Chris M

so we can swap stories about who’s tiny and fight over jake gyllenhaal ( i won! )

pssssstttt – angelica houston is tiny, too

I just wonder, does she keep any goyish faygela boys as pets?

She’s in my Comm 101 class and she’s AWESOME. One of the most grounded people I’ve ever met. I just want to rub her belly for luck.

He has a keen eye for the absurd, even if he thinks that bell peppers have nutrients. LOL

He has a keen eye for the absurd, even if he thinks that bell peppers have nutrients. LOL

Just to say thanks, for giving voice to the best advice I’ve gotten in ages. Be “through accepting limits ‘cause someone says they’re so.” “It’s time to try defying gravity.”

We were in the same rehab together. Just the month before we had been at her cousin’s wedding in Colorado Springs. If she was using as much as I was then I didn’t notice.

So we’re staying at the very posh, very straight laced Broadmoore Hotel at the foot of Pike’s Peak and we’re having dinner with Simon (her cousin) and Neil (Simon’s frined) and some other people and Catya decides we all need to go out dancing that night. She calls our waiter over and asks him where the disco is. He pretends, he MUST have been pretending, right? not to know what she’s talking about. A dance club, a disco, you know, a place to go dancing, she protests with a bit of a physical demonstration of what she was talking about there in her chair. The waiter stood up, straightened his jacket, raised his nose and dropped his chin and in his most pretentious, stuffy faux-english accent replied, “Madam, we DON’T have that SORT OF THING at the BroadMOORE. Good evening.” Whereupon he turned and walked away. I thought we would die laughing.

Last night I read that she died of an Extacy overdose a few years ago. I’m not surprised, not in the least. But I’m heartbroken. I realize that it could have just as easily been me. I guess I was lucky to go to prison. I just think the world of her parents, and pray that Vidal and Beverly are comforted and that Catya, where ever she is, is at peace.

What is he doing now that he quit his job? I know he must feel unfettered and alive but will he be going to Paris? And will he be a free man there or mearly a cheap man, like so many of us are?

Well, first of all he’s like, woof! Hot. And secondly, he is able to be that, and able to even be a little bit of a flirt without ever giving the impression that he is anything but completely devoted to his companion. Most guys, I’ve noticed, never notice that they just crashed over the boundry between sweet and slutty. Worse, many guys don’t care. You know what else? He made me feel pretty good about myself on a day when I really needed it.

We gay men should get an ambassador. RG should be it.