Princess is my little doll. And yes he is a man. A very male man, but I see him as the sweetest doll, down to the dressing up in different pretty clothes and makeup and combing the hair. I have loved dolls since I was a child and I associate this wonderful pastime with him because I am reminded of it when I am with him.

Spiritually, I enjoy nurturing and guiding him, and I am pleased with the immense growth he has found with his spirituality over time. I am grateful to have been able to witness it and look forward to seeing it come to full circle throughout the course of his life.

His intellectual sense is both intimidating and inspiring to me, his knowledge of mythology-religion-philosophy-literature he is adept and can hold a conversation just as easy with someone who wants to talk about basketball just as easy as he can be fluent in the existential limit of social change, just as easy as he can bring up activism and its follies or benefits.

I love to watch this boy with women, they swoon over him like some sort of erotic plague, and the thing about it is... he knows this.

I always have fun doing the littlest things with him and he makes them fun. I have known him for a very long time, he's honest and up front about weather or not he likes you, whoever you are.

Its hard for me to ever see his heart hurt, because he loves as passionately and completely as I do and in turn, suffers for it sometimes more than he enjoys it. With tragedy we are real together and I can celebrate this with him. I love his quotes.. here's some...

"Apparently Folgers is NOT the best part of waking up..."

"Enough with this 'Precious Moments bullshit'..."

Message from a phone call at 3am during the week: "I went to the store, and I got some chocolate mini donuts and I'm playing Star Wars, and you should call me.."


He makes me laugh because he can lighten the most-heavy situation with his wry sense of humor. He is the first person on my list of people who I would share with if I became a famous millionaire.. we were both destined to be spoiled and rich and hedonistic, and we haven't achieved that yet. I love it when he goes shopping, he has the most impeccable taste in clothing and he is derisive and passionate about it. I love his minimalist taste. He introduced me to minimalism and "opiate culture," European couture and electro music, also Starsailor, a band who I physically cannot think of without thinking of him the same time. I introduced him to the wonderful world of BDSM, electronic computer based music, Lokian pagan spirituality and ritual and also racing, its so adorable seeing someone so exquisite change brake pads,. We are also embracing electronic music together in a project called Alt3-4. His poetry is inspiring and painful, if he ever shares it with you, consider yourself lucky to have the experience.

I am certain that one of us will and whoever it is, will help the other live this hedonistic life heh, you see this being broke thing is getting in the way of being rich... I also thought of him extensively when watching the movie "Party Monsters" because he was McCauley's character in so many ways. He's like an illegal drug one cannot quit... I love him.



R