July 13, 2002

I am in Delaware for the weekend, at an artists’ retreat, being hosted by these two lesbians named Y. and H. Y. is 60 and large and round; H. is 56 and small and thin. They have three little dogs and they run a photo gallery full of beautiful, beautiful photos of (at the moment) naked gymnasts. They have been together for ten years (the lesbians, not the gymnasts) and when I arrived, they said, “The only two rules are, one, don’t let the dogs out, and two, no matter what you do, don’t look out the window between 7 and 8 in the morning, because that’s when we go skinny dipping in the pool.”

Sometimes I think it would be so much better to be a lesbian.

But then I remember that I wouldn’t be able to be a whorish slut fag and then I feel okay being just the way I am.

Apparently, by the way, not all of my scruples have disappeared. I’ve been flirting with this gorgeous actor all day; we’ve been talking about going swimming together but clearly meaning something else. I just realized, however, that I am simply incapable of having sex with somebody in a home where I am an unfamiliar guest. I just can’t do that to my hosts.

You can take the boy out of the south. . . .

And the actor is staying at a motel, and that’s just too gross.

I thought I could become a totally unprincipled harlot, but I guess that dream has been crushed.

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3 Responses to I am in Delaware for

  1. Chris says:

    Artist’s retreat in Delaware? Really? I was basically born and raised in the hideous place, and I had no idea that such a thing existed. Damn — I guess you learn something every day.

  2. Adam807 says:

    Ooh, no, motel sex rocks!

  3. Amber says:

    Having some morals isn’t always a bad thing. Just don’t get too many, they might get in your way!


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