i dont like reading but i used to like jt leroy
as i’m sure you will remember, i totally don’t like reading books. i basically have no use for what i’m sure is a banal pastime in this modern age of tmobiles, TV movies, and glossy magazines with lots of pictures. however, in my frequent socializing with high society and the celebrity elite around and about new york city, i am often in the company of people who have not only read but who have also actually written books.
so i’m sure you can imagine my surprise when i saw that my literati glitterati homeboy jt leroy was outed as not actually existing. as you may recall, back in october (check the archives, biotch, cos’ i’m too lazy to link it), when accusations of JT’s unreality were being bandied about in the local rags, i not only had a moment during which i questioned my own existence but i also came to JT’s defense. but then i totally realized that me worrying about not being really real was actually just a result of over-doing it with the club drugs and that it’s important for me to make sure that ingesting recreational drugs doesn’t render me so fucked up that i won’t be responsible for taking my prescription medication when i’m supposed to or i’ll lose track of things like distance, time and spatial relationships.
that was a really important lesson. but not half as important as it is to make sure that when you french kiss a literary superstar, you better make sure that they’re not some literary hoax because apparently that’s par for the course with people who write books. mark my word, my dear little biotch, you will have to field emails from them for months about how much they want you to edit their books, even though you keep telling them that you don’t even like books as you attempt to continually steer the conversation back to the topic of lip gloss. you will ask them repeatedly, can we please just talk about lip gloss again? but they won’t listen to you.