Stranger than Fiction

Two glasses of wine and she was out, the laughing soiree would not disturb her slumber.

The spirits and conversation flowed freely as young Rebecca silently recovered from her exhaustion, still in her jeans and shoulder-less top.

After a short time the party dispersed. Empty bottles decorated the cabinet, and reminiscing puddles soon dried in the bottoms of glasses scattered about the room. Ryan readied for bed, which consisted of brushing his teeth and stripping to his boxers, then slid next to Rebecca in his bed. They had not been dating, but rather, enjoying a budding friendship splashed with an explosive chemistry. Ryan moved her to lay parallel on the bed and pulled the covers over both of them. He thought about waking her so she could put on her pajamas, but opted to let her sleep. She stirred and rolled over on his chest, as she had often done before, both falling into an embraced sleep. He enjoyed these sleeps with her, her soft warm body against his is very soothing. But they would not sleep tonight, not yet. Though his head was on the pillow, and his arm was resting gently on her back, his hormones were fully erect. Rebecca kept stirring, getting closer to his warmth and rubbing his bare chest. His head turned to her, feeling her warm breath on his face. It didn’t take long for her hand to slide under his boxer shorts. Her chin lifted and their lips embraced. They had kissed passionately before, hours at a time. The intamacy and sweetness of their kiss was irresistible. Their tongues danced together in unison as her hand softly caressed under his shorts. “Why do you still have your pants on?” She asked. A gentle laughter was followed by the same question referring to her clothes. He answered by slipping her top over her head and kissing her nipples. His hand slipped in her pants and she unbuttoned them to let him in. He moved his hand down her waist and ran his palm over her fresh shave. She wasn’t wet at all, which stopped his thoughts for a moment. They had not been engaged for long, but there was... nothing. But he quickly disregarded the pause, remembering the variety of weather conditions each woman’s body holds. “Maybe it takes a little more for her”, he thought. A little more indeed, and she was fully lubricated. He carefully ran his fingers up and down between her legs, starting slowly in hopes to lead her to an piercing orgasm that would wake the neighbors. She pulled his hand to her mouth, dipping his fingers inside and sucking them one at a time. "Oh god that's hot", Ryan thought as he rolled on top of her, exploring every corner of her mouth with his tongue. “I can taste you”, he said. The bitter taste of her sweetness sent waves of euphoria through his entire body, it was like a shark tasting a drop of blood. When it was gone from her mouth he moved his lips to her chest, down her stomach and pulled on her pants. “What are you doing?” she said. Speechless, his thoughts swarmed. He was aware of the complexity involving casual sex, even a little head. This could be considered a mere favor in some people’s book, but could hold much more significance in others; a significance she might not be willing to partake. So he stopped. Ryan respected Rebecca, and valued her friendship enough to not let one night of passion soil it. They were both incredibly sexual people, in touch with the imeasurable pleasure the human body provides; but they were also aware of the emotional implications that inevitably correspond. Ryan crawled back up the bed next to Rebecca and rested next to her, draping his arm over her bare stomach. His head was once again on the pillow, but once again she moved it. “You better not pass out”, she said as her hands ran over his shoulder. In an instant he was back at the foot of the bed pulling off her pants. He had dreamt about this too much to resist now. His lips made one more pass over her body, beginning at her cheek and ending between her legs. Her knees spread as his tongue ran slowly up and down. Light moans accompanied her fingers running through his hair. Soon her taste covered his mouth as he swallowed her succulence. He continued to explore as far inside as his tongue would reach, thrilling his taste buds to no end. He took great pleasure in this deed, and even greater pleasure in succeeding climactic screams. Her moans continued but did not build as much as he wished. Like any man with alpha male tendencies, Ryan rose to the challenge, determined to have a gush of her run down his chin. He settled in for as long as it would take. Soon, his fingers joined the party. The moans got louder as he coordinated his tongue and fingers to work in harmony. Two fingers slid deep inside her silk, moving back and forth, simulating what he knew they couldn’t do. Then something funny happened. Something came over him. Guilt? … "Damnit mother!! Get your morals out of my head!! We’re just having a good time!" Still, something was there. Something as delicate and fragile as human emotions, male or female, is not something to be taken lightly. He removed his hand and ran it up her chest, caressing her breast as his mouth went down. But she took his wrist and moved it back. The subtle line in this sort of game takes communication and response. He responded by slipping his fingers back inside her, his tongue flipping over. Then she laughed. Not a laugh of pleasure, but more like a laugh that would embarrass anyone one the other end of this situation. “What?” he replied. “You’re licking me pussy!” Like he hadn't noticed. “Why is that funny?”, “I don’t know, I just didn’t think you would ever be doing that”. This is a conversation that will kill any mood. Casual banter in the middle of intimacy tends to have a dampening effect. But still determined to finish, Ryan rose to her face and turned over to lay on his back. “Turn over,” he said. “Turn over?” “This way,” he said as he turned her body to face the foot of the bed and lifted her leg over him. “Oh no, I’m not doing that!” She exclaimed. “Huh?” he murmured. “You’re the one getting freaky.” She finished. This ended it for sure. His thoughts raced, “I’ve had my mouth wrapped around your pussy for twenty minutes and you can’t do anything? You were sure enjoying it, you selfish bitch.” A few moments of stillness was broken when Rebecca asked, “How did that happen?” “I’m sorry?” he replied. Then his phone rang. His friend was just mugged. He was ok, but shaken. Talk about a mood killer. Ryan’s interest and judgment in continuing this evening quietly started to fade about five minutes ago, now his motivation had completely turned around. And his guilt began to set in. Alcohol and opportunity had won again. He had been through this so many times, one would think he would have learned by now. Occasionally it would be fine, some of his best friends are ex-lovers, but the sink in his stomach reminded him it’s not worth the risk. He had momentarily revoked his decision to not go there with Rebecca, but hormones had gotten the best of him. You can’t put too much blame on the hormones of young single adults, things happen. And it’s not like they just met at a bar and fucked each other, (though one of Ryan’s sweetest sexual experiences was just that, with a girl who later said “You’re not going to get all weird on me, are you?”) But these anomalies are no life guidelines. Rebecca again rested on Ryan’s chest and fell asleep. His arm resting on her warm back, he thought more about what she said. "How did this happen?", rang in his head. "You wrapped your hand around my cock, that’s how it happened” he thought. Then he thought about her refusal to give him head, what nerve. He wanted to tell her how much she confused him, but didn’t really want to get into it. He just wanted to sleep. He had felt a lot for her over the last few weeks. They discussed the situation and agreed to not get involved; but had spent a lot of time talking and enjoying the company, and shared a lot of innocent intimacy wrapped in each others arms. While he had done a good job of keeping his emotions separated from his attraction, he could feel his feelings slowly creeping in; completely contradicting his better judgment. So I suppose they’re lucky. No real damage was done, and what doesn’t kill a friendship, makes it stronger.

