2003-09-05 - 4:20 a.m.
My friend from Las Vegas e-mails me with:
Hey there, no news from you since you left, you need to get with it so I can read about your exploits, need some excitement here. I hope that you are having a good time either in New O or Chicago. Talk to you soon.
I SAY: I know, I am SO far behind. HEY, I did not say I AM a behind! I can never come up with a good enough excuse. You really wanna know? Hold on to yer pants-es... (as my brothers country boy friends would so eloquently say...)
My computers (both) were broken, I had to borrow change from the streetcar driver to use the Kinko's computer, my apartment scares me from being a mess, I get worried when I can not get to a computer to check my e-mail since it probably exploded and I keep hearing this Oliva-Newton-John song in my head telling to, "Get Physical." Mental mood change required, so desired and commencing:
I did manage to go to Kinko's and do my HOT CROSS BUNS column somehow. IT has LOTS of Southern Decadence charm and even more RACINESS if you want to check it out. I thought of you when I wrote it. It is due on Tuesday nights so it can go up on Wednesday morning right! Wednesday morning at 3:45am I finally managed to stumbled red-eyed into Kinko's and write it. I left Lee (my other escort friend) at his house since he was sleepy and Xanex-ed out. I could not go back to my empty and a true resemblance of how crack heads live, apartment since my desktop has been with my friend John getting fixed for the last three months, and my laptop probably had more alcohol poisoning then I did. (so how's this for special, because I am going to use this letter to you AS my diary entry.) Along with HOT CROSS BUNS. So after I listened to the other 3 people who obviously were at Kinko's racing to beat a deadline. (all I wanted to beat was my self for being such a mess....) I send it off to Mark and headed out the door to go meet a friend from the hotels at his current night audit hotel job. It was cool to see him even though I was dreaming of my nice mattress on the floor I had Aiden and I drag out of the storage unit, put on top of Cami's Corolla and drove 4 blocks down St. Charles Avenue. Oh well, the mattress would be there, Eric had a place to sleep and I wanted to CRASH. Eric left to go to the Hampton Inn, I was not fast enough, story of my life except when I cum on film! hehehehehehe...
I went to Chicago indeed, I met a client up there on Saturday night, that was, to say the least, an intense appointment. We stayed at the W Hotel, I get turned on BY the W. I was very impressed and the prelude to a relaxing breakfast the next morning was all but dreary. All my senses were awake, alive and enthusiastic. It is hard to talk about appointments, but this one made the grade. I also met clients in the city during the festivities. I met a few that I saw last year, I really like seeing repeat clients. There are so mamy positive things about it. My risk is reduced, my intellect is risen and it is easier for me to identify and enjoy my time. I know more of what they like and how they react to me. So, that was cool. One of the gentlemen sent me an e-mail that says, "...it is that time of year again!" I thought of the Christmas trees at Wal-Mart that will be up before Halloween this year! (Right!) Then I have one regular client that I do not know how he puts up with me, I would beat me. Well, he sorta does. But I mean, up until recently, I consider myself submissive. But now when someone raises the whip or cuffs to me, (ROLEPLAYS) (not for real!) I think I get defensive? Why? But as far as my mind stimulation goes, I hear all to frequently lately that I should be less cocky and more submissive. I can't help it. ARGH! I have to give you a run for your money right? Just a thought, because I do not like or enjoy control, I can't understand it, that is a challenge for me. HELP! When I used to say, "Submissive bitch." I meant like "ready to listen and not question pushover." Now I mean, "thinks-he's-gonna-top but has quirky and cute (yet refined) attitude." Like then the boy next door you pay to mow the lawn knows he has to, but watches the girl washing her car across the street too much. (MAN - I am the queen of analogies!) (wink) So it morph-ing Brandon.... Who knows?
While I was home in N.O. my ex-"boyfriend" if that is what you want to call him, did his first movie. I swear, you walk through the door at my apartment from hell and I have a force-field that turns you into a porn fiend. What company though? Oh yes, get this, www.BuffStuffVideos.com. Eric's company. What a small, gay, fucked-up, porn world! Like "The After School Special: ON CRACK!" He did not want to tell me though until I saw the pics on Eric' site.
Aiden arrived a few hours earlier than me to Aaron and Camy picking him up. I felt bad but of course he understood why two COMPLETE and probably fucked up strangers met him my house. But not just my apartment right, my EMPTY apartment. I was in Chicago still on the way back and upon my departure from the Big Easy, left a HARD disaster in the apartment since I was going to have it empty for the new people. His later recount told someone that when he got there Cami was looking in her bag for something and looked around at my bare walls and single couch and recliner in a domestic residence gone bad. He went to fridge and opened it to find - salsa. HE told me when he told me how silly it was that unless she was going to spread it on his chest, he had to get something to eat, so when I get home and ask Aaron and Cami where AIden is, they say shopping. I think like enjoying Decatur Street and the French Market shopping, not like, "...your apartment looks like you are a crackhead..." How he did not run home, I will not know. I got home and explained and I think if he had any reservations (I would have had TONS!) he pulled it off right and we headed right into the French Quarter to party - for two days. Straight.
