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Jul 29

“

sv replied to your post: confession.

what’s wrong with wanting to fuck everything? hellO, you can think with your dick because you have one. that’s the rule.

”

I don’t think that actually a rule. But hey, do you remember that one episode of House where this physicist goes robo-tripping for years on end to make himself stupid so he can be happy? That was a horrifying episode, in the way that “A Beautiful Mind” was a horror movie; high-functioning individuals and the pitfalls they are prone to, etc.

So yeah I think I may be doing something similar, except replace robitussin with vodka and replace stupid with slutty.

confession.

I’m not under actual, professional treatment. Nobody has delved into my head, analyzed my bad dreams, asked me about my mother. I talked a GP into prescribing me amitriptyline off-label as a treatment for insomnia. It’s a hell of a lot cheaper that way, it’s an older drug, and I tolerate it well. It does what needs to be done.

I cannot remember a time I’ve been happier than I am now. I do keep doing fucked-up things I’d only think about normally, but I’m thoroughly enjoying myself and my partners, and this second chance at an adolescence I never had. And I have a plan for what’s going to happen today, tomorrow, the day after that. I’m managing. I’m happy. I’m not thinking about things I really, really shouldn’t.

Hacking healthcare is much harder than it should be.

Good morning. This is my attempt at a smize.

No lie, this shit is amazing. My “beauty regimen” includes smoking, drinking, not sleeping enough, living in a climate where I’m gross and sweaty most of the time, and then I used this stuff for the first time last week. And my skin is flawless. I got carded yesterday! For liquor!

Jul 28

Jul 27

It sometimes concerns me that people may assume that the visibility of my phone number on the good book means I have limited understanding of privacy controls, when in fact the exact opposite is true. Exactly the people I intend to have my number, have my number.

My vanity requires that I state this explicitly.

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

Try as I might to resist it, I knew the first time I ever heard it that this is the soundtrack of my goddamn life.

Jul 26

Why hello, Joey.

“My tastes lie.. elsewhere.”

Jul 23

"Target is giving every American, nearly literally, a vote with his or her dollar. So, self-respecting progressive Americans who profess to support the gay community, it's put up or shut-up time; here is your chance to go beyond complaining about the Citizens United ruling and actually act to define what a strict 'business interest' is."

If you’re like me in that you normally skip everything on The Awl not written by the founding editors (I only subscribe to these two feeds), you should probably go back and read this one anyway. It’s a fascinating idea.

(via alexbalk)

Jul 22

the shit i get away with saying because i’m motherfucking charming

“No thanks, I can still taste your ass.”
“I have a rule against fucking dudes with the same name as me, but well, I guess you’re hot enough.”
“Oh, let’s just fingercuff him, that’s obviously what he came here looking for.”
“Oops, I think he lost something. Did you lose something? Is it drugs? Please say it’s drugs.”
“See, I know I’m an asshole because there’s a hot dude trying to have sex with me right now, and all I want to do is eavesdrop on the other dude’s phone conversation.” To which said hot dude laughed, nodded, and cupped his ear, all with a certain part of my anatomy in his mouth.
“I think I might be the only person here who’s hotter with their clothes on.” Meant as a compliment to their bodies, no doubt interpreted as an insult about their faces. Because, let’s be honest.
“Guess I was the only one tacky enough not to take off his wedding ring. My bad. I figured, Motel 6, y’know…”
“So you guys know the deal, right? I see you in the streets, it’s ‘sup. I see you in the sheets, it’s ‘suuuuup.”

Jul 21

From Sang Bleu Issue III/IV, this is the work of tattoo artist Nikole Lowe. (via now | worldwidwestern)

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confession.

the shit i get away with saying because i’m motherfucking charming