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2019 04 13 What’s this? Now we have rumors of tapes floating around of Trump and whores in a Moscow hotel peeing on each other? I lived my life happily without ever hearing of such things until the late 1970s: then my artist Rothe wanted me to make friends with a gallery in Virginia she’d been developing herself. The gallery owner turned out to be a cat freak, bred a particular race of cats, showed them: had friends and customers who bred and showed some other breed. The women were flirting with me, so were her employees: her framer was gorgious, and buxom, and didn’t keep her pants on for teen seconds once we were singing to each other out in the woods with a guitar. Anyway, these ladies’ gossip was goiung to cat shows in NYC: how gay the bulk of the male cat people were: how the main activity in NY at the Waldorf was the fags playing “golden showers”. That’s what they like to do: pee on each other, and film it.
gallery owner’s friend was a fag hag: she liked to be with fags, active fags. She remained dressed, just watched. I thought she’d yield eventually to my embraces: she didn’t. But my gallery owner began to look like whe wanted the same thing her framer had: me. The fag hag vaceted, and Miss Virginia asked me to instruct her in fellatio..Gladly. And I kissed her too, plenty. Very nice. And I never again, till today, hear any more about golden showers.
It now occurs to me, one reason a hotel like the Waldorf may have to be so obscenely expensive is knowing to clean the run every time a gang of fags party there.