This is where you should read HOT CROSS BUNS, it fits in right there with some of this added in for readers there. *da-da-da-da-dah-dum*
Next not specific order of Decadence business - the silly tweaked friends. It comes with the territory, so I think I selling this teritorry to the French. I had a few friends who were a mess this weekend. Not like a cute Brandon-mess, like a, "I'm gonna kick you in the head if you don't slow down. I kept wanting to tell the boys on the dance floor, "..honey, if you move the glow stick away from your nose when you do a bump it is much more discreet" One night abut 4:00am, Aiden and I were thinking abut sleeping and the know at the for makes me think, "Answer the door." It was this guy holding my friend up and he says, "She's pretty fucked up, I don't know what she had, but she's yours now..." Now I know there is one drug you should not make them throw up, then others you are supposed to make them throw up. Which one was to go with milk? Which one goes with what? I sat with her as she convulsed and tried to explain to her why we party with responsibility and long to yell how the hell he knew she lived here and how to run so fast from the drop off point. How did he know my address? As I sat with the panting, drooling soul about to call the EMS, she came to and talked nonsense but was clearly coming down. I thought GHB was like this on 20/20. But I dunno. She wanted food, so I went to Burger King and since it is my way right away, got a crossin-wich. When I got back, she looked at it and - I think this is what I gathered from it - "wanted me to stop and swat the demons on her egg, they were spiders on the wall and the egg was not good." Ummmmm.... right. Aiden and I brushed off the demons and she ate the bread and within moments was like a new person. Now I could yell. Yelling got me to the next stage. Stage left. I slept with one eye open and one arm on Aiden as we all drifted to the next day's adventure. Now at at his point I know you probably want to say one of these things. So you just pick the one that best fits (or pick all of them) and I will take it like I know you want me to.
This is like an all-purpose, easy-pick, insert your yell at Brandon here section...(I am all about easy so I wanted to make it easy for you.)
a) "Brandon, you know you shluld not hang around a crowd like that, they are gonna get you in trouble...."
To that I say, "I have been there, done that, got the t-shirt and leave it hung up." If you know what I mean. Who am I to judge. Have fun, mess it up yourself and learn from it.
b) "Brandon, New Orleans had such a romantic atmosphere, what about that?"
To that, I say, "Oh yes, it does, I just think every step I take the romantic part moves further from me. I think it is a trick by the tourism board and evil porn producers, I hear about the romance, but I am too busy having sex and fun that it eludes me right now." but what I really mean is, "Yeah, I found that too sitting with the UNCRACKED friends on the roof and staring at the stars in the sky knowing we all are under the same sky when we seperate to go home."
c) "Brandon, I'm telling" Do you need phone numbers, addresses, or just names."
To that I say, "They were with me."
d) "Brandon, you need to slow down."
To that I HONESTLY say," When I slow down, I get in a foul mood. Depressed, (I don't know if I'd go that far.) I am easily irritated. When I am busy I feel productive and therefore am, LOOK at my diary entries. I think it is psychological proof, (by now I am sure you are like NO MORE BRANDON STORIES!) I get more done when I am pressured and have to get things done."
Then I stick out my thounge. *pppbbbbbbbbbsssssssbbbtttt....*
I did finally get to hooked up with this paramedic I have been wanting for a LONG time, if you read this often you know who I am talking about. The one the Centaur Films shoot. He travels to circuit parties all over and works for the club helping people who overdose or can't handle the party. He literally is a lifesaver. I suck lifesavers. I met him one morning (like 11:00am) at the Pub and we met some friends then we went back to check our hoses... cleaned them out. We had a good time - you know - like that kind of good time. Then I said I was going to go home and shower and grab a nap and then meet him again for drinks and some mutual friends later that night. I would just invite myself back to his abode and we would check the equipment again. Ooops... I slept right through it. I did not hear the alarm, the 23 calls and 18 voicemails I got and the bit or rain we had. None. I head sweet dreams and those hot sings from Queer as Folk playing in my head. SO I woke up the next afternoon and his bowl-headed ass got the wrong flight dates so we ran one last equipment check. It worked better than ever. Literally. After I came and went to do my, "I'm relaxing and laying next to you cuddling..." He shifted and began to jack me off again, I thought, "okay mister fireman, I will not be cummin again in less than 5 minutes, but before I could put the sentence together in my flaming head, I spewed some heated liquid forth." Okay, I am in high school again. Decadence. It's all about being out of control. At least I was not swatting demon pepper flakes on my sandwich. Hoses up! Ladders AWAY! Brandon needs a non-smoking break!
I walked around all week with my sandals. You know those ones that Reeboks says are "massaging". NONONONONO! Fuck that! They are stitched by Satan himself. And sent here to the mall in Vegas.
This week was full of NBC quality drama. I had to leave out some of it for the innocents sake - fuck that the innocents were NOT in New Orleans this weekend. It is friggin Thursday and I think my "weekend" is over. I think the new one is about to start. "Brandon - every day is a Saturday with you..."
Here's the nuts and bolts though - I talked to Lisa ands MJ today too. They are good and know I am alive. I am planning on seeing my parents soon. How soon, not THAT soon. I think Heather, Lee and I are going to Jazzland on Sunday. Tomorrow (Friday) and Saturday are full of fun with some new friends and then I can take two days and catch up like this before I leave for Atlanta to film on the 12th-16th of September with VidkidTimo! I AM EXCITED!
So that's GOT to be enough to prove that once again, reality is CRAZIER than fiction most days. I do not need to make it up. I know you need a flow chart to follow all this but just pretend and you will fit in just like the rest of the boys at Southern Decadence this year!
Holding onto my Northern heritage meant NOTHING this week....
Brandon "NEEDS TO DO LAUNDRY!" Baker
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