2001-04-12 - 11:29 p.m.
Yes, Inches will be the title of today's entry. No, in this case, it's not a unit of measurement, either. Let me tell you a little story.
I started my job at Bookworld yesterday, the job that will keep me clothed, housed and fed through the summer months. I got trained by Collins, my favorite Hawaiian male who lives across the hall from me. We had a good time, in general. He showed me how to work the register, and how to close and balance the books and everything. Everything was going great...
Until I get to ring up my first purchase at the register. SOme guy walks up to the counter with a sheepish look on his face, probably because he's been lingering around the porn section of the magazine rack for the last 20 minutes or so, so I know he's buying some. He lays his magazines down on the counter, and the top one is some sort of Gardening magazine, obviously meant to draw attention away from the porn.
And I wish to God it had.
Because the magazine underneath it was a magazine called "Inches" With a guy in tighty-whities on the cover.
I'll give you one guess as to what the content of the porn was.
Needless to say, I was throughly disturbed. To my credit, though, I was able to avoid giving any kind of reaction until after the guy had left the store, and I even had the presence of mind to put it in an opaque paper bag rather than one of the translucent plastic ones for him. I can only imagine how difficult it must be for him to live in an ultra-conservative place like Ripon.
Then I made the mistake of telling Collins what had happened. The next day, several people came up and asked me if I could recommend any good gay guy porn for them. Collins dies soon. That was MY story, DAMMIT!!!
In other news, Activation is this weekend. I also had a couple of rather largish projects due in my theatre classes this week, plus there were the final arrangements for Formal to be made. I've had a busy week. But that's no excuse for neglecting to keep my writing current.
I'll try to do better next time.
I've got auditions for the summer play coming up soonly. Should be tons of fun. We're doing Arsenic and Old Lace, which is one of my favoite comedies ever. The black humor is just so entertaining. Hopefully I'll get to play Teddy. There's something about mentally ill people who think they are Teddy Roosevelt that just calls out to me, "I am the perfect part for you, Ken!!! Play me! Play me like a fiddle!"
Or like an acting role. WHichever would be more appropriate.
Lurve is a many splendored thing.
Except when you want to run everywhere at once.
"Yeah, I'm crazy. Crazy in love with those eyes of yourss.....So this is Kansas, eh? It's corn. Corn, sweet corn, corn flakes, corn on the cob, candy corn, Cracker Jacks. And you're the prize inside. All of America is wrapped up in tinfoil, hiding sweetness like you.....Can you eat the corn? Drink it? Smoke it? Shuck it? Lay in it? Then lay in it with me...." - American Pop
Ken
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