February 2005 Archives
On the Road (Part III)
The mirror in Zed’s room stands rather indecently at the foot of her bed. Thus, after softly kissing Laura’s belly in the morning, I looked behind me to catch a glimpse of my naked butt reflected in Zed’s mirror….Continue reading "On the Road (Part III)"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 28, 2005 in Here & There
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On the Road (Part II)
A single sunbeam sneaked through the curtains, cold and bright, throwing light on our wrinkled and sweaty bed. Our eyes blinked with recognition and our bodies softly awakened seeking caresses and human warmth: hands grasped flesh under bed sheets;…Continue reading "On the Road (Part II)"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 27, 2005 in Here & There
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On the Road (Part I)
After four exhilarating days on the road, I got home last night and unpacked my bags, throwing everything on the floor. My bedroom became a swirling mess of toys, tapes, water bottles, jeans, cum-stained underwear, memories… Laura hijacked her…Continue reading "On the Road (Part I)"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 26, 2005 in Here & There
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Back Home
Our mad dash from Tobermory to St. Catharines was intense: wilderness, asphalt, sleepless nights, St. Catharines, booze, and sardines. Wonders! I need to sleep for a really long time. Pictures from the trip are now online; I’ll tell you…Continue reading "Back Home"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 25, 2005 in Here & There
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Two Bags and a Tripod
The bags are packed, the route is marked, and at 10 o’clock we’re leaving for Tobermory. The trip will probably involve tenderness. And bears. Awesome!…Continue reading "Two Bags and a Tripod"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 22, 2005 in Various Positions
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How to Make Shim Scream
Sit near Jason in the concourse on a sunny Friday afternoon, your arm resting near his, and wait for him to get deep and philosophical. It shouldn’t take long — he’s a Platonist who’s eager to embrace ideals like Truth…Continue reading "How to Make Shim Scream"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 21, 2005 in How To
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Edible Pornography
Someone decided we should have an anti-Valentine’s Day feast, so last night we gorged ourselves with pornographic sweetness. The wonderful Carly hosted the party, and blogged about it this morning: [Laura’s cake] arrived at my house a normal chocolate…Continue reading "Edible Pornography"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 20, 2005 in Friends & Lovers
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Road Trip
In the Raintree Cafe, Laura and I spread the roadmap on the table, locked our fingers together, and made plans for next week. We’ll hijack her parent’s car Tuesday morning and disappear for four days in search of mountains,…Continue reading "Road Trip"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 19, 2005 in Friends & Lovers
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Last Day of Classes
Today the concourse was full of unexplainably beautiful people. Leather jackets. Lean asses. Muscular strides. Everyone looked fuckable. My head throbbed with sudden narrative urgency and my cock felt heavy and murderous under layers of clothing….Continue reading "Last Day of Classes"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 18, 2005 in Various Positions
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Forks Go in Eyeballs
Last night I drank coffee until I spazzed while studying for my computer vision midterm. When I finally collapsed from exhaustion at 6 in the morning, I dreamt that Jason Shim was jabbing my eyeballs with plastic forks. Fucker!…Continue reading "Forks Go in Eyeballs"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 17, 2005 in Various Positions
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Shit
Once the firealarms started blaring, I ran through the hallways until I found Nicole, whom I haven’t seen since October when she attacked me with an umbrella. We started chatting about fires. And constipation. She hasn’t been able to go…Continue reading "Shit"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 16, 2005 in Various Positions
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Because Poems have too many Words
“Stop necking and go check your mailbox,” Alysia said, with a cigarette in her hand. I guiltily untangled myself from Laura’s arms and ran outside in the rain towards the Fred Nichols building. I looked in my mailbox, dripping with…Continue reading "Because Poems have too many Words"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 15, 2005 in Friends & Lovers
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Away
Motherfucking cocksucker motherfucking shit fucker what am I doing? What am I doing? I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m doing the best that I can. I know that’s all I can ask of myself. Is that good enough? I…Continue reading "Away"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 14, 2005 in Friends & Lovers
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Yesterday
I kissed her on the fifth floor of the library among tales of pain, torture, and glory. We were drunk, and the chronicles of human suffering aroused us. I jabbed Stacey with a small, plastic sword. I drank with…Continue reading "Yesterday"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 12, 2005 in Various Positions
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Music and Hard-ons
Stacey, Stacey, shy Stacey from Nova Scotia flew all the way to Waterloo to see Fame. I shook her hand for five minutes while chattering uncontrollably, delirious to have finally met her. A month ago I was sad, and…Continue reading "Music and Hard-ons"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 11, 2005 in Friends & Lovers
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A Feast of Friends
The evening started awkwardly. At the board meeting we asked Matt Gouett to organize a social even though last week we asked him to resign as vice-chair; he laughed uneasily and said “Sure.” Then we fled the awkwardness of…Continue reading "A Feast of Friends"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 09, 2005 in Politics
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How to be David Lynch
Slump in your favourite hairdresser’s chair and let her comb her fingers through your tangled hair. “Make me look like someone else,” say. “I want to be other people.” After your haircut, head over to the Senate Chambers, where…Continue reading "How to be David Lynch"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 08, 2005 in How To
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Good is Dead
On a Sunday afternoon, we walked among the gravestones plotting our deaths….Continue reading "Good is Dead"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 07, 2005 in Various Positions
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Fr!nge and Touch
It happened like this: At 7 o’clock the auditorium was packed with beautiful people. This was the first time that all the tickets for Laurier’s Fringe festival sold out. For a few moments I stood at the front of…Continue reading "Fr!nge and Touch"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 06, 2005 in Friends & Lovers
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Afternoon
I told Laura that Waterloo was barrels of fun; she didn’t believe me. So I took her on a walk through the park at sunset. It was a warm day and I wasn’t wearing a hat. We ran on…Continue reading "Afternoon"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 05, 2005 in Friends & Lovers
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Election Day
At 6:30 AM the phone rang and Janet screeched in my ear, chasing my dreams away. She’s a monster of punctuality. I vaguely remembered promising her the night before that I’d be in Brantford for the election. I no…Continue reading "Election Day"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 04, 2005 in Politics
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Booze and Poetry
Last night I drank four glasses of wine before barging into the girls’ washroom in the Grad Pub. “If anybody comes after me, stop them,” I told Bernard. I wanted to experience the washroom by myself. It was as good…Continue reading "Booze and Poetry"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 03, 2005 in Friends & Lovers
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Open Forums
There was hardly anyone in the concourse when I showed up at noon to watch the election open forum. But when I left four hours later, the room was full of ecstatic and beautiful youths clapping wildly. The whole…Continue reading "Open Forums"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 02, 2005 in Politics
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I’ll Never Tire of This
A week ago I forced Erin to run around the campus taking pictures of snow. “Show me what winter looks like,” I said. Erin came back that evening with photographs of people freezing, icicles sparkling, and snow drifting —…Continue reading "I'll Never Tire of This"
Posted by Tudor on Feb 01, 2005 in Ideas & Images
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