I See My Reputation Precedes Me

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11:13 AM Ruby: Whats up?
 me: Helloo
 Ruby: good day to you!
 me: I met a hot guy!
Ruby: what is his disability?
 me: OH LOL
 Ruby: :-)
 me: WOW ice burn
  Awesome

This is basically the problem with opening up to people.

So it seems I am remiss in my comment approving duties. No Offenses! I just wandered off. I have been wanged by hormones.

Also it is important for you to know that I got my Hot Tip published in my local gay rag!! Lookit July 1! Hooray I finally saw something gross at a bus stop.

10 thoughts on “I See My Reputation Precedes Me”

  1. You are SuperJive?

    This made me miss the Stranger, which I had come to take for granted those last years in Seattle. Or at least Last Days, the best part.

  4. What does it say about me that I must avert my eyes from your banner each time I visit your site these last few weeks…? Love you; disturbed by the foliage. ;-}

  5. What does it say about me that I feel apologetic? Well, I am changing it soon, to something much worse. SORRY!

  6. Last night I dreamed that I was buying a house in your neighborhood and while I was waiting for the Realtor (R) to show up, you walked by, and I said, “Asshole!” both as a greeting and an homage to time when Joshua Norton recognized you. First I thanked you for all the stuff you wrote before you took it down, then for coming back after that, then for knowing when you need a break and RETURNING from the break. It was a very fawny conversation and I was embarrassed about halfway through but I had to keep going. I wanted to talk about the “Your Words Burn the Air…” post a ways back, because I feel like sometimes you talk about the hardest bits of you as a means of self-defense, a kind of “You think you got me but I already knew that, and look! There’s worse!” and I worried about what you were defending yourself from, and I wanted to give you some context (LONG TIME FAN!) for my armchair psycho-analysis, sort of. So clearly I have Things On My Mind About You. Even in the dream you were edging away with vague discomfort. The Realtor (R) showed up and you were free! I hope that this means you will get away from at least one uncomfortable conversation in real live waking life this week.

  8. DUDE Hey Anne how’s it going?

    I’ll tell you what, if you get up in my grill I will tell all.

  9. Holy shit, dude. Those shoes on your flikr are like the most breuterfullest things I ever peeped. WHEREVER did you find them? I would be like sixteen feet tall in those suckers but sometimes that’s what I want.

  10. Hi Dorrie, I got those at a consignment shop and they fit so perfectly I felt just like Whorederella. The inside tag reads “It’s Martini Time.” I’ll say!

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