We moved to Manila. Life blew up and we were outed as sexual freaks and North Texas came with pitchforks and we moved to Manila. Me and Meg and our boys got here first. Matt (My soul's friend, and Meg's boyfriend), got here a month after us, about two weeks ago. Me and Meg live in a condo on Mabini street (whores and gays territory), in apartment 2805-B.
Since we lost Cassy, I've been sleeping around. It's fun but not perfect. I did Amie. Amie has skin like an infant's and an article in this month's issue of Cosmopolitan. She interviewed Meg about polyamory for her next article, but I think she's going to leave out the participant nature of her research. I'm also chasing her friend A.K., an exotic surrealist artist who plainly says she likes me but doesn't say it like I need it, all fiery and fake.
Both of these girls are Sarah Lunas recast in Asian form: photogenic and intimidating cerebral dykes. This is mostly what OKCupid serves me up. Almost-famous women who will only sometimes consider a man. We'll see where this goes.
Marry me, A.K.
I've got my kids in a crazy private school where they have futuristic computers and classes in Chinese. This has bankrupted me. Me and Matt have a plan about that, though.
Oh. And I got a haircut.