I always know what I'm doing...

...Except when I don't. Which is most of the time. I know that sounds backwards or inconsistent, but I can't help it. Somewhere deep within me, the stories work themselves out and my obligation is merely to transcribe them from my subconscious.

Or unconscious. Whichever. I think the two are far more aligned than psychologists like to believe. If not in everyone, at least in me.

Psycho Kyle. Qu'est-ce que c'est?

Fortunately, I'd been learning French long before that song came out, so I can't claim any influence from it on me. And I've lost a lot of my knowledge of the language. I can still decipher reading it, to an extent, but I was never going to be bilingual. I can barely handle English.

Anyway, Rett just revealed another side to himself, in Taking Nicky. He did some revenge rapes of cheating husbands for friends of a friend of his. All out of nowhere. Starting with a guy named Ryan Orriagio. It was a rough one...and I just posted it to GayDemon.

It started due to a misunderstanding of a quote in Marilyn Frye's The Politics of Reality: Essays in Feminist Theory "Heterosexual male culture is homoerotic; it is man-loving..." Which means men seek validation from men and sex from women.

But...that gets extrapolated into men really wanting sex with men and all men being available for it. And Rett basically proves it by making Ryan get off on effectively being raped. And records it.

He's a sick little fuck...which means, so am I. But such is life...and it's time I accepted that aspect of myself, in full.

So, again...Psycho Kyle, qu'est-ce que c'est? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha...