Less lurid than that may sound, I’m merely making mention that I have completed my most current journal book. Ever since I started keeping a journal, I’ve given them titles. The latest was titled “Laurie’s Pussy,” subtitled “A Hardcore Collection of Various and Sundry Thoughts.”
Excerpt from the first entry, dated January 20, 2003.
Perhaps a word or two should be mentioned about the title of this (series of?) journal. “Laurie’s Pussy” It doesn’t refer to any specific “Laurie.” It’s more a general reference to the fact or observation that I’ve been reading a lot of erotica (or sex stories; the “erotic” level or quality is up for debate), and the fact or observation that I’ve known a lot of women/girls named “Laurie” or some variation of the spelling. As far as Laurie’s Pussy is concerned, I’ve never known any of my Lauries well enough to have even SEEN their pussy, never mind get to know it intimately. … In the case of this journal, I think the Laurie in question is probably Lorie Fox, a stuck-up, feisty redhead I knew back in high school.
Excerpt from the last entry, dated September 25, 2008.
And now here we are at the last page of this poor, tattered journal book. It’s taken over FIVE YEARS to get here, a far cry from when I would FILL five BOOKS in ONE year. I think that because of changes in my Life— mostly B-R-C— and technology (such as online journals [like this]) I’m not going to start another journal book right away. Should the urge arise again, I’ll probably write on loose pages, then transcribe them into whatever book I decide to start at the time. And so, for now, I bid thee adieu.
