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2002-12-18 - 11:23 p.m.
ozomatli ya se fue

I am the Coquette

The ability to delay satisfaction is the ultimate art of seduction - while waiting, the victim is held in thrall. Coquettes are the grand masters of the game, orchestrating a back-and-forth movement between hope and frustration. They bait with the promise of reward - the hope of physical pleasure, happiness, fame by association, power - all of which, however, proves elusive; yet this only makes their targets pursue them more. Imitate the alternating heat and coolness of the Coquette and you will keep the seduced at your heels.

Symbol: The Shadow. It cannot be grasped. Chase your shadow and it will flee; turn your back on it and it will follow you. It is also a person's dark side, the thing that makes them mysterious. After they have given us pleasure, the shadow of withdrawl makes us yearn for their return, much as clouds make us yearn for the sun.


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you say you wanna stay by my side...darling, your head's not right - the strokes

"...then he got a pie in the face, of course." - patches

hot seasonal pastime: teasing people who haven't started shopping

hot p.c. seasonal salutation: happy holidays

hot drink: cocoa

the ozomatli show last night was the fucking nuts!! they played for two solid hours. they have so much energy. hip hop, salsa, funk, cumbia, sometimes all in one song. matt bought me their live dvd/cd combo. we even saw a "passions" cast member. the guy who plays luis lopez-fitzgerald, the hunky latino cop. jose fell asleep up in the balcony, and matt, and i danced the whole time. gays have a definite edge with all the clubbing, i think. patches also surprised me with a nice gift from the gap. i won't open it yet, even though i want to. i can't wait for the weekend to get here and be done with cuz i only work monday of next week, then i don't go back til friday. monday is the dinner party with mando, and "the artist". i'm still not sure what we're making. i guess we better get on that. i woke up this morning and my shin was sore. i checked it out and i had a bruise. i was pretty buzzed last night, but i don't remember beating my shin against anything. i was trying to get matt to admit to kicking me, but he wouldn't spill. he's a cool customer, that one. only kidding. oh, last night hollywood blvd. looked so beautiful with all the lights. i know, how many times are you ever gonna hear, "hollywood blvd. looked beautiful"? anyway, it did. we stopped off for a drink at the formosa before the show, and patches did this incredible parallel park job, and when we got off the car, this homeless woman applauded her. patches gave her some money. i love l.a.

robbie hipped matt and i to this:

www.hisliberator.com

making fucking comfortable for queers everywhere


-take it / leave it-

older entries:
when the walls come tumbling down - 2007-08-17
long weekend - 2007-05-21
gays gone wild - 2007-04-22
fried and objectified - 2007-03-13
fried and objectified - 2007-03-13

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