Still on the Edge in Sumas

Its been a year. I seem to be back. Roy is dead, gone in 2 months, need I state the obvious. So it goes (as Vonnegut used to say). I'm 43, still a long-hair, ram-shackle celebutante.

So if I were to write a blog it would say...when your friends die, you tend to wonder about what it all, life etc, means. Suffice to say I've figured out a few things, at least to my own satisfaction. Won't bore you with that. You're on your own. One hint--quantum immortality.

So the van is still green, awaiting a turn for the curse of hetero-insanity...are you tired of only being 90% straight? Do you feel that having feelings is entirely to feminine for big manly you? Do you wish to come across as that hopelessly confident testoserone soaked stud fresh in from the line of scrimmage--the one the girls just can't wait to glom onto? Then you've found the right blog. I, Whoretense, will promise to make you not 98%, not 99%, ...but yes, 100% heterosexual. We can do it. We have the technology.

more on the way soon...

Owe my gawd. Still owing my gawd. I have seen the light of January, and it is 2007. Oh joy be mine. Must blog...more. Gasp...