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Idea inspired by/stolen from Johnny Murdoc. These are two pages from a story called “Dumpster Letter” which is tentatively part of the book I’m working on.
Can you even read this? Rob Wolfsham says that Johnny writes like a serial killer. I think I write like a teenage girl on Valium.
6 CommentsStraight Bud Weekly Rim and Blow
Straight Bud Weekly Rim and Blow
Saved from perfection only because of the gay porn playing off-camera (though I like that the presumably straight bud seems to get off on it). That the cocksucker seems mentally impaired only adds to the mystery.
Via FreshHotness
1 CommentGod Bless Ebert
As I fell into the rhythm of the words, as I savored the way Dickens was planting his signposts for the development of the plot, as I watched him create unforgettable characters in a page or two, I felt a kind of peace. This wasn’t hectic. I wasn’t skittering around here and there. I wasn’t scanning headlines and skimming pages and tweeting links. I was reading.
What I am going to do, is take some time every day to read.
Ebert: The quest for frisson
1 CommentNobody likes you.
Repost from old blog, 12/28/2006
Nobody likes you.
Nobody enjoys you.
Nobody wants to hang out with you.
The phone doesn’t ring.
You could call, but that would be imposing, and they probably would rather you didn’t call, anyway.
They think of you, briefly – one says “did you call him?”
The other says “no, did you?”
They laugh – oh well.
They see a movie, they go drinking, dancing, fucking. They have similar interests, similar musical tastes. They have shared experiences, all of which solidify their bonds.
They have full and wild and fascinating lives.
They are full of goals that they will achieve.
Conversation flows effortlessly, things happen that they will talk about afterwards, stories they’ll have for the rest of their lives.
These things never happen when you’re around.
Your presence breeds discomfort. Nobody knows what to say.
You are kept around only out of habit, or because you make them feel better about themselves.
Try to tell yourself that you are worth something, that you have secrets, that one day you will laugh in their faces.
Sit back and watch it never happen.
Moody ’80s Synth Scores
Repost from old blog, 1/20/2009
…are my favorite.
sex, lies, and videotape (Cliff Martinez)
Heathers (David Newman)
Welcome Home, Roxy Carmichael (Thomas Newman)
Thomas Newman – Several Letters
Porn Writing
Pornography, from the Greek, means literally ‘whore writing.’ You know you are a whore and you write about it. This differs from other literary careers in which you may write for years before you discover you are whore.
–Lars Eighner
3 CommentsWank: The Blog
In the years since, I had realized that the things that happened in our dorm, didn’t happen in every dorm. I mean, I am sure some of them happened in every dorm, but not all of them, not so much. I had done more than my share to encourage things to happen in the dorm. But if you had told me then that I would spend the evening of my twenty-seventh birthday with Chris giving me a wank, I would have said you were crazy. That wasn’t my plan at all.
I’ve said this before, but Lars Eighner’s book Wank: The Tapes really blew my mind when I first read it in 2001, and opened up the possibilities for me of what gay erotica could be.
Lars has just posted the entire text of Wank to his blog, and I’m pretty much deliriously happy about it, as it will give many more people a chance to read and enjoy it and maybe, possibly, have their minds blown. Cause as far as I’m concerned, Eighner is the king.
Here it is. Enjoy.
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