Ultimately evolving into bedlam, I chose the only photos from these EPIC Open Mic Winter Parties that don’t clearly show faces…but you know who you are. Couldn’t have done it without you! *Enter Steven, in underwear, shirtless, with my bath mat around his shoulders to announce, “WINTER IS COMING!”* (Shower artwork also by Alice)
Caligula – The Party
Party at my Place
The party at my place was up to its usual nightclub standard: red flashing alarm light hung on the window sill to warn neighbours not to call the police, smoke machine, dark room, black light, bags of shredded paper from work on the floor and a diverse porn selection projected against the walls before it became fashionable to talk about a sexuality spectrum.
L* (the other black guy Japanese people mean when they insist they saw me where I wasn’t) and S* (Scotland) arrived, completing a guest list that was 95% people who’d never before had the chance to be trapped in my apartment.
I drunkened myself and was very entertaining, as usual. The readings were well-received and the descent into madness gratifying. A teacher from one of my visiting schools made out with a student who recently graduated from my main school, and I kissed one English teacher, turned and kissed another in a three-way (password: redramrealness1UAVS).
My clothes fell off near the end – I swear I haven’t done that since that private party in Brazil…ok, I did it at Tannan’s sayonara party a few months ago. I blame it on onsen culture, though, and, before that, on just liking to be naked. Perhaps I want to be free in my own space since, out of it, I’m pressured, for everyone else’s sake, to submit to many unwritten rules.
S**** slapped sore my butt. His girlfriend never shows up when she knows she’ll have me as competition. He is so gay for a straight guy, but he can handle it, probably because he wears kilts.
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