posh for a talk?
nah, I don’t really understand the reason
but they cant carry babies thought…
so technically, they cant b women
but i guess being women is more than just capibility of giving birth
its the life style
well I mean I think it’s really more about relating to women and realizing who you are is basically the same as them
yeah exactly, the lifestyle. I mean I want to be a lazy bitch that’s taken care of
lol who doesnt
u never know
yeah I bet he does
want to b spanked
me or Vin Deseil? yeah I’m into that
I tried spanking a ladyboy once, wasn’t a good idea
she must b like “nooooooooooooooooooooooo”
i like no hittttt
it was like WTF!?
I’ve come to the sudden decission to just give up on honesty altogether
I really like lying
we should tell people we’re twins
with 30 years age different
our dad was Israeli-Thai
he died in the War over the Water Park on the border between Myanmar and Thailand
I travelled through time
that make perfect sense
they’ll buy it, we’re cute
i think so
I’m the intellectual one
hell no, i wont b the shallow one
fine, I’m the dirty one
i’ll b the hot one
and u’re overpowered by me
we can read each other minds
I already am
yeah definitely telepathy is usually part of being twins
Ok so today I wrote a 250 word article on ferret insurance in order to possibly be paid 200 usd to write about ferret insurance more often. Now, I like ferrets, I mean really their nice animals, loveable, possibly disease ridden, but why am I the expert on ferret insurance? I am asked to write an article on etsy.com. I write one. I go to Club Culture and run into Bloom, we sit around and talk a little, I try to convince her to buy a Blythe doll with me, I want shared custosdy, I get it on Thurs to Saturday she gets it monday to wednesday, on sundays it sits it in its box. This seems about right for a shared custody kid. Club Culture turns out to be fun, I’m in the mood to dance and some new Le Tigre like track comes on with that girl kinda screaming over it. For a second I the whole judith butler performativity thing makes sense to me, gender is just a series of behavoirs, girls dance, guys mimic, everyone plays their role. I meet up with Ark and Kevin and end up at G.O.D. GOD is like the gay club you don’t take your straight friends too. This is mostly because it involves drugs, nudity, and dance music so loud my ears were ringing afterwards. At GOD I run into Chris who tells me that the gay scene in the U.S. is really racist, in Thailand however, everyone wants to sleep with a black guy. I am offered cocaine… twice. The night ends and I end up talking to some british guy who has wire frame glasses and had I passed in the street would have assumed had two kids, a mortage, and possibly three wives. He probably does. He proceeds to tell me that if you want to go home with a guy just ask, he says all these guys are dying to suck caucasian cock. I gingerly take his advice and make some, do you want me to sit with you movements to some thai guys. They look horrified. One of them points at his friend, I tell him he has a nice skull necklace, he looks offended. I try to walk down to park bridge and end up with one of those dudes who follows tourists around trying to get you to go his all night dance club. I end up… as usual… with two ladyboys. I go home with one. Can’t get erect for more than 15 seconds, but strangely she decides to fuck me… twice… and then says she’s not finished. Apparently she sings at a club, she gives me her number. night over. just another ladyboy story. I need to get girly quick, this shit is starting to piss me off.
A reissue of Scott McCloud’s short lived but influential black and white comic shows the author of Understanding Comics putting his principles to work and making earth and its troubles more interesting than the inter-dimensional theatrics of superheros.
When released in 1986 The Cure’s album The Top was a commercial flop. In retrospective though, it’s the most personal of his projects revealing a man equally taken with Middle Eastern soundtracks as dub and pyschedelica.
The author of Motherless Brooklyn and several pioneering works of science fiction returns with a comic novel about relationships, sex, and most importantly ideas.