Revenge
April 04, 2004
The revenge plan was nearly perfect. To ruin Brian’s evening for all the nasty things he’s done I simply had to show up at the Student Publications’ dinner armed with Heather. I expected Brian, who used to date her, to have an apoplexy and to confront me later in the parking lot — I even taped down my nipple ring anticipating violence.
But somewhere along the way I blundered — I got madly drunk on a half-litter of wine and two random glasses of booze. Alcohol made me forget about revenge and filled me with warmth and compassion for everyone.
Alysia was funny and loud, and I loudly told her about the dream I had the night before. In my dream, the vice-chair of the WLUSU BOD and I were slashing each other with murderous swords — he was trying to obscure Truth. I made him remove his shirt after defeating him so I could stab through his heart, and noticed that his nipples and chest were fantastically pierced. For that I spared his life, and he continued to obscure Truth just to spite me.
“Always stab men with your sword in your dreams,” I told Alysia, and then ran across the room to blurt things to Fraser who won the Best Cordie of the Year Award.
I put on the sunglasses I found in the park the day before, and talked gibberish. Michelle, who once went to a nudist colony, was sitting nearby and I told her that we should be naked and free together. And then people started leaving. Katie West gave me an impossibly warm hug on the way out, my cheek buried in her shoulder. Heather called a cab and chatted with me while I tried to bite her hands. Brian left without a word.
Fraser too was rushing out when I ran after him, schoolbag in hand. I promised earlier to walk with him for a while, and he left so suddenly I didn’t have time to say my goodbyes. I was dazed by the cold air and talked too much. The evening passed without a shadow of cruely and I felt good and drunk. I felt even better when Kathy and Sarah welcomed me into their room and gave me warm tea to wake me up. ClubLaurier people are lovely in their way.
Posted by Tudor at 11:43 PM in Friends & Lovers | TrackBackString parsing: I felt good and drunk. Thank you Tudor for this beautiful sentence: you obviously felt both good and drunk and goodly drunken. Connotations and context… that random things of joy (measured in units I have not yet quali/quantified) happen astounds me sometimes, especially at this time of year.
Posted by: the zero god on April 05, 2004 at 11:43 PMTudor,
You are a freak of nature. I would love to hear you justify your reasons for the ‘revenge’ post. If you want to enjoy a gay fantasy about the vice-chair of the BOD in the safety of your own mind - that’s fine. But to have the audacity to post that on the Internet is insane and down-right disturbing.
The part about stabbing him with a sword (although very death-threat like) could be justified as mannish, if you did not proceed to talk about his nipples. That makes me wonder what kind of ‘sword’ you stabbed him with in your dream.
If my memory is correct, this is not the only gay post you’ve made in reference to the vice-chair. I found the ‘bathroom incident’ even more disturbing then the revenge post. Look - if you have a crush on the guy and you want his cock, be a man and ask him face to face.
The only conclusion I can come to is that your a result of a failed abortion and probably spend most of your day at home licking pictures of bare-chested men.
Good Luck With Life You Freak,
Andrew
Fantasy? Whoa?!
I said it was a dream! All dreams are strange, chaotic, and I would advise anyone against trying to attach meaning to them.
As far as my “audacity” goes, I found my dream interesting enough to share it with others. Your focus on homosexual interactions is disturbing — to me the dream was relevant because it was so focused on the issues of transparency, openness, and Truth.
Anyway Andrew, shouldn’t you be doing something else at work instead of reaching conclusions about me based on my dreams? But I thank you for diligently reading my blog — just to remind you, the previous post you were referring to is here.
Posted by: Tudor on April 07, 2004 at 04:04 PM“Look - if you have a crush on the guy and you want his cock, be a man and ask him face to face.”
DO IT!
Posted by: Jason on April 07, 2004 at 06:01 PMMan, that was the single most homophobic post I’ve ever seen! Who cares what sexual orientation Tudor is? Also, it’s a friggin dream (as Tudor said).
“Look - if you have a crush on the guy and you want his cock, be a man and ask him face to face.”
Look, Andrew - if you have a problem with Tudor and/or you hate gay people… fuck off.
Posted by: Craig on April 08, 2004 at 12:32 AMtudor, who is this andrew guy? i kno one andrew involved with the student union, i hope its not him.
Posted by: helen on March 20, 2005 at 11:04 PM