Interragtio Obscura

Still mining out old writing. This is an interview I did with someone. They are all his words, except for the words I supplied ("eating," "breathing," "puking,").

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In telling you this, I fear that you are categorizing me. "You're a number 10 Sanghuin." Or something equally absurd. A friend tells me that on a scale somewhere, flamboyantly gay men are "Trendy Orange," and he tells me that he is "Charming Blue." I don't even know what to do with that. I'm not really trendy, but I like the color orange. Or I'm an EEDPT, an extraverted something something something. That is what worries me. That you'll understand me too well.

- Breathing: born, Millington Tennessee.

- Peeing: doing it outside makes me feel like a man.

- Wounding: my uncle is baby-sitting me, and I gather that he isn't really too interested in babysitting me, so he puts me up on a window-sill, and it is high up, so I can't get down, and he just leaves me there and exits the room.

- Loving: there is love in my life, especially Disney movies, especially Jungle Book and Dumbo.

- Eating: raw tomatoes and cooked parsnips.

- Voting: 2004? Kerry, because I'm a staunch democrat and I think he is the better choice.

- Creating: today I want to have children. They will be raised in the city.

- Fucking: I let somebody pee on me once…but I didn't like it. He did. I was just being adventurous.

- Adoring: dogs.

- Killing: cats.

- Puking: the musical CATS.

- Remembering: my dreams. When I get stressed, I dream I am being chased by tornados with personalities, like they have faces.

- Admiring: the character Sally Jessie Raphael, though she ought to be dead by now.

- Regretting: not attending my sister's wedding. I say I am in a show and can't make it. This is a lie.

- Sleeping: can't literally do it all day, but I do like to sleep periodically on rainy days.

- Daring: emotionally, no, intellectually, no, physically, no, socially, yes.

- Believing: handwriting analysis does exist, but it is not accurate.

- Loathing: Paris Hilton. Isn't she everything that is wrong with America? She gives us nothing and we make her famous.

- Wondering: where have all the flowers gone? Weren't they paved over for a parking lot or something?

- Annoying: babies. And special, too. They're annoying specifically because they're so special. They can't be ignored, and that makes them special and annoying.

Is that it? Are we finished?