I love Bodhi the pup (short for both bodhisattva and the character from the 1991 gem “Point Break”) and Bodhi the pup loves me.
I’m wearing eyeliner and fully buttoned-up flannel, pre gaming with modelo before going to the bar and hopefully meeting up with my pal Abe who is in town and he’s the cutest Deleuzian who ever worked with Liz Grosz and Jasbir Puar and when he got into SFO he texted me “chillin at the airport bar with susan stryker. on my way to u” cuz dats just Abe. Ask me stuff if u want. Maybe I’ll make out with someone 2nite lol (ya rite) (plz).
text messages i sent people who said they never wanted to talk to me again
1. “im shit lol”
2. “you made a Good Decision”
3. “im satan lol”
4. “i garfunkled your mother”
5. “could you mutilate me pls”
6. “its cool i was dead already”
heres me being happy in the house my dad grew up in in PR which is rare deez dayz and I think this trip was also good for me cuz I got to clear my head and I’m gonna work on getting healthy and calm and used to it without sweating and flailing around so much
Fuck memories. I feel like if I’m going to leave my exes with anything, it should be a rigorous anti-colonial analysis.