"I'm the stripper"

It began as a relatively calm Saturday night. I was solo and started early at Forbidden City, then moved to an art opening Downtown. I was half drunk by 11:00pm and had not paid for a drink yet. (In fact, I don't think I did all night) Mark and Mike showed up, we caroused around a bit, then it was time to move on. The plan was to go back to Hollywood, meet up with two more friends, and go to a birthday party at our local bar. Mike bailed, but Mark, myself and two girl friends arrived at my apartment, and the wine was broken out. It was still early, about midnight, we had time to go to the bar. Sensi and a somewhat heated political discussion filled the air, then the evening took it's turn.

"Knock Knock Knock", rapped on the door.

Wondering who was stopping by to visit, I opened the door. I did not recognize the face and my first thought was we were being to loud. But before I could voice this thought, the woman stading the hall opened her mouth:

"I'm the stripper."

"I'm sorry?" I replied.

"I'm the stripper!" she said again as she opened her shirt to reveal her D+ silicone breasts.

I think the next thing I said was something like "Uhh.." followed by brief laughter. I wasn't sure what else to say! Here I am, in my apartment, enjoying a peaceful gathering with friends, and then this.. I was a little stumped, and not prepared for the next moment.

The next thing I know she OPENS the door, spilling my glass of red wine on my white linen shirt. "I'm the stripper!!!", she announced to the room. I b-lined for the bathroom to wash my shirt and simulaneously relfect on what just happened.

The details are a little hazy because I was well on my way to 3/4 drunk, but a few things stick out. She insisted that she was paid $75 to strip for us and have sex with.. me. Then she took off her clothes and was so fucking high I don't believe she had a clue what she was doing. After weighing the situation in my head and trying my best to be peaceful and civil towards this person, I decided she had to go.

"You need to leave", I said. "This isn't cool, you need to leave".

She refused of course and started crying and carrying on. In hindsight, it was pathetic, she was pathetic: Fucked out of her mind, trying to manipulate us to further feed her pathetic lifestyle of addiction. I wish I would have punched her in the fucking mouth. But at the time, I was trying to avoid the situation getting any worse. After a few minutes of crackhead stripper carrying on, refusing to leave, REMOVING ALL OF HER CLOTHES, and trying to give me a lap dance, I showed her my cell phone display reading "911" and told her she better leave.

