The Ishmael Gradsdovic Papers, part sixty-one


8 January, 1996

Had a weird weekend. At Sputnik one person did hawaiian baby woodrose seeds, one person did morning glory seeds, one person did san pedro cactus, another did san pedro cactus and then boosted it later on with some morning glory seeds, another did peganum harmala seeds and psychotria viridis leaves for a sputnihuasca mix, another did some wormwood extract in alcohol, most of us did plenty of nitrous oxide and a little weed, I did about ten times the recommended dosage of drixoral liquicaps (dextromethorphan). Quite a weekend of experimentation. I went to Pier One to buy some groovy glassware to serve the potions in, and to Kinkos to get a menu printed out on fancy paper. Very floofy.

Oh yeah, and this stripper who'se been warming my bed lately - a gorgeous little number, short, twenty-two on Wednesday, red-head, freckled from upstairs to the basement, nympho - she's the one who boosted San Pedro with Morning Glory and then went downstairs with F---- to do a photo shoot with this guy who turns out all of the lights, sets up his camera on extra-long exposure, and then runs a sharply-focused flashlight slowly over the models' bodies. She & F---- are lovers and that night F---- confessed her love. G---- (freckles - her stage name is "Q----") was glowing all weekend from her romp with F---- to her drug trips (she did a psychedelic for the first time only about a week ago) to her fantastic love life (not to brag or anything, but heck, I was there) with yours truly. Also, she's got a great quarter at Poly this 1/4 - she's a philosophy major and she's taking five classes in her major so it's an all-philosophy quarter. She's already gushing about some of the 15th Century British phil that she's reading - Bacon on the limitations of science and language (language being G----'s special interest in the philosophy area).

Soap opera update #2: Okay, background: F---- & J---- are long term lovers, boyfriend & girlfriend or vice versa or sometimes just vice, you know the scene. Semi-open relationship, e.g. F---- & G---- are lust-buddies and that's enthusiastically welcomed by J---, who got a couple of gorgeous bisexual women in his bed as his reward for being open-minded. This is F----'s first experiment with the fairer sex, and she's given it a huge thumbs-up (lacking, as she does, the usual appendage for denoting such approval) - she's hoping to seduce freshman chicks up at Cogswell where she's universiting up North. G----'s got a little more experience, but mostly through two-girl shows put on by the strip outfit she works for. Sometimes the other girl is just in it for the money, but other times they both relish the opportunity to maul one another and get so lost in the action that they forget they're performing for a customer. Anyway... G---- gets over a fling with K----, a delightful teddy-bear that I've had my eye on for some time (he's straight, but G---- let him know that I lust over him, so he teases me mercilessly). She's married, but separated, and doesn't want anything serious, whereas K---- wanted a relationship. You know the scene. Okay, G---- starts flirting with me hardcore but I'm pretending not to notice, since she's F----'s girl as far as I'm concerned, and I don't want a lover anyway, and maybe I'm just interpreting her natural cuddly friendliness as her coming on to me. But by the time she finished reading my red light district memoirs she was hooked and seduced the hell out of me. She reminds me a lot of Babyface, come to think of it. Anyway, I tell her I don't want anything relationship-like, and she says she feels the same way. In fact, H----, her latin lover, will be coming back from visiting family in Mexico over the holidays, and she may hook up with him in an exclusive sort of thing and cut off all of her flings cold turkey. Cool. No danger here, I think. G---- and I have great sex, profound and deep philosophical discussions, and a good drug trip or two. We cuddle with unbelievable enthusiasm and vigor. H---- gets back home. I'm thinking bittersweetly that alas, it's over, but wow has it been fun, and I'm sure we're still going to be great friends. She and H---- have a great night together, message. Still no call. She doesn't know what's up, but suspects he's frightened and is blowing her off. Besides, she says she is having second thoughts about getting exclusive with him because that would mean cutting off the wonderful times we've been having together, etc. etc. Uh oh. So all this time I've been monitoring my head space to make sure I don't get too attached to her and now I have to make sure she doesn't get too attached to me because the safety valve latin lover has flaked... Alas, I must be Living In Interesting Times again. Oh, and it gets better. This weekend, F---- confessed her love for G----, J--- and F---- broke up (again - so I'm not taking it too seriously), and L---- told me that he's having uncontrollable fantasies about G---- (L---- normally has his sex drive completely under wraps, but has met his match...) and wanted me to give him advice on whether to confess his desires to her promptly, or to wait until he got clearer signals from her. G---- and M----, meanwhile, are trying to win the "World's Longest Foreplay" competition - teasing each other deliciously each time M---- visits. It seems like I'm the John the Baptist for M---- sometimes; his last few lovers have included N----, P---- and (soon, I'm sure) G----. I guess he figures I've got good taste (or that what I've got tastes good...)



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