Well Bottom Blues

My Queen accused her borderline doddering monarch of cultivating a “harem” of admirers. This was never my intent, although I was most pleased to discover poetry could still have this effect upon women in this algorithmic age. I must confess the attraction is mutual, because I’m only emotionally and physically attracted to women who are intelligent and creative. It trumps physical type entirely.

I was a regular performer by the stage name Oddball at Esoterotica, a reading and performance series dedicated to erotic topics. This was back in my wild bipolar days. My stage name was not a reference to kink, although I welcomed that audiencd to think so. It was reference to my old blog Toulouse Street:  Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans.

Cleaning my office I came across a stash of unused WWOZ domor bumper stickers and found mixed in something I picked up at Esoterotica those many years ago: a bumper sticker reading sapiosexual. I’m trying not to lard up the new car but I’m tempted to finally peel the backing off of that one.