love uninspired

danka was a surprise, i think she is genuine, has real feelings for alex, possibly love, they are married, and she seems curious about the world (like stan), a treat for a quality that is so rare in americans.

i will screen "blowjob" (warhol) tomorrow, as well as review sontag's essay on camp. hoping this class of fish (gross) will swim.

i'd really like a dick in my mouth, today. i'd just like to suck the day a way, he's reading, puzzle or book, and i'm just sucking on his dick and balls, for hours, this afternoon. that would be a good sunday, even without the nyt crossword. dick is so beautiful. it feels so fucking good in my mouth. there should be a course on this outrageous, sweaty, intimate taste. I sometimes wonder whether sexual attraction is based on the olfactory sense.

I just (only) realized that the bus between harvard and lechmere is the 69. That is my bus in the winter, and to ride the 69, i can jizz all over the mouths of the sexy boys that i discover, seat to seat. Why am I late to this, 69?

i think i will reread some of the past posts today (i'm way early to tatte. where i start: december 2015. I have no idea what's in the archive, i know i often wrote about penises, i think i 86'd the balls, which are otherwise fantastic. and worthy of talented prose.

i would say that the penis is the most beautiful object in the universe and that the vagina is the ugliest object in the universe. women's bodies are so ugly. i have become tremendously horny in the last week, and i'll need some relief other than military porn. I thought, being in harvard square, that i could cruise an undergrad, but harvard square is so repressed and uptight, i'd have much better luck in central square. i would say that i am always cruising, constantly checking out men, it's a vocation of mine, gazing mostly at the face and the clothes. The right fashion can rescue the most disagreeable face and bod. I think this is the essence of the hipster: he veils his grotesque image with slum clothes and massive headphones. He knows music, but unlikely anything good.

and good news: i have found another beauty barista, he works at thinking cup, around the commons, in fierce competition with the tatta that has recently moved into the area. this guy has black hair (deviation from my usual obsession with blond boys), perfectly thin and tall, a dream boat. i'll be sure to never ask him out - but perhaps i'll drop chapter one book (the best of the five, so far) at the store, he might be interested. now i have to learn his schedule (and possibly name).

besides the gay class, i have returned to my work, which was in the closet for the last month. working on "death of man, or psychoanalysis," it's pretty good, i've cut quite a bit from it, it's still rather long, and i'm hoping to cut some more. but it's good. or will be. i'm going to shoot for a march publication. everything i say is interesting.

Off to jerk it, andy pink —