From: J Sent: 19 November 2002 10:44PM To: S Subject: Starting to feel the poison of remorse in my heart. Hey Sis — got the Spy Ear thingy this morning and can’t stop rubbing my thighs together with GLEE! (It makes a sound at a frequency that only other homos can hear — is the Sissy Song of Joy.) Now I have to wait until lunchtime … Continue reading Starting to feel the poison of remorse in my heart.
From: J Date: 30 September 2002 01:36 To: S Subject: Ooh Lawdy, here we go! Hey Sis. How are you? Well, bugger you, let’s talk about me and all my lovers! First lemme tell you about my midnight ATTACK (that might be overstating things just a tad) on Church Street at the hands of the Homely Homo, a former work colleague of mine. He’s 39, … Continue reading I kept my lips and teeth clenched together like a terrified clam.
From: J Date: 16 September 2002 12:44 To: S Subject: a big smooch…It will be a complete disaster Hey Sis. How are you? What are you doing? Me, I’ve been busy as hell. Paige’s back in town, so I spent Friday lunch with her, then we met up for dinner with Kacey who’s also in town only for a week (she’s been in London for … Continue reading It’s “self esteem” night at my support group. FFS!
Thursday, 5 September, 1996 Hey Sis, Another day dribbles by. Actually, it hasn’t dribbled, it’s been a crawl over broken glass and razor blades. I’ve had a shocking day. So irritable. Dunno what’s wrong with me. I think I need a holiday to tell the truth. I haven’t had once since you were here in December. So what have I been doing? Umm… I bleached … Continue reading It was the first outing for my new hair-do. I was absurdly hopeful.
Wednesday, 26 June 1996 8:15am Ah Sis, I bring to you another interesting story from the barrel of monkeys that is my work place. Henry the Brit is starring in some sort of pseudo-snuff film. I asked him what he did with his weekend, and he said ‘Ohh, I kidnapped a nun who had no undies on and raped her at knife-point.’ I smiled indulgently … Continue reading In between dates with Rosie (a Girl Scout Leader), Henry makes low-budget pseudo-snuff, schlock horror films. I’m serious.
Tuesday, 14 May 1996 8:30am Went to the “Empress of India” in Carlton. I was meeting Scottish Lisa from work and a few other people, all of whom I’d met before (bar one). There were seven of us, we sat around just drinking and gossiping. I must be getting old S, I spent a Saturday night ‘just chatting with friends’ (sounds like a coffee commercial) … Continue reading The peculiarities of our troublesome Father.
Tuesday, 30 April 1996 8:50am Oh God, This time it’s for real Sis. I have to decide on a career. I’m going to be twenty-fucking-four in a few months, and I’m still bumbling along in this job I stumbled into. This job which is going to lead nowhere. What brought on this fit of fear I hear you ask? I went over and visited Leah … Continue reading It’s a curly one, isn’t it?