dearest cunt toys, i have two — andy pink here to brighten your day and satiate his graphomania: back from the park, tim, jon's partner, guarded max this morning, tim is a child psychiatrist at mgh, and, stunningly, the president of the apa (american psychiatric association), which is a massive title, he is quite grand in his field, psychiatry, and his speciality, chid psychiatry, and it's somewhat of an honor to talk with him and be friends with him, though the fact that i h

Michael here, this is the jockstrap I ordered from Amazon — like it, Richie boy! My take is that you want to turn our road trip into a coming out party, is that correct, dickbag? i think that's a fine plan — i've never really liked disney world*, it's so boring and bland — and i'd rather visit your parents in the midwest. they'll like me. then when it's over — it'll be fine any which way, it always is in my experience — then we can make a u-turn to disney world* and fuck and

andy pink, live from 249 1F — the precedent to all saint's day (nov 1) and all soul's day (nov 2, also the anniversary of my father's death, in 1984) have passed and i am enjoying a day off from schoolwork. took jeff to the third street dog park this morning as i was tired, had run out of half and half, didn't have much coffee, and was too tired to banter with the gay boys with the dogs. third street was empty, which was fine, and then i we went to dunkin and pretended to ord

dearest readers from the russian federation and linux penguin lair (incl rich) — the disney error message on my tv was scary. i realized that because it was posted it meant that you hadn't died, which i did consider as the worst case plot for a few minutes. i hope you are well. i'm back from my parents' condo in chestnut hill (the one that you and i will inherit to sell), i bagged the groceries, shimmied them up the stairs that they both have trouble with, and delivered the g

andy pink, masochistically anticipating and waiting, so excited for our road trip to disney world*! — dearest readers, i've thought of packing today; rich refuses to send the email — compromised kindness — but that is okay, i trust him, i feel the plot, i like the plan, and i love him in a total way that will be never again; this is the road trip. i'm wondering about rich's drug use situation; i guess it can't be that bad if he shows up early to 1369 every morning. but i'm no

dearest fans, andy pink here to sip more — i'd like to stay in my apt in east cambridge. i have the dog park here, which is really good for Jeff and me, and I have friends in the neighborhood that are close and helpful, so that would be good. as i recall from listening to rich's crooning at 1369, he has a roommate, so he and i can't really enjoy ourselves over there much. but we can come here and hang out at 249, it will be fun, the doggie will be around, and we can fuck and

andy pink, back from the park and eager for a battle — i must say: rich not being out to his parents is perfectly fine, even normal, in queer life, a lot of folks are not out to their parents (or really anybody), but there is an — unfortunate no doubt — queer imperative by those who are (easily) out that gay folks come out — that's even the aetiology of the original rainbow flag, the color, the vibrance, but of course also the diversity. (i truly despise that flag, it seems l

from andy's treehouse, that's a pretty big trunk dude — i'm still upset/confused about jon's joke about the fictional nature of my gayness. maybe it's a reference to the fact (self-delusion) that i am straight-acting, but maybe closeting myself in J.Crew clothing (which is certainly gay but not queer) is fictional. I also told jon about rich and perhaps that seems like a fiction, or a storyboard or screenplay — i tell our story, so far, well — and that may be it. it kind of b

andy pink, near you, hear you — at the dog park this morning, there was a bit of a scuffle: i made reference to the posse about the gay manuscript and jon referred to it as "fiction" — which was presumably a joke, but in the immediate i did not understand the humor of it, which was indicated by everybody's laughter at it. afterward, i thought perhaps the joke was on my gayness, that it was a fiction or a put-on or made-up, not true, not real, and i couldn't figure out why tha

andy pink, up late without a date — do you have a saved copy of the original match andy foxfrye quiz? i accidentally replaced it with the "about michael's manic depression: calming rich's nerves" quiz — and now i can't find it. this, is like being in a david lynch film. i must tell you: i'm looking pretty good right now, down to 168 lbs after the purge and feel in top form to suck your dick. i do love you basically, in must have been love at first sight (site), it was retroac