"AGAGAGGHHHH!!!!" She screamed as she hit and spit on me. Mark was doing his best to hold her back, I wanted to punch her at that point. But I pressed "Send" on my cell phone instead. She was close to hysterical as Mark managed to carry her out of my apartment.

"Jesus Christ!!" I exclaimed, as we shared a laugh of shock and relief, "Who the hell was that?" I was on 911 hold for a few minutes and hung up, thinking the situation was over anyway.

After a few minutes of putting our brains around what just happened, we noticed Mark wasn't back. My first thought, "He's totally fucking her in the parking lot!" Which is entirely unfair, but that's what came to my mind. Shortly after this, Mark calls me:

"Where are you?" I asked.

"Outside! This chick is trying to jump in traffic, I've pulled her out of the road three times! Did you call the police?"

"I was on hold and hung up after she left. I'll call them back and come down"

"Thanks dude"

I called 911 back and headed outside. I was on hold for less than a minute this time. I gave the report of a crazy bitch trying to jump in traffic as Mark held on to the crazy bitch trying to jump in traffic. The police showed up in about five minutes began questioning crackhead across the street.

"I was paid $75 to strip for that guy" I heard her say. I could do nothing but laugh.

I explained what happened to the arresting officers and the crackhead went crazy in the back on the squad car.

"AAAGGAGHHHHH!!!!!" She screamed as she repeatedily beat her head on the glass. Nice, bitch, real nice.

The two officers took crackhead out of the car, hog-tied her on the grass and waited for backup. It was at this point I remembered how fn blitzed I was. I wasn't out of control, no spins, but I'd had a fair amount of beer and wine, and we had just extinguished the weekend cigarette before our visitor showed up. Mark was concerned I would be taken in as well, but I wasn't worried. It was actually a smart thought, the cops could have easily been dicks and fucked with me. But I'm not going to run and hide like a criminal; while I may have participated in something that would techinically put me in this catagory, I wasn't the one causing social menace. While the police don't always handle their power appropriately, they are important in today's society, and I'd like to help them do their job.

So.. we then both decided to go back upstairs, the watching the hog-tied screaming crackhead stripper was losing interest. Several minutes later we noticed two more units showed up outside and they were detaining the lady of the evening. I explained what happened a few more times to the new cops on the scene, and got an incident number. One officer was trying to stick up for the arrested.

"She's a little mental too, it's not just drugs"

Yeah, she is mental, obviously, and needs help. Help I hope she gets. I feel sympathetic for the person behind those glassy eyes BUT I DO NOT FEEL BAD FOR THE CRACKED OUT CHICK WHO MENCACED MY HOME. That person was high, period. She had no respect for me, my apartment, my friends, herself, or anyone trying to help her. And that is because she was smoking crack. I have zero sympathy for that, because you cannot blame it on anything but yourself. Rot in jail, bitch.

Ok, that was a bit extreme. I do hope this person gets off drugs and gets the help she needs. I don't know where she came from, or what has happened in her life up until now. It obviously wasn't ideal, probably really fucked up, but I don't buy that as an excuse to further ruin yourself. Tough love to you my fellow human crackhead, is sending you to jail.

Political Discussion

The following is a couple of exchanges over an email I sent out Friday. The subject was "Interesting", attached was this map: www.selekta.com/map.jpg

M,

Ah, you've found us out. Yes it's true, we are trying to enslave those liberals that want to push our country towards an ever tightening noose of Socialism (and according to the polisters immorality). They failed this term, but we will endeavor to keep an ever watching eye on their future attempts. I'd appreciate any warnings you could possible supply as to any future movement of those liberals. Your obvious "finger - on - the - pulse" alertness is valuable if we are to stay the course.

Dude, sorry your candidate didn't achieve his mark. "Keep the faith". In four more years you'll have the opportunity to put Hillary in the White House. If she is anything like her husband our economy will jump to attention and she'll be giving head to the newest intern. Maybe it's time to sign up for an internship again?

Still plenty to give Thanks for all across America. World governments and Countries have shown us throughout history that nothing is easy when it comes to providing for the masses, but we in the US have it all over any where else. Have a great Thanksgiving and drop us a line when you're in TX next time.

Rock-On,

D

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Hey D-

I had a similar discussion about this map with a good friend of mine who feels the same way about the Democratic movement. I do respect that point of view, and do not claim the Dem's are anywhere near perfect. However, the point I was making by sending this map is very simple:

"It is very interesting that the same states who supported slavery before the Civil War are the same states who voted for Bush. And the demographic of those states who supported slave freedom is uncanny to the current states who voted for Kerry"

Can you disagree with that point?

