Goings-on of an art school colleague.

A few weeks ago I caught up with my one art school colleague who wears women's clothes.

His one neighbor is a 38 year old ex la crosse player with a coke habit and a stewardess girlfriend, and they have a weird homoerotic relationship where the guy'll kiss him at bars as he's trying to pick up girls, as some sort of signal to show that he's cool, but also maybe because maybe.

A lot of times, too, the guy just walks out of the local urban Wal*mart with beer or liquor, since no-one stops a tall cleancut (white) guy, or even begins to think that he's doing that.

"Look, I stole beer for you," he'll tell him, and then he'll give him the beer.

Supposedly, too, a thing the guy does is bring women home, then drop it on them that he wants to shave their p*ssy, and then shave them and eat them out all night, and one time while one of those women was passed out in his room, he invited my colleague over to come make and eat frozen pizza.

"No, we're not in college," my one art school colleague told him, and then he was like to me, "Did he really think I was going to eat frozen pizza while this random chick with a shaved p*ssy was passed out on his bed?"

Then, he was like, "It's so weird!".

Overall, he said, he's enjoying it a lot, since he's most artistically productive when he's in really fucked up relationships with men and there's so many dynamics to it that he just can't figure out.

Right now they're hanging out like 5 days a week, often to watch football (the ex la crosse player's idea).