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Day 2: The buckles

January 13, 2009


Yeah, I’m sticking with this painstaking transcription, even though clearly hardly any of the 82 permitted people read the last one. Well, it can just be a diary then.I spent most of the morning with DNA, a man who is so profoundly strange and unusual that I should have felt no surprise when he announced […]

February 20, 2008


For those of you staying up at night worrying about my romantic well-being: yesterday I had a dream in which M suddenly announced that he wanted to get back together and I was immediately struck with panic and experienced exactly the same trapped feeling I had back then. In the dream, man! I am willing […]

Swigging with Scots

February 8, 2008


Another day, another carefully averted hangover. My usual method of doing so is to throw up before I go to bed and take an aspirin; then wake up at 4:30 am and drink way more water and check my mail. I tell you, fool proof. The internet has a therapeutic quality at that hour. The […]

The Epicure

November 29, 2007


Every Wednesday some people I know go to La Bodega for what they call Wet ‘n’ Wild Wednesdays. I only went once, but yesterday I was on a beer roll and so Spaz and I moved on to there, where some 20 people were in attendance and in very high spirits. We sat down and […]

This post is a shemale

September 22, 2007


As you can tell, female friendship has been on my mind lately. I suppose this was partly caused by that trip to Sharm, wherein I wallowed, lolled and frolicked in a pool of testosterone. I emerged from it gasping and mewling “I need boobs!” weakly. I did it in my head, though. Also, for the […]

The post-prandial puzzle

September 15, 2007


I was kind of looking forward to Ramadan as a period of enforced detoxification, which I figure I need. I am determined to enjoy it as well: I intend to rip the head right off anyone who sexually/religiously harasses me on the street (I’ve already had one such incident but I only saw the gallabeya-clad […]

September 2, 2007


Some days ago we were over at a friend’s place (let’s call him Rocker Broker Guy) and we decided to order food. After I gave him my order I said “and you remember what the most important thing is, right?” “Lots of ketchup,” he parroted. He is well familiar with my disgusting eating habits. “Right. […]