Mr. Noodle and Laszlo Papp

Glowing like the metal at the edge of a knife

Working in the belly

Team player, me

I’m in the belly once more and find it to be an agreeable place. Not having anxiety that used to precede my required attendance, I’ve been enjoying it though the location is still sketchy. It wasn’t always this way but that was before I had been working here on the regular.

So, Mr Noodle. Mr Noodle was a character created by Laszlo Papp. He had hopes of being the next Charles M Schultz but alas, it never happened. I’m not sure if Laszlo’s heart was truly in it. He also bought a black Rickenbacker bass in hopes of completing that Paul Simenon look. He had the hair and the cheekbones.

I last saw Laszlo on Astor Place where he was smoking a cigar. We chatted briefly and he gave me a cigar that he had, an El Rey de Mundo which was a good cigar, not my go to but any port in a storm…

At the belly of the fruit stand, I’ve been bust and enjoying it. It certainly makes the time go faster. Yancy has Ben setting up the music for my area, and it’s chill out music which is more than fine with me. In fact I’ve been building my library listening to cool stuff that I’d never heard before, or remakes of songs that I had heard before.

I have mentioned a few times yesterday that if the belly wants to make me an offer I would be most receptive to it and would more than likely say “pass the kool-aid”

Less than an hour to go for the workday for me. I didn’t think I would be able to use that tablet that I had been using the past few times for these here blog entries but there you have it, or rather, here I am. I figured I would be typing at the computer at home but suddenly a window of opportunity was opened and in flew a moment to make a journal, a blog entry, a post.

Bill is on his way home. Mike is at his crib. Mike seems to truly love me and Bill. We don’t judge him. Bill doesn’t fight with him but you well know that I have had my arguments with him from time to time.

The persona that Mike has created online for twitter is 180 degrees from who he is. That persona is why drew me in, and now I prefer the sexless friendship we have. I do not have sex with my friends. I sometimes read the comments for his posts, and they’re very graphic.

A few months ago I mentioned that Mike and I were both bottoms, which he steadfastly denied, though he has posted photos of his buttocks asking for breeding. Which to the majority of gay men, would constitute being a bottom.

No judgement here. No need. Mike has some nice buttocks, though.