My friend tried to- he went on the defensive and started ranting about the left driving this country into the ground.. and the pro-slave states were democratic, and anti-slave state were republican.. blah blah blah...
He is very educated and I respect his opinions, but Im just making a simple point. One that cannot be spun.
(Right after that a crackhead knocked on my door, burst into my apartment and took off all of her clothes. We kicked her out, stopped her three times from jumping in traffic, the had her arrested.. Viva la Hollywood.)

Im sure the people in the mid-nineteenth century South had compareble terms to "liberal faggot" and "pansy socialist", but who turned out the social victor?

Banning gay marriage, banning abortion, giving tax cuts to the wealthiest people in America then announcing the day after his re-election that the White House is out of money is not my idea of a good president.

I am not an expert in politics and try to stay as educated and objective as I can. But I believe after four more years of this shit, the US is going to need a woman president. It will be hard to win against Arnold after the 'born on foreign soil' rule is changed, but hopefully the majority of America will wake up by then.

Ill be in town for Christmas, I'll definitely drop you a line.

M

Bummed..

(orginally posted 11.3.04)

I can't believe he was re-elected. I shouldnt be surprised, I suppose- I was hanging on to hope that America would come through.. but my worst fear was confirmed. The general American public looked past some un-deniable core problems with our once-again current administration.

So I'm wondering.. why did Washington D.C. vote 90 percent Kerry? Isn't that pretty much the hub U.S. politics? 90 PERCENT!!! Seems odd only 9 percent of people in D.C. would vote for our new president.

It seems no suprise that the best colleges and universities in America are on east and west coast..

Haliburton's stock went through the roof today...

So after I spend today reveling in my melancholy- I will wake up tomorrow with even more hope and determination to bring back justice in America. I have a good idea there will be plenty of opportunities in the few coming years to stand up and fight against blatent and intentional mis-justice.

Clinton was impeached for a blowjob...

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2:28p
I'm going through rather intense swings of emotion. It's strange. Most of it as of yet has just been bummed- flat out. Disappointed in America. Furious. Scared Shitless. Bummed.

I've been reading through the floods of posts, emails, etc, etc that are going around today. Many hit the nail on the head: so many people voted for a man based on the projected 'image' -- and still have no idea they were PLAYED. The Bush people knew exactly what they were doing, and knew it would work. People don't want to pay attention to issues, or exert any energy to free thought. They want to be involved just enough to be part of the crowd- or to bot feel completly ignorant, then go watch sitcoms.. OF COURSE those people are going to believe in a man painted as 'steadfast, good ol boy, texas twang ranch owning spine of tempered steel president who will fight evil overseas so we don't fight it here' -- thats catered for the average spoiled american.
And why did the educated vote for Kerry? b/c they understand this fighting overseas is bringing more shit home. and more of our sons and daughters away. and the other issues aside from national security are so incredibley ridiculous and just plain frightening.. the choice was obvious.

But here we are.. Not much we can do about it now. Besides WATCH CAREFULLY. And always be ready to stand up for our freedom.
And certainly be careful to stay sane- and not forget about loving one another.
Im not running away. But Im freaked out right now. Right now, I have a pit in my stomach and I feel like crying. I think Im going to change my picture.

I went to the beach to eat my lunch. And it was incredibly beautiful. An absolutely gorgeous day- and I felt comforted. Like it's not going to be so bad. I believe this, it won't be so bad. Though I don't think it will be easy. I think we will have some incredible challenges to face- some hard choices to make.
Diverting for a moment in the immediate discussion, I love California.. I really do.. You don't fuck with the people of California- the "power of the people" dances free in this state. What made me think of this today: the office I work in recently re-decorated. I think most people were excited. Until we came to work with halls painted yellow, and absolutely ATROCIOUS black and ORANGE tight-patterned carpet. It makes you dizzy.. That was a few weeks ago. Today.. I came to work- the walls are now gray, and the carpet is being replaced. Why? Because people bitched !!!! And wouldn't stand for it!!! And made the office change it!!
A tiny example of why I love California.

So I just learned the President announced today the govt has no more money, and is urging Congress to raise the debt ceiling. Didnt take long. The Republicans now have the majority in the House and the Senate. Im scared.

I cant think about this anymore right now.

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11.4.04 10:59AM

So I went out last night, and was among some friends who were pro-Bushers.. They completely cornered me and figuratively beat the shit out of me. Though I do understand the general direction they're coming from. The extreme left is bad- and will come up with anything to go against the 'establishment' .. and John Kerry wasn't exactly the ideal candidate.

But I still do not understand how people can support a man with such policies.

Hungover distractions

Rilo Kiley, Vanilla Diet Coke, Myspace, trickeling e-mails...
All in attempt to divert my concentration from the desire to crawl under the desk and slip into a soft, sweet slumber.

Baby you're bad news, but I like you...