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Pet Sounds (part two: match made in heaven).
So, just as Blurt eventually adopted a string of kittens, I too was blessed with a long-term furry friend. It took a move to the country, and some few years of growing, but one day my mother was ready to … Continue reading
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Pet Sounds (part one: the melodrama).
Well, they are stories, actually. But I figure that if Blurt can win you over with her tales of the kitties, I’ll bet I can at least get some attention with my own memories of some wonderful puppies. Three wonderful … Continue reading
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A Conversation.
“Mitch,” asked Robert, “was that dreamboat that graduated your sophomore year, right? He dated Sarah, my mentor, for a period. I think. I don’t really remember, but if it is the same Mitch I’m getting a starry-eyed, glazed look in … Continue reading
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Bad education.
Tony claims to be jealous of alter boys: the pomp and circumstance, the eucharist and the fondling. He seriously states that as a young boy he was so starved for touch that he would have welcomed older hands and their … Continue reading
Addendum (aka additional anecdote)
Tony is still in the dark, thankfully. However, his hired hack publicist seems to feel that the last post may be taken as a bit odd, or, as Robert mentioned, something that should be kept as secret. I’m not sure … Continue reading
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Florid
Flushed with rosy color; ruddy. Very ornate; flowery: a florid prose style. Archaic. Healthy. Obsolete. Abounding in or covered with flowers. Tony the celebrity believes he should have his own clothing line. He asked me to suggest a possible name … Continue reading
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Symposium
Tony and I have an outstanding argument about identity. Ironically, he feels that it is inherent while I claim it is posturing and habit. His side of the discussion involves the straightening of his wig and a hand shoved inside … Continue reading
Full disclosure
It should be noted that my memory is a bit crooked. Thankfully, Robert has a mind for details. I’ll let him explain: “one tiny correction, though: it wasn’t a beck CD, it was PJ Harvey’s “stories from the city, stories … Continue reading
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Resolution or revolution?
New year. New Attitude. New tux? Fat chance… But it is clean and starched. And Tony went for a spa treatment. Things seem to be back to normal. Tony has sworn off hallucinogenic substances. I’ve promised to write more. And … Continue reading
Paper lamps and shower curtains.
Settling in to a new home is hard. No matter how many times we move it seems that we must always get new things. There is never enough. I just got back from the store where I picked up the … Continue reading
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Me and Mr. Jones 