I got back from Houston on Sunday afternoon. I made my way to some of my usual haunts later in the day. I've written about how I've entertained the notion that I had a web presence that I didn't know about. The kind of dissociative paranoia about this notion in my head cropped up in my interactions with women in Houston and on the way there and back; in convenience stores with female staff and customers, in a restaurant upon arrival in Houston, at Zine Fest Houston itself. When I went to my usual haunts once I got back, the usual suspects seemed to be glad to see me. They know who they are.
If that's true, that's pretty fucked up. Can I kind of buck this shit without doing anything hurtful to anyone? I would like to. A few minutes ago I looked on IMDB.com at a gallery of celebrity power couples. It kind of made me sick to look at those smug fucks on the red carpet and whatnot. I wanted to shoot a few gobs of scuzz on my phone in protest. The whole vibe I picked up at my usual haunts from the usual suspects seemed to have something to do with me finding luv. I was reasonably polite to the women at Zine Fest and other places, and I even had something of a good time even, and I thought that was was why the usual suspects seemed glad to see me i.e. that the notion that, though I may or may not have been the victim of some shitbird cyber-bullying campaign, it hasn't affected how I relate to women in general and on a one to one basis.
Anyway, this is pretty fucked up, but new, terrain for me, so I will ask my readers for some help in my decision making. Should I cooperate and try to find love amidst all of this madness, or should I just dump a few plumes of scuzz on my phone with a picture of a Hollywood power couple on it? Just write one word, "luv" or "scuzz," in the comments section below and I will take my readers' poll under advisement as to my final decision.