I definitely have the desire to have a New York New Year, maybe go somewhere dressed in a tux, laughing with friends over some political joke. Maybe I’ll just go with friends to some huge club, jumping and sweating to some music, flailing my rhythmically doomed limbs with goofy Texan abandon. I definitely want to be kissing multiple guys, friends, maybe even a few girls at midnight. Maybe even for some minutes past when everyone’s big balls drop. My big resolution is to kiss more this year. I love kissing, I love the feel of the distant heartbeat transferring to my lips, the flush of heat in contact, the single minded focus of the moment, the sacrifice of air for passion.
I publicly resolve to do the following:
Tell people more often why I like being around them.
Tell people more often why I don’t like being around them.
See one Broadway show every month.
Get a library card, start borrowing books rather than buying them.
Sunburn my ass on a nude beach.
End every sentence with “as the will of God demands”