Gay Wedding, My New Room, Nguyễn Du and One Thousand Men in a Day

[Vung Tau, 12/18/24]

Thanks to a gay wedding, I have a much bigger room. God loves me. In a charming Colonial building from 1901, it has louvered windows and a high ceiling. Most importantly, it’s quiet. One of three beds was removed. I hardly know what to do with one.

Everything changed four days ago. DC HomeStay is pleasant and cheap enough. The only drawback is the karaoke, which doesn’t always stop at 10PM. Luckily, this noise pollution is rare outside of Summer. Last Saturday, I saw all these tables set up, with one just three feet from my thin door. When they did the soundcheck, I yelled to the owner. Trọng walked over. “If this doesn’t stop at 10, I will make a scene,” I told him. I was ready to move.

It turned out to be a wedding. Lying in bed, I could hear the MC congratulating the groom several times. There was no mention of a bride. After the sound system was turned off, the grooms and many drunken guests kept singing and laughing until midnight. I wish them one hundred years of happiness.

Trọng is giving me a nice discount. To thank him, I paid for two months in advance. With this space well ventilated, I thought about oil painting, but that would be madness. None of us is allotted enough time to satisfy a fraction of our ambitions and desires.

Not even Lily Phillips. Surely you’ve heard about this liberated woman? Just 23-years-old, Phillips became rich and famous by doing only what she enjoyed. Unlike you, she has no boss or a domineering spouse. She doesn’t have to perform tiresome, stressful, disagreeable or repulsive tasks just because she’s on the clock. She needn’t pretend to like assholic co-workers.

She’s certainly not looking for love. What a quaint yet oppressive word! As Rachel Zegler has pointed out, love is just a male stalking operation designed by the patriarchy to debilitate women. Doe eyed chicks are just pining for some dastardly prince to eat them out. Tall, muscular, dark and with a marvelous vertical leap, he comes on a snowy white horse without pimples or funky smells. Ringed and shackled broads swoon over awesome rapes in soap operas and romance novels. Just think about it, gang rape is but the hunting pack unleashed on urban concrete. Only self-love is kosher. Today, Valentino would be making Bud Lite, Jaguar and Google commercials.