dearest interlocutors, daily living

live from true grounds in ball square, somerville! —

now that rich is back in the fold, i thought i'd do a bit of updating of the fact sheet with some words on daily living.

right now, i am gazing at jeremy, who is sporting a cobalt blue button down shirt, surprisingly unwrinkled, with the grey (yellow) jeans ("dungarees"), narrow face, high cheekbones, slightly chapped lips, with just the right adam's apple, i can dream to bite it off. i love rich, i love his body, but i am at the ready to fuck (blow) jeremy, if he will have me.

this morning, i got up about 4, checked the site for rich's output, showered, read bits of "desire and capitalism" by todd mcgowan, a book i had high hopes for and am waiting to cash in on them, watched a bit of joe, took jeff to the dog park, listened to jon's long and inane story about paul (who i don't know), jeff did well with maya this morning, his ostensible girlfriend, though i think jeff might be gay (and might be sides, to boot), with maya as the beard. i told jon he was edgy but kind — a perfectly fabulous combination for our times. came home, spoke to lucy for the 5 min check in, took my pills, and readied myself to engage jeremy, whom i do adore, even if he so obviously can't see the forest for the trees. jeremy — as i've said before — confuses the map for the territory.

i think rich is a baker (in addition), and i gather that he agrees to bake for us, with maple butter. i adore him. i wonder what he's like in a knife fight, or bareknuckle.

jeremy will drive us (me) home, i'll take jeff to the river for an hour, then come home, nap, and try to finish the mcgowan book. i met mcgowan at a conference on psychoanalysis and politics, i didn't talk to him — he was high profile in that crowd for some reason — but i do remember him distinctly calling for the suspension of the law — while a woman countered that the problem was precisely this displacement of the law (this was in relationship to gw bush and the war on terror). of course, i am in favor of the suspension/displacement of the law, we are waiting for it, on hiatus, as that would be the necessary event to usher in a new order of thinking, being, and living. the revolution is always illegal.

i also may look at the long suffering gay book manuscript — it is dedicated to: "for patrick, rich, and the rest of the beautiful barista boys in my archive" — and see if i can move forward with it. i have cut massive chunks of that long manuscript, and i think perhaps it is coherent and pithy enough (now) that i could make headway on it. then take jeff to third street — hopefully check up on addison and louie, tell them the five dangling penises joke — then dinner (diet) and tv or a run.

rich: i am 169 lbs as of this morning, which is thin, but i'll get down to 160 for you (and no lower), which will be pretty good for the old man. i realized that six fags jersey is not in prime time at the moment, so the first date can be six fags new orleans (warm) or ihop. but i'd settle for a walk.

xo love andy

rich, i take it you're not out to your parents. you should know: it's really none of their business. but i can also say that it does feel good to tell family, it's a relief.