You Know The Rules
Hello Friendly Person:
Back in the olden-days when kids would swing around glow sticks, suck on pacifiers or blow green plastic whistlers, and jump around to that “rave” music dirty, pervy and opportunistic Space Cowboy introduced a few of the younger, corruptible Space Cowboys to The Rules. These younger Space Cowboys would hit up Pervy Space Cowboy for a key bump of his magic spooky disco dust, and the Pervy Space Cowboy would say, “Well, of course. But first, you know The Rules.” At which point the younger Space Cowboys would drop their drawers and flash their junk. Given recent events in Congress, I should clarify that this was in no ways sexual harassment, and everyone involved was of legal age. The Rules just acted as a way to regulate the transaction, so instead of “sharing” it was more like a trade. One of the younger Space Cowboys eventually got smart and took a Polaroid of his junk and kept it in his wallet to expedite the transaction. Others just learned to unbutton and sniff at the same time.
Today I was thinking how The Rules might be used more broadly, in our community and in a variety of situations. For example, Smokers: next time you’re outside Mighty and someone asks to bum one, open your pack, but give a pointed glance at their pants and say, "You know The Rules." And if you’re someone who regularly bums smokes, maybe your preferred nighttime attire becomes tear-off sweats? Promoters who find a raver coming up short on the cover charge, just say, "You know The Rules," and find out if the raver comes up short in other areas as well (uff-ah)! Of course, there are times when you want to use The Anti-Rules. Like at LoveFest; I think the large, naked white dudes, wearing Mexican wrestler masks and dripping with sweat could’ve easily drank free the whole day if they just asked me. "Want a beer," I’d say, "You know The Rules -- Put on some fucking pants!"
XO,
8ball at spacecowboys.org
Back in the olden-days when kids would swing around glow sticks, suck on pacifiers or blow green plastic whistlers, and jump around to that “rave” music dirty, pervy and opportunistic Space Cowboy introduced a few of the younger, corruptible Space Cowboys to The Rules. These younger Space Cowboys would hit up Pervy Space Cowboy for a key bump of his magic spooky disco dust, and the Pervy Space Cowboy would say, “Well, of course. But first, you know The Rules.” At which point the younger Space Cowboys would drop their drawers and flash their junk. Given recent events in Congress, I should clarify that this was in no ways sexual harassment, and everyone involved was of legal age. The Rules just acted as a way to regulate the transaction, so instead of “sharing” it was more like a trade. One of the younger Space Cowboys eventually got smart and took a Polaroid of his junk and kept it in his wallet to expedite the transaction. Others just learned to unbutton and sniff at the same time.
Today I was thinking how The Rules might be used more broadly, in our community and in a variety of situations. For example, Smokers: next time you’re outside Mighty and someone asks to bum one, open your pack, but give a pointed glance at their pants and say, "You know The Rules." And if you’re someone who regularly bums smokes, maybe your preferred nighttime attire becomes tear-off sweats? Promoters who find a raver coming up short on the cover charge, just say, "You know The Rules," and find out if the raver comes up short in other areas as well (uff-ah)! Of course, there are times when you want to use The Anti-Rules. Like at LoveFest; I think the large, naked white dudes, wearing Mexican wrestler masks and dripping with sweat could’ve easily drank free the whole day if they just asked me. "Want a beer," I’d say, "You know The Rules -- Put on some fucking pants!"
XO,
8ball at spacecowboys.org
