Blogging's Back, Bitches

After a month-long pause ...... Here we are.

This evening saw Prince Harry and I drinking beers atop a bridge spanning some monolithic Shibuya highway, rating the men who walked by based on their fuckability. Received a shock when my boyfriend randomly walked past, on his way to the gym from work. Prince Harry said, "Sweet Jesus, that's a definite te --" and then grew mortified when the Boyfriend stopped, was recognized, and said, "Um, what are you guys doing here? [to me] I thought we were meeting tonight at 11?" "We are," I said. Prince Harry blushed crimson and shouted something drunken before burying his head in my lap. "I am," I said, "in a way, I suppose, babysitting. Um. My sad drunken friend. As it were." Sigh.

Much of the last month has not been documented on my blog, to my regret -- drag queens in Fukuaoka giving me dildos; pristine rural beauty near Hiroshima; trauma and fraud in Nagasaki; domestic confusion and bliss in Seoul, Korea. Not to mention the general peril and misunderstanding that characterizes a typical day I spend in Tokyo, navigating the mundane and the surreal and the innocent and the blatant. Stay tuned for updates on the summer and then more languid observations of the everyday.