Thursday, May 12, 2005
| The Reason I Live In my life, I have five friends that I consider to be my life blood – my everything – my strength, my weaknesses, and my dreams all rolled into one group of girls. Today I’ve decided to write a little snippet about each of them. No order of importance here. Just a list of the five ladies that make Joe CuttheShit, well, Joe CuttheShit. Mariah My friend Mariah is, by far, the most talented performer I know. She is a drop dead gorgeous lesbian with a hot ass and excellent moves. When Mariah enters a room, men, women, and animals alike pay attention and want a piece of her. When I met Mariah 5 years ago, she and I immediately clicked and became fast best friends. I told her everything about myself and she did the same. Since the conception of our love, Mariah and I have helped each other with some of the biggest obstacles that have come our way. From relationship problems, to depression, to frustration with our artistic endeavors, Mariah is the one that has opened up her entire heart to me. For the taking, if you will. Over time, Mariah and I have lost a bit of our obsessive need to see each other on a daily basis, but the love is still there and if there is ever a chance to rekindle the days of old, I know that we’ll both fall back into it with ease. I’ve never met anyone with the kind of heart that Mariah has. I’m so relieved that she let me steal it for my own. Angie Angie is a friend of mine from Albany that I never intended to become as close to as I am. For two years she dated my friend Kelly and we all lived together in a single bedroom at one point. Talk about chaos! Of everyone in my life, Kelly and Angie are the two that I talk to the most, hang out with the most, and experience the most ridiculous shit with. Since Kelly and Angie are both dating different girls now, I’ve had the opportunity to get to know Angie as a separate personality. I laugh my ass off with Angie and she is usually the first person I run to with a problem (see also: Kelly). At this point in my life, I am in a semi-obsessive relationship with Angie in that I must talk to her daily and see her AT LEAST once or twice a week. We party together, talk about our deepest woes, and share so much in common. If I’m going to smoke some pot, Angie better be there lighting it up for me. If I feel depressed and low, it is Angie who will understand and know how to handle me. Angie is my light these days and I’m so grateful for being granted this time period of our lives to be BFFFF. That’s Best Friends For Fucking Forever. Oh, and Angie has the smallest hottest body and is gorge. Is there anything else left to say? Ari Wow. Ari. When I first started working at my job, I had to become accustomed to the fact that I would be sharing living quarters of about 8 feet with a girl I’ve never met. Ari has a very strong personality and it took me a while before I felt as though I could open up to her and trust that she wouldn’t stomp all over my vulnerability. Four years later and Ari is the ONLY person I’ve met in NYC that I consider to be in my close knit group of friends. She is a beautiful and voluptuous (Right Ari? – I just learned what that word really means!) woman that has the sharpest sense of humor that I’ve ever encountered. She’s terrifyingly brilliant and is THE person I go to to find out any breaking pop culture news. She can name any actor from any movie and these days, her taste in music makes mine look as though I’m a pre-teen gaylord. I have opened up completely to Ari over the last year or so and I’ve come to depend on her in ways that I never thought were possible. If I’m worried about something in my life, Ari listens intently, offers sympathy, and then IMMEDIATELY kicks my ass into shape. She is the only friend I have that can manipulate as well as I can. And when the two of us use our powers for evil, we are a FORCE to be reckoned with. Kelly Kelly is the oldest friend I have in my entire life. In the past I have been known as the guy who moves locations and loses touch with all of my friends. I used to think making new ones was the only way to survive. Kelly broke that cycle for me and while a great deal of our friendship has been submersed in arguments over one thing or another, it is Kelly who has taught me to be who I am and to be proud of that person. It was Kelly who encouraged me to embrace my sexuality and it was Kelly who has kept me on my artistic pathway ever since college. The only reason we argue when we do is because we are wholeheartedly dependent on one another. When Kelly speaks, she often speaks right to my soul. She knows me inside and out and back around again. I can’t lie to Kelly because she knows the truth even before it leaves my mouth. While the other girls are my friends, Kelly is my sister. She has shown me what life long friend means and she is one of the only people in my life that I’m confident will be there all along the way. Whenever I’ve tried to escape from Kelly, she has found me, smacked me swiftly in the face and informed me that I will never escape the friendship that I agreed upon with her. She has allowed me to give over to the idea of friendship. I would do ANYTHING for Kelly and I KNOW that she would do ANYTHING for me. If I ever have the unfortunate circumstance of killing someone, Kelly is the one I would call to help me figure out where to bury the body. Rita Rita. Gosh. Where do I even begin with Rita? If there was ever a girl I would marry, it would be Rita. So much so that we have had numerous discussions about it. When she and her husband got married last year, he knew full well that he was marrying not only Rita, but Joe as well. Rita and I are friends from college, but she gave up her life at one point and moved to NYC to be with me for a year. It was one of the best years of my life and by far the biggest sacrifice anyone has ever made for me. We lived together, worked together, went everywhere together and created memories that she and I will be talking about when we’re two old ladies, drinking our Long Island ice teas on a warm summer day. I was THE man at her wedding and we’ve both become permanent fixtures in each other’s families. Rita makes me laugh harder than anyone I know and I have never had someone support me so much in every facet of my life. We NEVER fight, but when we do, it’s almost ALWAYS because we don’t see or talk to each other enough. Every day I miss her and every day she misses me. Sometimes we miss so much that we actually cry about it on the phone together. If I wasn’t so damn gay and she wasn’t so damn married, it’s obvious that she and I would have ended up together for the rest of our lives. Rita introduced me to the concept of soul mates. I fully believe that our friendship was predetermined long before we met. God knew that we needed one another and he allowed it to happen. I don’t think we’ve let Him down since then. I am obsessed with my Rita Lovely and I know that she’s obsessed with me. Forever we will be in love, laughing, and eating pizza for the rest of our entire lives. Now, of COURSE I have other friends that I care deeply about. Especially my special girls that Rita and I share from college (We’re seeing them in two weeks and we couldn’t be MORE excited about that). But these particular five girls have molded me and shaped me into who I am. They care more about me than themselves most of the time and if I ever find myself in a place of despair, everything drops so that one of them can run to my aid and take care of me. My whole life I’ve wanted friends like these. And to be able to sit here and actually have them seems like a fantasy. I love them all so much that I could literally start crying about it as I write this. If life weren’t about dreams and goals and making fucking money, it would be the joy of my life to kidnap these five ladies and to all live on a commune together; spending our days enjoying each other’s company and making really hot babies. I love you all. Forever. |
