i woke up this morning with my vibrator underneath my tailbone. kind of like the princess and the pea story. except it was a vibrator and there weren’t any mattresses between me and her. just bone and skin and hard plastic. opened up my laptop and there was an email reply from an artist that i had written to in admiration. it was exactly six words long. well eight, if i include Best and her signature. Best. Best is the worst. for a while i wanted to write Worst. i tried it out on a few people. no one seemed to get the humor. i recently wrote Supervert a thank you note for sending me his books. i ended it with Worst. he got the humor. i’ve never met him, and already like him more than alot of people that i’ve known for years. i am reading his book Perversity Think Tank. guess what it’s about. i am loving it. he really pries open the legs of perversity, digs the speculum in, and crouches over with a flashlight for 118 pages. my friend Tim ends his letters with Fondly which i think is really clever. i’ve used it a few times, but always feel a little guilty. like i’m stealing. i make sure to never use it when i write him. maybe i should just ask his permission for usage. maybe i’m thinking about it too much. maybe not. i used it with aforementioned artist. this is what i looked at as i came today. the bulbs have been burnt out for months.

i was introduced to Supervert through my friend Kris. it’s hedonistic, perverse, and intelligent. a perfect blend. add some boiling water and i’d drink that tea.