tonight, I celebrate freedom

The freedom of debt so that I can have what I really want right now just then.

The freedom of being physically capable of doing whatever nutty thing comes to fancy, whether it's leaping median blocks or flying 700 miles or so with the biggest irritation being the five children around me.

The freedom of living in a country big and diverse enough in its landscapes that I can go to a radically different place without the hassle of passports or disease-averting injections.

The freedom of being on my own, where I'm able to set my own schedule and make my own choices without it having to jibe with anyone else's or their desires.

The freedom to worship "false" idols if I so choose.

The freedom to be able to walk down the street unpersecuted for whatever myriad reasons people are persecuted because it's New York City, not because the laws prohibit it.


My lucky stars have been accounted for tonight in spades. I may not have found what I'm looking for yet, but desires and anxieties are a good way to sated.

it's less felony arrest-natured this way

So Diana was talking about perfectly cool people one just doesn't click like that with and being madly in love with a person it could never happen with when I decided to tell her what I've been doing with myself all day.

"I've found that the solution to harboring such unrequitable feelings can be sublimated by commissioning a wax likeness of them and licking it."

Not that I molested anyone/thing in any such way this afternoon. Especially nothing that involved licking from Lance's Adam's apple up the right side of his neck and jaw. And definitely didn't grab Joey's ass. Or fondle Justin's chiseled jaw with matching fascination. And for that matter, no one will ever prove that I lovingly ran my fingers through JC's lustrous hair and kissed his unbearably pretty mouth. And I wouldn't dare have the audacity to twist Chris' beard horns. That would just be unbecoming conduct.

Also, a hell of a lot of fun.

It really is a thing of great goodness that it's only their third day of exhibition. Less germs that way.

Seriously though, they're so eerily lifelike it raised goosebumps on my back. Why the sculptures disturbed me (in a way) I still can't figure out - maybe because we don't get that up close and personal with people in our daily lives and would expect them to react somehow if we did, and vice-versa. But the degree of attention to detail that went into them is truly remarkable. Props to the creators. And you know, the original gene contributors. Good work, all.