Eating Raoul
It’s time to come clean with the reason I’m still hanging around here in the Spirit Smoking Lounge instead of resuming my corporeal form among the living. We’re now at Death+39 days, and I’m not sure how much longer the old meat sack will stay fresh on the heart-lung machine I’ve got hooked up in the garage. I occasionally pop back in to take the neurons on a spin around the block, make sure all the synapses are firing, that sort of thing, but I’m postponing the inevitable re-corporealization as long as possible.
The reason? Well, there’s the smoking, of course, and the tequila shots with no hangover, and the Nerf ball games with Nietzsche (who has really, really lightened up since he died), and the infinite knowledge and wisdom thing — all that’s great. But what’s really keeping me here is Raoul. Raoul, my Spirit boyfriend.
I lurve me some Raoul.
One of the most gratifying aspects of Spirit sex is that you can take on any form you want. Yesterday, for example, after spending a rather embarrassingly humongous amount of time staring at the sexy man picture, with my Spirit tongue hanging out and everything, it occurred to me to ask Raoul to make himself look like that. And he did! The lack of a head is weird, though, so we’re shopping around for something suitable.
6 Responses to “Eating Raoul”
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Chris says:
I like this one.
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The Ghost of Violet says:
Too incestuous. Zeke was like a son to me, albeit a son I never met.
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Victoria says:
You are utterly delightful.
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kristi says:
Does that mean that when we enter the spiritual realm, we will finally be able to find bodies like that arousing? I can’t wait. I’m so tired of having the hots for Bill Gates. :p
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Flash says:
This may sound a tad sexist, but maybe he’s better without a head - of that sort, anyway.
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The Ghost of Violet says:
Flash, I found a head for Raoul — as well as some other very choice bits — and I’m tempted to post a picture. But I fear being thought crude.
