December 2004 Archives
Paint Colours
Funny thing — Martha’s room in Cambridge has been painted in warm, creamy hues. The paint is called Tudor Cream. Oh, the irony….Continue reading "Paint Colours"
Posted by Tudor on Dec 27, 2004 in Various Positions
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Scenes from a Hot Tub
Hot tubs are orgasmic. Martha has one in her backyard, and on a freezing night we stripped to our underwear and ran through the snow, our feet burning once they hit the hot water. We were exhausted after a four-hour…Continue reading "Scenes from a Hot Tub"
Posted by Tudor on Dec 26, 2004 in Various Positions
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How to Dance with Fire
It’s the winter solstice — get on a bus and go see your love in Toronto. Surprise her by making her wait four hours at the bus terminal (“I slept in,” say), and then charm her with your working-class moustache….Continue reading "How to Dance with Fire"
Posted by Tudor on Dec 25, 2004 in How To
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Year in Review
January was Gothy. I wanted to experiment with a new face and talk about ecstasy while masturbating cats. Katie West gave me a paper heart and overcome by tenderness I unleashed upon Laurier frightful political imagery. In February I…Continue reading "Year in Review"
Posted by Tudor on Dec 23, 2004 in Various Positions
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Gifts
Dave, who writes pacifist poems on his blog, was excited this morning when he walked into the Student Pubs office and said, “I got you a Christmas present.” From his pocket emerged a little black button he pilfered from…Continue reading "Gifts"
Posted by Tudor on Dec 20, 2004 in Friends & Lovers
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Forget Christmas
In less than two days I’m going away. Toronto. Tenderness. Martha. Before I leave town we should celebrate great pagan rites. Booze. Board games. Nudity. Last year’s winter solstice celebration ended with soft caresses, mad giggles, and the surreal smell…Continue reading "Forget Christmas"
Posted by Tudor on Dec 19, 2004 in Various Positions
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Blowtorch
This morning in my garage I found a goddamn blowtorch! Whoa! I might be able to fix the purple monster by myself. Soon I’ll tell you about screaming and the smell of sizzling flesh. I’m excited….Continue reading "Blowtorch"
Posted by Tudor on Dec 18, 2004 in Various Positions
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The End of the Purple Monster
Canadian Tire, why aren’t your bikes super anymore? I don’t like it when things come apart at the seams. My bike was supposed to kill me, not the other way around. Canadian Tire, is my ass too big? I…Continue reading "The End of the Purple Monster"
Posted by Tudor on Dec 16, 2004 in Bike Rides
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A Game of Scrabble
To celebrate the end of the exams, I played Scrabble in my underwear against Simon while drinking red wine. And won….Continue reading "A Game of Scrabble"
Posted by Tudor on Dec 15, 2004 in Various Positions
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Let’s Drool
She said, “Show me what you looked like when you were a kid.” I rummaged through dusty boxes to find pictures of my younger self eating apples, running naked, and drooling all over myself. Little has changed in in 22…Continue reading "Let's Drool"
Posted by Tudor on Dec 14, 2004 in Various Positions
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To Martha
Dearest love, my exams are killing me and I am growing a moustache. I want to surprise you with a new face, a sliver of black hiding lips that would kiss you. I secretly believe my moustache will give…Continue reading "To Martha"
Posted by Tudor on Dec 13, 2004 in Friends & Lovers
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Tears
People are fragile. On Thursday Jason told me about pain so deep he needed fists-full of aspirin to numb it. His reality exploded and he throbbed in agony. And because I didn’t have any insight to share, I just rubbed…Continue reading "Tears"
Posted by Tudor on Dec 11, 2004 in Friends & Lovers
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Before They Were Heroes
Mike McMahon, the most powerful bureaucrat in the Students’ Union, grunted at me while pissing this morning in the third floor washroom. It’s rumoured that he controls the entire organization, and I wondered what he did before he became the…Continue reading "Before They Were Heroes"
Posted by Tudor on Dec 10, 2004 in Politics
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Eleven Sentences About Your Dis-Ease
You were talking about your dis-ease and I took your words out of context again: I need people to tell me to stop killing my own body. I have to poke Jell-o if it’s perfect and uncut in a fridge….Continue reading "Eleven Sentences About Your Dis-Ease"
Posted by Tudor on Dec 09, 2004 in Sentences About You
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Sunday Evening
First there was abandon: shortness of breath … thoughts forgotten … skin seeking skin … tongues and fingers jammed into ears. We swirled on the carpet whispering confessions. Tenderness. Violence. I grabbed her hair and passion widened our eyes. Then…Continue reading "Sunday Evening"
Posted by Tudor on Dec 08, 2004 in Friends & Lovers
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Power to the People
People of Laurier, I’m writing to let you know that I love you and that the revolution has been a failure. For eight months I tried to transform the Students’ Union into a more democratic and transparent organization, but despite…Continue reading "Power to the People"
Posted by Tudor on Dec 07, 2004 in Politics
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Don’t Climb Walls
She doesn’t want to scale buildings in the winter. “Will this be a problem in our relationship?” she asked. “Yes.” I wanted to climb impossible heights with her. But instead of scaling buildings we held hands, ate breakfast, talked about…Continue reading "Don't Climb Walls"
Posted by Tudor on Dec 06, 2004 in Friends & Lovers
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Martha, Wine, and Possibly Grappling Hooks
We’ll rise from bed drenched in desire, our eyes dangerous. “Let’s do something wild,” I’ll say. “I have a grappling hook.” With a bottle of wine in our hands, we’ll climb roofs and freeze. She’ll shiver slightly against me. “Fuck…Continue reading "Martha, Wine, and Possibly Grappling Hooks"
Posted by Tudor on Dec 03, 2004 in Friends & Lovers
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Words are so Empty
With your underwear crumpled on the floor besides you, you feverishly type the essay that was due yesterday. “The Renaissance theatre as an institution echoed antifeminist ideas and cemented gender boundaries,” you write. There are probably better ways to spend…Continue reading "Words are so Empty"
Posted by Tudor on Dec 02, 2004 in Various Positions
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No Orgies (Yet)
The Union got me drunk on bad home-made wine, which I drank surrounded by nubile bodies. Despite my intoxication I managed to keep my clothes on. WLUSU parties are no orgies of flesh. We don’t have enough sense to…Continue reading "No Orgies (Yet)"
Posted by Tudor on Dec 01, 2004 in Various Positions
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