He seemed harmless when I interacted with him, but I took it as an attempt to be funny.
I certainly don't think I came out more depraved. But, I did come out thinking that I could have lived without seeing either the hook or the whisk, and as someone who had two nine pound, two foot long children, I was unimpressed by the cucumber.
I saw him while I was waiting in line at the first show on Friday night- he didn't pester me, but did shout rude things at my boyfriend after I had gone inside.
Also, I thought he looked kind of like a wizard. What sort of beautiful world is this where you can watch amateur porn in a theater and be heckled by a wizard?!
Porn hasn't made me more depraved, just better at creatively channeling my depravity.
Before porn I was all "zomg raging hormones must find pole to hump and hole to fuck"
And now its more "Well, what new and inventive way can I achieve sexual release tonight? TO THE INTERNETS!"
This wasn't Portland, but I did see a lonely kook in the rain on an overpass over I-5 in Kent, holding a sign that said "Benny Hinn Miricles". Which was kind of cute, in a mentally ill sort of way.
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