Loading ...On birthdays we usually do the “this day in history thing” here at SP, but I think we already know all the stuff that happened on Richard’s birthday. Instead, I want to express my appreciation for Richard.
My life would have been so much less interesting without him in it. Without him, I would never have been a stalker. I mean, its no fun to stalk someone alone. And frankly, a bit creepy too.
Without Richard, I’d've thrown far fewer parties. For a while, our parties were THE parties to attend. So much so that over a hundred people crashed our party in the swamp. We found out later that two of our friends photo-copied their invitations and handed them out at the mall.
Without Richard, I wouldn’t have had nearly as much sex. Not that I had sex with Richard, but he provided the competitive edge to push me from mildly slutty to crazed nympho. If I didn’t sleep with’em, Richard would. We finally just divided the town down the middle and he took half, and I took the other half. Amazingly, we managed to never once sleep with the same person, though we pretty much have the same taste in menz (but not the same taste in womenz). He once almost had sex with someone I did have sex with, but that would’ve been wrong. And we did, however, kiss a lot of the same people. (Like Will, the guy with the long tongue, whose name wasn’t Will).
Without Richard, I never would have been such a social butterfly. Separately, we were scintillating, but together, we were downright irresistible. Everyone wanted us. We had admirers. We had an entourage. We had people getting tattoos to get our attention.
Without Richard, I never would have met so many gay men. Oh sure, I already knew bunches of them. Hell, I was with one the night I met Richard. (At, of all things, a Harry Chapin musical). But I increased the gay-man:me ratio in my life quite significantly when I met Richard.
Without Richard, I never would
Hrm… what was I going to say? I only have a billion distractions around here. Not least of all the cat-whiskers that work their way into my ass-crack.
Today I found myself behind a car with the vanity license plate “Lois”. It reminded me of Richard.
Without Richard, I don’t think I would have had nearly as much fun as I’ve had. Sure, I was pretty rowdy in my younger days, but what good is rowdy unless you have someone to share it with? But Richard and I have shared lots more than parties, laughter, stalkings, and sexual escapades. He’s a true best friend who has been there for me through good times and bad. He’s good at listening to me bitch, but also knows when to say “shut the fuck up”. He knows when I could use some company, and when to leave me the hell alone. Priceless stuff, that.
Richard’s the person I feel most comfortable with in the world. Even when we haven’t seen each other in years, when we get together, it feels just like we saw each other yesterday. Instant ease, instant laughter, just add liquor.
You’d think for two such abrasive, egotistical people, Richard and I would have had more arguments, but our arguments have actually been quite rare. (though Richard has frequently gotten me into fights with other people). I think we’ve each always understood (and respected) the other’s place at the center of the universe. And thats a rare and wonderful thing in a relationship.
So happy birthday, Richard the Previous. I love you and wish you many more to come.
Buy me a beer!
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Fantastic! What a wonderful expression of appreciation. Though I was not there for any of the escapades described, I can certainly agree with many of the underlying sentiments!
Richard has changed my life in a way that is difficult to verbalize. It’s just a profound impact… one that is so very rarely found in one’s lifetime.
It is a privilege and an honor to be in a relationship with Richard and I often reminded of his sheer wonderfulness through the actions he takes every day. I love ya, Babe!
But I wish I had been at some of those parties with Che and Richard!
We wish you coulda been there too, Mojo!
I am almost speechless from the amount of love that I am receiving from two of the most wonderful people in the world!
I can’t imagine my life without either Che or Mojo. I am deeply honored to know both of them, and I know that both of them would be deeply embarrassed and annoyed beyond belief to have me say something as full of feeling as “I am deeply honored to know both of them.”
But, I’m getting older so I’ll just let those feelings out!
My life is all the better, all the richer, and all the more salacious having known you!
And I too wish Mojo could been at some of those parties.
And Che, I laughed out loud at some of those reminiscences.
And being a Southerner of Irish descent, I feel like something bad’s gotta happen after all those good feelings have come my way.
Like getting arrested for stalking a really beautiful, but ungodly boring guy.
ha ha! It’s all too sweet and very funny.
My Aunt would call Richard Che’s running partner.
That’s more than a best friend, it’s about signals and looks that say more than any words could…
Happy belated Richard! Yet another Aquarian male I didn’t realize I knew. Loving you like an old soul record as Me’shell used to say. You deserve all the best!
I love that expression, writergirl. It’s so evocative.
Thank you for all the love. I return it in kind!
And Che is beyond a best friend. It is so true that we can seem to capture each other’s rhythms. Knowing when to say hello and when to say fuck off! That is rare.
And if by Me’shell, you mean Me’shell Ngdegeocello, I thank you for making me think of her!
And just for Che, I’ll acknowledge the bisexuality of Me’shell instead of saying she is a lesbian! She was almost Alice Walker’s daughter-in-law after all, but you can’t marry a woman legally if you are a woman.