Dearest Felix

November 16, 2010

Photo @ Slutever

It’s 5pm or whatever time the sky starts getting dark now, maybe even earlier. I’m in my bedroom, stabbing at the chunks of solidified jizz in my hair with a mangled comb, trying to remove just enough of the jizzy snarls to make it OK to walk to the deli to buy coffee. I stab and stab, unsuccessfully, aggressively kneading handfuls of conditioner into the sex nest, but the conditioner’s thick, white gooeyness only makes it more conspicuous. Does this mean I have to take a shower?, I wonder

My new housemate Felix bounds into the room, no warning knock, mouth full of crackers mumbling something that sounds like, “Hey like what’s up I guess?” You know Felix; he’s that kid Bunny and I became semi obsessed with on Facebook a while back. Our obsession was based on little more than a few weirdly staged Macbook self portraits, but he seemed interesting enough, mainly because we didn’t actually know anything about him. Felix recently came to New York on vacation. We met up for drinks on his final night here, which I assumed would be the first and last time I ever spent any real time with him. That was until the next day when I received a text saying, HI, I DIDN’T GET ON THE PLANE. CAN I LIKE LIVE WITH YOU OR WHATEVER? and I replied I GUESS.

“Are you wearing all of my clothes and eating my hummus?” I say, and Felix looks down at his body and the food in his hands as if he’s seeing them for the first time, then shrugs like he doesn’t know or doesn’t care, has never had a thought in his entire life and never plans to.

Felix and I have lived together for three weeks now, during which I have acquired some hard, non-Facebook based information about him. For one he’s only 18, which surprised me. Also he’s never had any formal schooling–was tutored at home by his artist parents–which is probably why he’s now impressively retarded when it comes to social interaction. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look anywhere but at the floor, which as you can imagine makes even the simplest conversation a struggle. He also often comes home in the mornings, neck full of hickies, sometimes covered in bruises, claiming that he was raped the previous night. Today is more of the same.

“I got raped last night.”

“Oh really? Who was it this time?”

“I don’t know, some horrible girl. She was sooo old as well. Like 29.”

“That is so fucking old.”

“I know.”

“Felix, do you ever think you might be confusing being raped with sleeping with someone you don’t actually like?”

“Um, I don’t know, maybe. Is there a difference?”

“I think there is, yeah.”


The problem with meeting people you have weird, superficial internet infatuations with is that when you meet them they become real, AKA uninteresting. Not that I don’t like Felix–I do, a lot–but he’s just a real person now so I care less. Like for example before I knew him I used to think it was really cool that his fingernails were always painted an array of different colors, but now I’m just like, “Felix get your 400 gay nail polish bottles off my floor before I kill you.” See what I mean? Watching Felix eat tuna out of the can and trip over electrical wires totally eradicates any sense of mystery. Also he never knocks and yesterday he barged into my room at the exact moment that I was inserting my tampon, then didn’t even leave, just made a grossed-out face and continued on grabbing whatever is was he intended to grab off my shelf–probably my expensive hair products–and sauntered out casually like no big deal. WTF?

How and why do all of these people keep vomiting their way into my life and why are they all sort of the same but also sort of different, but samey enough for me to occasionally blink and forget which one I’m with?



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  • Reply - November 16, 2010 at 12:35 pm

    This was a good ramble post.

  • Reply Fuller November 16, 2010 at 5:06 pm

    Haha, I loved this line: Like for example before I knew him I used to think it was really cool that his fingernails were always painted an array of different colors, but now I’m just like, “Felix get your 400 gay nail polish bottles off my floor before I kill you.” Story of my life…

  • Reply ~~~~~ November 16, 2010 at 8:54 pm

    how does his voice sound like?

  • Reply Alex November 17, 2010 at 2:13 am

    Can I live with you when I move to New York. I don't have any nail polish and rarely get raped.

  • Reply grin November 17, 2010 at 3:23 am

    I hate Felix.

  • Reply The RAKE November 17, 2010 at 10:44 am

    You need to stop having such high expectations of internet weirdos. Anyone who spends a substantial amount of time on the internet is invariabley boring… except me (he said knowing no one would believe him).Oh and if you want to stop having these people "vomit" into your life, how about pretending to be normal, or at leasy "boring alternative". You don't even need to maintain the facade of sundry normality, just name drop a few mainstream musicians, and pretend to be grosses out by their non pedestrian ways.

  • Reply me November 17, 2010 at 6:30 pm

    i want to rape him mmmmmmmmmmmm

  • Reply ~~~~~ November 18, 2010 at 9:51 pm

    'The RAKE' commenter is taking shit seriously & not getting it like it was a chemistry book or something…

  • Reply Hgfhgfuggjhguh November 19, 2010 at 1:06 am

    How did the jizz get in your hair?

  • Reply Felix November 19, 2010 at 8:30 am

    So…you want me to leave or what?

  • Reply The RAKE November 19, 2010 at 1:47 pm

    to anonymous 18th of November commenter.I was trying to be funny… it failed, this is what happens when I don't put everything I write to my focus group. It was my assistant's fault, they will be murdered , and by murdered I mean won't get afternoon tea tommorow.Sincerley,The person egotistical enough to call themselves a "Rake".

  • Reply MM November 19, 2010 at 6:11 pm

    Obsessed with Felix since I've ever read this post

  • Reply Mavi November 19, 2010 at 6:17 pm

    Slore you´re flat looks mayj

  • Reply erin lee November 19, 2010 at 8:27 pm

    YO! Damn, I wanted to live in CHEZSLUTEVR. Now Im forced to commute to Queens, still looking for a place. fuck new york housing. good post tho!

  • Reply Joe November 20, 2010 at 2:34 am

    I'm amused at how you put up with this shit. I would kick him the fuck out, after raping him of course. But since I don't have to deal with him, I encourage you to let him live with you longer so I can be amused at how pissed it makes you. Love the blog btw, just stumbled across it about a week ago and have now read almost the entire thing while neglecting school work.

  • Reply glem November 20, 2010 at 12:11 pm

    Sometimes i think if you met me and I just acted like myself you'd think I was weird because I'm that normal… idk.

  • Reply chaz November 21, 2010 at 7:21 pm

    yh whats he sound like vids would be kl

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