Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Boner of Yesteryear

Sam Shepard. This one is due entirely to the Patti Smith book "Just Kids" that I've been reading all week. Damn she boned some fine mens. I woulda liked to bone Robert Mapplethorpe too (I'll get off this gay kick soon, swear, although I did have a conversation with Gandy the other night about a friend of mine he wants to make gayman love to and thinks is a closeted 'mo that resulted in this statement, "I will bet you a hundred dollars- and you will not be a prostitute if you do this- that he won't have sex with you." I opted out, not because I don't think I could do it and not because I couldn't use a hundred dollars worth of tacos and beers, but I was more concerned about...ruining the...friendship? Haha, truth be told, we probs just haven't drank enough wine coolers together yet. Give it some time. Tacos are on me.) but I will settle for Sammy. He reminds me of a cowboy from the wild west? Or maybe I just wish I could rewind to 1970 and write plays and get busy with him. Either way, I am on board the S.S. Shep. 

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