I'd schnapp at his peachy fuzzy navel, but, you know, I remember when he was born ("An heir and a spare!"), so it's, like, intensely weird.
I grow old, I grow old, I will wear my trousers rolled...
btw, I loved you piece on deaf boyfriend. Years ago, I danced for hours with the deaf leather contingent at some party at the Armory in NYC (hugmonguous, cavernous space). hot, hot, HOT. Still angry all these years later I didn't grab one to take home with me.
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Date: 2010-11-21 08:54 pm (UTC)I grow old, I grow old, I will wear my trousers rolled...
btw, I loved you piece on deaf boyfriend. Years ago, I danced for hours with the deaf leather contingent at some party at the Armory in NYC (hugmonguous, cavernous space). hot, hot, HOT. Still angry all these years later I didn't grab one to take home with me.