Out of nowhere I developed this lump. I think it was a cyst or a boil, one of those words you associate with trolls, and it was right on my tailbone, like a peach pit. That’s what it felt like, anyway. I was afraid to look. At first it was just this insignificant knot, but as it grew larger it started to hurt. Sitting became difficult, and forget about lying on my back or bending over. By day five my tailbone was throbbing and I told myself, just as I had the day before, that if this kept up I was going to see a doctor. “I mean it,” I said. I even went so far as to pull out the phone book and turn my back on it, hoping that the boil would know that I meant business and go away on its own. But of course it didn’t.
David Sedaris is yet another short man worthy of my lust, yeah, he's all gay n' shit, but I love/lust him, and the gay factor has never stopped my overly hopeful swf attitude, apparently a good will be had by all, kinda. I dig rejection, especially from gay men, its what I do, yanno. I want him and although that will never happen in my reality, in my dreams, David cuddles like a straight man wanting some sex from his adoring betrothed and despite my swearing off all men until I get that Sedaris-bitch-prayer to come true, I encourage you all to enjoy his writings, gay or not this man is brilliant and will enjoy the tale of germs yet to be had. Love has no boundaries, respectfully to the laws of nature. Know you mind dear friends, that is all love asks. Unfortunatlely, insanity has the higher card in the game of love and if the populus doens't get their shit together, politics will determine who you can love. Love is Love, is Love. And LOVE will prevail in this bittershitfuckinghole (but, in a good way) life.
