throbbing gristle

Date: 12/20/2016

Big party at Genesis Breyer P Orridge's place. Super cool. Transgressive artist thing going on. Lots of drugs and bdsm. I am super happy to meet Gen, and it's like we've known each other all our lives. They are great. Older and in rough shape just like the rest of us. Some people don't believe it is they. In a sunken party room. Like at Simplon. S&I'm shows in the center. People are impressed that I am there, and want me to come up and put on a show. But Ian just there to watch. They are insistent, and I leave. Acute skinny little sub wearing ridiculous outfi is grovelling and grinding on me. He has very long black rubber spikes coming out of the top of his head and all black latex outfit. His mask looks like it is for motocross. He's cute, but I am not interested. I wander the party. Keep thinking I see my first girl crush from my childhood, Wendy. But it is never her. Then someone tells me that my first stepfather is there. I see him and it really is him. I stand towering over him, as he lounges with two buddies. He doesn't recognize me, but it has been well over thirty years. I tell him who I am and confront him about being a terrible person and abandoning two little girls like that. He still is a terrible person, and he diesnt care at all. His skin shows signs of decrepitude. All grey and cracked with sunken cheeks. His eyes glow red. My friend says to me, I think some of those guys are still chemists. I ask her if she remembers the Zarynczaks and how they all used to drink turpentine. Then I realize my clockwork orange purse is missing, I can't remember where I left it. Searching. Running repeatedly into Gen on the stairs or the landing.