Galaxies Controlling the Vinyl Frontier

"Galaxies" is rapidly morphing into a sex-drugs thing, partly due to my own predilections, but also 'cause they justify... well, the title, at least. I'm afraid that I may be entering another hypomanic phase, as I've begun to deploy Altavista.com to search for racy images of women doing all kinds of bizarre sex. Yet perhaps this is less than symptomatic; as Steve MacAroni put it, "But I get horney, too" -- well, duh!, but in mania, it's terribly exaggerated, ranging between everything from acute exasperation of VADIS to generally slutty behavior in women or, in guys -- Casanova (is that your name, or do you live there?). I also believe I'm becoming a little hypomanic 'cause I've become more willing to actually do stuff, Viagra-less. (Though the male impotence pill does increase the pleasure; it's Risperdal causing the problem & fuck Scientology!) Hopefully, Doc Larocque can taper me off the stuff; 3 antipsychotics is a bit much. & even Timmy Leary, another substance abuser, tried Clozaril.

So the main thing is, Roxy is now more than music, she's into BDSM. This comes (& cums) from some of the online women I've met, though the farthest I've ever gotten is, "Kiss the boots of shiny, shiny leather; shiny leather in the dark", & then they put me on their ignore list.

So that's pretty much what happened yesterday -- if you want to love me, love me for my mind, my stories, my art (including Roxy) -- excluding Karen brought over a futon while I was in the bathtub & we made popcorn during TV time.

Today I have the LAC meeting & TA time with Car-girl. I'll see about getting a Diet Mr. Fruity with lime at the Bear Creek Drive-in & head on out the highway, to the Cat's Foot Hills & Iron Claw Mountains.

Neurosurgeons scream for more!