Monday, May 21, 2012
I'm reading Love Me by Garrison Keillor, which is a spoof on writers and the publishing world, but is also largely auto-biographical. In one really beautiful, really sensual passage, the main character (fictional Keillor) uses "cock" to refer to his penis. I nearly dropped the book because reading the word cock in a sexual situation in a Garrison Keillor piece is like, well, hearing Garrison Keillor refer to his penis as his cock. I'm sure that's not appropriate mid-west Lutheran language.
It's disturbing. And then it's erotic. And then you remember, it's Garrison Keillor:
Oh, and then there was that weird dream I had. During my Sunday morning nap, I dreamed that Nathaniel Poe (Daniel Day-Lewis in Last of the Mohicans) and Tyrion Lannister (Peter Dinklage in Game of Thrones) and I were all sleeping in the same bed, and they were fighting over who actually got to sleep with me. It was the battle of the tall, dark and swarthy and the short, pale and gingery. Weird. And then, hot.
And then it's a White dude pretending to be an American Indian vs. an Imp whose brother and sister are banging each other. And then it's weird again.
In other news, I need to get out more.