Jarrod Wiggley, Emily, and Vareniki.

I have a friend who's inadvertantly immortalized the phrase "myelin sheath" for me. Never will I forget that part of a Neuron. We'd gotten into the discussion of sexuality. I had watched Harmony Korine's "Gummo" after a nightmare that corresponded to it's scene where Solomon sits in a filthy bathtub eating spaghetti.

I'd mentioned to the friend - Emily - that I liked Jarrod Wiggley, and we wound up discussing him:

Jarrod Wiggley kills cats for Huntz's Grocery Store.
Solomon attended school with his sister, who was nicknamed 'June-bug' - beyond her, he is shown only having a grandmother who is hooked to Life Support.

Jarrod puts glass in tuna fish and poisons the dumpsters where strays go as opposed to Solomon and Tummler, who shoot them with BB Guns, and has had better results.

Solomon and Tummler ultimately decide that they will break into his home and beat him with golf-clubs for poaching on their territory. They find he's not around. Solomon takes off his socks and puts on a pair of Jarrod's before nosing through his things. In a notebook, he finds an essay, geometry homework, and finally a small stack of photographs.

Solomon pages through them - all pictures of Jarrod in women's clothing - before the movie pans to it's signature "home-movie" style vignettes. Jarrod isn't particularly beautiful, but he's smiling for the first time in the film. He's very slim, and bony, and he tries his best to strike all those sultry, advertising poses to little avail.

As the flashback ends, Solomon holds up a gay pornographic magazine beneath all of Jarrod's things. Tummler largely disregards it to beckon Solomon to see Jarrod's grandmother.

After relaying all this to Emily, we began to discuss me as opposed to Jarrod.
There are a lot of similarities beneath it all, cat-poisoning aside, and it spun into discussing sexuality, social perception, and gender roles.

I typically get kind of frustrated with people who say they have things like GID, or are Bisexual, or just enjoy crossdressing, because I oftentimes feel like they're looking for a convenient perscription of sorts to just say, "I like the male body - but only on socially acceptible terms", or something. That makes it seem like I'm this super-bravado man's man, a little bit. And a hypocrite, too.

I...Kind of have more to write, but I also have an appointment soon.
I'll finish this later or something.
Also, I made Vareniki; I topped it with a little pesto and some parmesan.
Four hundred Calories - kind of middle-of-the-road good for you.