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23 Jul

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Our Lady of the Flower(s)

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Date: Wed, 23 Jul 1996 8:26:08

Point of Ori­gin: Ita­ca, New York

Hey, well, wher­ev­er shall I begin???!!

Had a great time with my mum and aunt. We went to the Cor­nell muse­um and botan­i­cal gardens…they are duly impressed by the first school I’ve attend­ed that has a real campus—just like the ones in movies. My mum’s parental fan­tasies and ambi­tions for me appear to be being realised—at least for the moment. We also worked on dec­o­rat­ing my bedroom—its draped in black lace—their idea strange­ly enough. Next time they come we’re going to make a black lace canopy for the bed—very Mor­ti­cia Adams-ish. It seems that they’re final­ly will­ing to dec­o­rate accord­ing to my tastes, real­is­ing that my inte­ri­or dec­o­rat­ing tastes like my fash­ion tastes will nev­er be quite the same as theirs. Of course while they were here I gorged myself on the milk of mater­nal kind­ness and char­i­ty get­ting as much free stuff, labor, and meals as pos­si­ble. The basics.

Unfor­tu­nate­ly my indul­gence (indi­rect­ly) led to a prob­lem. After leav­ing a Thai restau­rant (where I has a cou­ple of beers), we went to the gro­cery store to get Asian food products—the store has an exten­sive selec­tion. After leav­ing, as we sat at a traf­fic light wait­ing to leave the park­ing lot I was in an acci­dent. A van in front of me sud­den­ly went into reverse, back­ing into me. The dri­ver ( young w/ pig­tails, a nose ring, and a Hen­ry Rollins t‑shirt) became rather bel­liger­ent. My mum went to call the cops, although the oth­er dri­ver protest­ed it. It turns out he does­n’t have insur­ance, the van was a rental, and he only had a stu­dent id (Itha­ca col­lege), no dri­ver’s license with him (and the one he does have is from anoth­er state and expired—he just received a tick­et last month for that). Thus his reluc­tance to involve the cops. But I insist­ed on get­ting them. After exchang­ing phone num­bers, he left and I wait­ed for the cops. Got an esti­mate yesterday—its going to cost a $1,000 to repair the car, but at least its dri­ve­able. Mean­while this guy—Patrick Kennedy—has been in con­tact. He does­n’t have much money—and will soon have even less since the cops have issued him three tickets—a fact which has him very upset. He seems to blame me for this, feel­ing, as I’ve said, it was wrong to involve the cops. I’ve tried to explain my posi­tion which is that with­out an offi­cial acci­dent report I have noth­ing with which to pres­sure him into pay­ing for the repairs. Any­way…

I was of course drink­ing all the while. He end­ed up mak­ing the usu­al offer of giv­ing me his phone num­ber and in a haze of beer and sex­u­al fan­ta­sy I called him (he’s in NYC) and we talked until long past dawn. But odd­ly enough it didn’t involve any phone sex. He’s sent me some e‑mail and I’m plan­ning to reply.
It’s good to hear Steve has been wel­comed back into the bosom of the Doll­house fam­i­ly. I have also had a rec­on­cil­i­a­tion of sorts with a friend. I’m sure you’ve heard me speak of Themis. We had a falling-out a week before I left the city—drunk as usual—I can’t remem­ber what happened—blacked out as usu­al. I only know that it hap­pened some­where between my flat and a bar a few blocks away and that it must have been pret­ty bad cos I’ve nev­er heard from him again. I sus­pect I told him a few unwel­come truths (aren’t they always unwel­come?), not for the ifrst time, but app­par­ent­ly for the last time. In any event late Sat­ur­day night he called me, hav­ing got my num­ber from the phone co., act­ing as if noth­ing had ever hap­pened. We talked for awhile, but nei­ther of us men­tioned that night. I don’t know if we’re friends again or not or what prompt­ed him to call. I can’t decide if I should call him or not or per­haps e‑mail him (my fave occu­pa­tion). I’ll have to write you about him and our strange relationship—but I’m not in the mood right now.

Went online yes­ter­day and had an encounter in the ever-pop­u­lar mem­bers rooms with a cer­tain Benof­Dover. Went on for quite some time—he’s a sub in search of a lit­tle dis­ci­pline which I was nat­u­ral­ly will­ing to vir­tu­al­ly admin­is­ter. I was of course drink­ing all the while. He end­ed up mak­ing the usu­al offer of giv­ing me his phone num­ber and in a haze of beer and sex­u­al fan­ta­sy I called him (he’s in NYC) and we talked until long past dawn. But odd­ly enough it did­n’t involve any phone sex. He’s sent me some e‑mail and I’m plan­ning to reply. I’ll let you know what hap­pens.

So what is going on with you and this pros­ti­tute??!! What exact­ly were you plan­ning and who was the friend who was arrang­ing it and who was inter­est­ed in the sex? Are you still pur­su­ing this?

So you aren’t able to road­trip. Per­haps its just as well—I’m quite busy, des­per­ate­ly work­ing on grant pro­pos­als, a task I’ve shame­ful­ly neglect­ed. The fall semes­ter, school, and grant dead­lines are breath­ing down my neck and I’m begin­ning to pan­ic. And I was feel­ing rather uncom­fort­able with your road­trip require­ments.

Love

Jen­nifer

S A M P L E X

"Ignorance and virtue suck on the same straw. Souls grow on bones, but die beneath bankers' hours.""


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