jacktellslies: (tea)
To celebrate Parker's having started T, Carla and I threw him a surprise, ahem, tea party. There were cucumber and watercress finger sandwiches, artfully arranged platters of meats and cheeses and smoked fish, ladyfingers, and little cakes with fruit. There were also, of course, several thousand varieties of expensive and exotic teas. As I'm sure you've noted, it was intensely manly. In fact, following a discussion regarding the strange ability of those sphinxes, women, to pick at the tiniest quantities of food and rely on the clever application of pauses in order to appear delicate and half starved while secretly consuming entire galaxies, we decided to hold an experiment. We embarked upon a quest to prove our virility: twisting their deceitful feminine ways to our own purposes, we nibbled away at entire pyramids of watercress sandwiches, cheering one another onward to still greater feats of gluttony, more daring displays of masculinity, leaving naught but pure machismo and crumbs in our wake. Debbie brought a gift of beard grooming products, and at the end of it, as a ritual acceptance of adolescence and, eventually, manhood, we took Parker out into the woods and circumcised him with a straight razor while chanting the following:

Gentlemen, behold! )

We'll host a sausage party when he's a bit further along.
jacktellslies: (ladies)
It would seem that Parker and I have been whatever we are to one another for something like two years now. How completely strange. We went out to dinner with Bill last night and ate and drank things we didn't at all deserve. We had a gift certificate intended for Parker and her ex which had been expired for about a month. We forged the date. We tipped well and ran out of the restaurant, feeling as if we were stealing something without actually having to steal it. We decided on the way home that it counted as a celebration. Pardon me for having emotions, but I'm really quite fond of her. She is a continuing source of inspiration to me, I treasure her friendship, et cetera, et cetera.
jacktellslies: (geroges barbier mermaid)
Dear Parker,

As has already been discussed, my emotional state is not only entirely your fault, but also your responsibility. With that in mind, please read about my day.

My case at work has had a problem for some time. If one listened, one would hear water dripping on the electrical bits of the refrigeration system, hissing and popping and eventually shorting out. I've been switching things back on at the circuit breaker at least once a day, and worrying about electrocution more often than that. Today the repair man came to the store. In the middle of the business day I pulled half of my case so that I could shovel the ice out, pull out the underbelly, and let the repairman do his job very, very slowly. While I was doing this, the health department came, so I had to make things pretty and play nice with them. The repairman finished some time after the health department, and I put my case back together, filled it with ice, and put all of the fish back. Then the dinner rush happened.

Despite all of this, I'm actually quite happy. I remained joyfully calm. So, thanks for waking me up with sex. Love you.


jacktellslies: (Default)
We are not together again, exactly, but we love one another, and I suppose that we are in love. When people ask, we tell them that we are Super Best Friends and refuse to clarify further. She is taking time to herself. Supposedly we'll be more than this again, at some point, but not what we were. We'd like space, please, and to learn to/continue to be reasonable. I'd worried that she wouldn't learn from any of this, but she is learning. She is taking time, and she is taking space. And I am proud of her, and glad that she has willpower enough for the both of us, although, being what I am, to be honest, I would, perhaps, prefer it if we were beating one another senseless and spending a bit more time atop the freezer in the basement. The fags all tease whenever we enter a room, though, and that is almost like real, quite regular contact, isn't it?

I have felt conflicted about much of it. Of course. I'd thought the whole time, you see, that I'd been envious, that I'd only wanted the things I could no longer have. But I was jealous, too. I told her, today: She is the first thing. I am not really emotionally available to anyone but her. And that would likely be true regardless of whether or not she felt the same about me. But there is part of me that wanted so desperately for her to feel the same. And I did not really know if that was acceptable. Was I wanting something that I simply could not have, and being selfish, and trying to have too much of her, and not practicing detachment, and asking too much? And is that dangerous? So I asked. And that is what we would have been the whole time, had we not stopped. And that is what we'll be. That was all. That is what she said. And she said that there was no question of that, to the extent that she barely understood, at first, the question that I was asking.

I believe that one can make the same mistakes over and over, or that one can find new and interesting mistakes to make, new problems, new lessons. We have learned things from one another, and we would seem to be in this together. And my body, and my head, and my mouth are thankful. My heart is thankful, and full, and waiting to be filled. There are new mistakes out there. There are new ways to ruin this and one another, and, I hope, new ways to find our way back.
jacktellslies: (execution)
Terrance and I went on a date. We watched It, which was far better than either of us expected it to be. Clara Bow is perfect. I made him dinner, and we listened to the new Placebo album and some other things. He has fantastic taste in music, and we were both impressed with one another. I introduced him to Recoil, as he is quite the Depeche Mode fan and because he and Bill enjoy choking one another, and I gave him a copy of the mix I just made, and have promised to make him a mix of his own soon. Parker and I attempted to meet Aiden and Meredith at Sisters for Whipped and Stripped, which apparently involves dyke strippers and whipped cream (we both felt that they could have done better) but I am a fool and left my passport at home. We abandoned this plan at the door and went, instead, to Gay Pizza, Parker celebrating because she hates going out and because our inability to do so was because of my failing and not hers. As this happens rarely enough, I allowed her the small victory. However, I was promised three blowjobs from three different boys, and received none. I vow retribution.


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