with someone else's dick.

my new queer column: [link]

for oinky - 8 random facts:
1. i am in cape town right now, flying back home tomorrow
2. i hate raisins
3. i rub my own shaved head a lot
4. last night i fell asleep listening to lloyd cole, suzanne vega, tanya donelly
5. i dance like an idiot but do it anyway
6. i have a secret - i don't usually, but i do at the moment
7. the chat up line 'nice shoes, wanna fuck?' actually worked out for me the 1 time i tried it
8. my ego appears larger than it is

when emo gets happy?

from: [link]

We all experience within us what the Portuguese call "saudade", an inexplicable longing, an unnamed and enigmatic yearning of the soul, and it is this feeling that lives in the realms of imagination and inspiration, and is the breeding ground for the sad song, for the love song. Saudade is the desire to be transported from darkness into light, to be touched by the hand of that which is not of this world. The love song is the light of God, deep down, blasting up though our wounds.

[nick cave]

i don't have a lot to say.. want a weather report? rain, with intermittent dolphins. this is a good thing.