Tonight’s gifts–a pomegranate and a ONEHUNDREDANDTWENTYDOLLARTIP after very genderqueer sex with a man who REMEMBERS (and can discuss) the founding of Israel (aka the Nakba).
Past gifts: an organic tomato, an eyeglass cleaner, a backpack full of sex toys I couldn’t use (they weren’t sterilizable), massages, IT help, political analysis and history, cocaine, laughter, orgasms, power and deference, the sound of adrienne rich reading her own poetry, a refuge from queer drama and heartbreak, adoration, a lift across the country, moments of remarkable intimacy and cigarettes.
Post script, Dec 18/09. An update on gifts from my regular: the Communist Manifesto (for real), a cherry pie and a bottle of organic lube.
I mean, that’s kinda all you need right?
p.p.s. Again with the fucking crazy gifts! Tonight: a certificate for a 3 hour segway tour of San Francisco. For serious! Plus, a little more tradition: a box of chocolates and (it’s never *really* normal) a bag of peanuts and 2/3 of a pie.