yesterday i had a great, long conversation with a dear old friend who i just don't see enough of and one of the topics that came up was that of ol' Abe Lincoln and his proclivity towards the males. Abe is hands-down one of my favorites, which got me thinking of Thomas Jefferson who I'm equally enamoured with, which got me thinking of time-travel fucks, something i've been meaning to dedicate some serious space to for some time now. that is, if you could, who would you travel back in time to and just sit right down on his or her face? imagine what a mark you've made on the world when years later, centuries even, some broad in Brooklyn is writing about the fact that if she could, she'd be banging down the gates to your plantation to, uh, take a tour of the grounds and maybe take a gander at that famous alcove bed, you know?
what's sex got to do with it? i don't know - men that thought, whose words stick it to us even today, men who moved [the world under their feet], who charged over mountains and oceans, men who meant it..........God i miss those men. Jesus, Buddha, Dionysus and all other god-like or spiritual figures are a matter for another day.
