It's odd but I think my scribbles are part of pop culture. Yay! Does this mean I can have a date with Jennifer Anderson? She's such a school mom. We could go bowling. That's what I used to do a lot of in high school; that and movies. God, high school was an orgy of horniness. And then again my childhood was seriously fucked up. My sisters just loved to play mind games with me. One such punishment was the chair discipline. They told me to sit in this old French chair with a straight back. This game started when I was 5 years old. If I left the chair they would beat me. So, I peed the chair. The cumulative effect was to turn me on to my gay friend Michael Wild. I think he was gay out of the womb. Michael was kissing boys in grammar school and getting beat up for it. He didn't seem to care. He asked me to tie him up in the gym shower, which got us both beat up. Thanks, Mike. Anyway, I get really turned by girls now. I think Michael was a faze. Maybe? I kept the French chair, but I had it reupholstered. It was in the closet of my dad's house and had been stripped to its frame. Sometimes, I'll fantasize about it. It definitely has bondage memories. Does any of this make sense? I think I burned my Ramen Noodles... Pissah! =+= |