Incest is best, put your Marxist to the test

In an earlier post, I mentioned that a couple of people said how much Marxy and I look alike. Isolated incident. (What truly haunts me is the man on Abbot Kinney who said we were old souls who had known each other a long time. I might believe in such things, but I knew he was full of shit. I love him dearly, but I shudder to think we're soulmates. That's too romantic for a Marxist.)

A. and I were often distressed about how our neighbors rarely spoke to us. Sometimes they downright ignored us, like on the single occasion I came home at the same time as the guys who lived downstairs, said, Hey! and was promptly ignored, followed by a quickly shut door.

But you know, they might be rich conservatives or something. Anyway, one day I saw another neighbor walking to his car as well, I said hello (why bother) and he said, Hey! I haven't seen you or your brother in awhile.

Excuse me? He thinks the Marxist is my brother!?

Well, now I can totally understand why my neighbors don't talk to us. Because they think we are incestuously enjoying rent-control right in their very apartment complex! Oh and also, they are all so fucking stupid to think we are related. I'm glad we never conversed.

The Marxist moves up north to discourse, I stay in LA to party

Given the recent amicable divide of our partnership, I suggest to Marxy that he go to Santa Cruz to be with his other revolutionary-heads to discourse and what not. He always laments that people here in general and in his department are not political enough, don't work on important things and are generally uninteresting. I feel his pain. It's so difficult to grow intellectually in one's community if you do not have adequate peers to bounce ideas off. I definitely miss my little poets group, that I'm trying to get back. However, I'm also pursuing different projects at this time. For one, I have been working quite steadily as my career as a pro-Domme and there are a lot of kinky parties to go to. LA is really quite the town for BDSM and the coolest parties I have ever been to in my life. LA parties are of a different order than all other parties, I think. Its for the best anyway. I feel uncomfortable with his friends' discoursing and he feels uncomfortable with my friends beating the crap out of each other.

It was good though.