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Date: Mon 1999 10:47:59 -0500 (PST)
From: tsing tao (this name has been changed to that of a popular chinese beer to protect the author's anonymity. other ridiculous name changes follow shortly.)
To: [email protected]
Subject: your website.
i can at least for sure qualify for remains 01 02 04 05 07 08 09 10 12 13 14 17 18 19 20 22 26 28 29 30 31 34. i'm writing because 16 will apply this weekend. write back if that's enough numbers, or if you are interested in any of my web presenences:
profile: ************** [slutty AOL profile. ps i haven't updated the age part for 3 years. oops.]
k bye.
Date: Mon Mar 22 14:30:41 1999
From: dante woo ([email protected])
Subject: Re: you didn't tell me you were so cute
To: tsing tao
hey you,
my slutty profile is at [email protected]. so what brings you to nyc, and how long will you be around? if you're open to hanging out this weekend or whatevah, this encapsulation of last weekend will give you an idea of what a boatload of fun i am:
friday night: waited 45 minutes for my perpetually late best friend jesse to pick me up from work. ate greasy chinese food in chelsea. went to seedy leather bar where my gay soccer team was having party. went to seedy latin bar where bobbi was meeting us to flirt with the go-go girl. endured dumb dominican boy from the bronx squeezing my bicep and then cock. danced. got drunk, very drunk, like alcoholic teenage prostitute drunk; watched drag show while developing hangover. left bar and puked all over 39th street, possibly one of my most shameful moments in history. saturday: worked like a dawg, wandered union square, barnes&noble, megavirgin, etc. ate falafel. went to chad's house party in hell's kitchen. partied hearty (no alcohol, thank you). went with jesse to barracuda in chelsea. dozed. sunday: laundry. called hector. hector having fight with his girlfriend, can't hang out. bad bad bad. another boy, curious, called. went to ellis's house instead and ate chinese takeout while avoiding oscars. downloaded mp3s. dozed.
my gawd, i can't believe i just wrote all that to you. if you aren't appalled, yet, hit me back. -----------
./dw
just kidding. i only go in there when my boyfriend wants to buy XY or men's health or use the bathroom.
-- my slutty profile is at [email protected]. so what brings
--
i'll check it later. when i'm not at school.
-- you to nyc, and how long will you be around?
--
my itinerary is at: http://*************; hand coded, of course.
-- whatevah, this encapsulation of last weekend will give you
-- an idea of what a boatload of fun i am:
--
yes. i would like to get on the boat. i will use last weekend to give you an idea of what kind of passenger i am. sorry if it's too verbose.
friday night: brought a spinach/raspberry/tomato salad with sesame-ginger-miso dressing to the asian queer potluck. went outside with the smokers but didn't smoke. drank sake, rolling rock, merlot. found out that zhang knows some guy from grad school who remembers me because i was "well-known" after previewing a play that included me giving a blowjob to my best friend. i can't believe this now, but my parents and my two little brothers were in the audience. went with some of the asian queers to gay night at the 'sco. spent 2 minutes on the main floor with all the queens, then went to a party and danced to delicious house music with the freaks. music tried to prevent seashell, one of our members, from making out with me on the dancefloor. walked her, venal, and verts home.
verts drove venal home in seashell's car while me and shell kept our clothes on in her apartment. verts returned keys, i established that shell was capable of making decisions, and we fucked and fell asleep. woke up, did it again, and then i went to work on some props.
saturday night: myriad took me out to dinner in thanks for teaching his class how to fall. he brought his 19-yo sister and me and her talked about raves in boulder. sunday: wiccyn got dropped off at my house by her friend from upstate, after a weekend of dropping e and going to basement gay clubs. we smoked pot, went to the same japanese restaurant, smoked more pot, and saw more experimental films. then i rode my bike to work and printed out a flyer for the queer/asian panel i'm co-organizing.
Date: Wed, 24 Mar 1999 12:54:46 -0500 (EST)
From: tsing tao
To: dante woo ([email protected])
Subject: niu yok.
-- i don't check my e-mail every ten seconds because i'm a freak,
-- it's because i have a freakish job (web design studio).
--
i see. me too. very freaky. i got your number and i'll call you thursday night or friday during the day. we'll have to do something together. i would prefer if it doesn't involve puking, but sometimes i guess that can't be avoided. see ya!
