jean genet

andy pink, home base, missouri —

i am teaching a new course this fall, “queer culture” at my college. it has been in the works for the last year, course design, proposal, authorization, lately photocopying to pdfs, syllabus, films, and the like. to say, i am assigning a novel by the gay french writer, jean genet, whose work i am not all that familiar with — though i have read some of his work. the novel is, “our lady of the flowers” — it is extremely dirty though in a kind of high art mode, “elite pornography,” one might say. jean-paul sartre, of french existentialism fame, referred to the book as “the epic novel of masturbation.” (i thought i was the epic novel of masturbation.) anyway, i am now having second thoughts about assigning this book for the course. the students are certainly mature enough for such a text. but is the school? i suppose all will be sanitary and saccharine if i don’t show the film version.

the movers are coming in a half. i decided to sweep and mop, just to be nice. i have left the new bird a green goblet of sorts — i used it as a holder for my toothbrush and toothpaste — goblet as gift. i hope she doesn’t make the mistake of returning it, somehow.

i have a crush on a boy at the coffee shop steps from me at the old apt. this has been going on for a yr. i will miss him. i will have to devise a series of ocd rituals to acknowledge the loss.

i will scout out new eye candy at the new intersection later tonight.

but my big news is: i shall be switching up my cvs.

school starts a week from today, syllabi basically done, books ordered, pdfs almost completed, i have even returned to the gym with a personal trainer. everyone is happy to see me.

i answered an ad on craig’s list looking for a bipolar friend. we are meeting on thursday. i would really like a bipolar friend. last summer i put up an ad on cl to start a “manic depressives happiest hour” group together, i had a couple of takers, but it collapsed due to various symptoms, both individual and social. this new guy seems very identified with his illness (i find this troublesome, for a variety of reasons), and there is no sign of a critical take on the system as such. perhaps i will teach him. he should be younger than me.

my favorite hair color is blond on men, but i have also come to like dirty light brown. i do not like red (i am best described as “strawberry blond”). i do not enjoy freckles on men, but i do like them on women. i do not have freckles. i was recently introduced to the concept of kindness.

i’m off to shave for the last time in what can only be described as “transitional housing,” as they like to say in the states —

thanks for the kind words, i have trouble understanding my image in the eyes of others, i tend to interpret negatively, off. last week i realized that i was not actually in a fight with a colleague at work who i had ostensibly been fighting with for the past 6 months. anna, i hope this will be fun as a project — perhaps i will link to an external blog. i like the people on crazymeds i like people who endure.

survivors are sexy.

a pink

my real name is andrew. also brian. on weekends, “tiffany.”