Date: Sat, 7 Dec 2002 21:26:10 -0800 (PST)
From: “dominick vyne” View Contact Details
Subject: Dear Saint Nicholas
To: “Leo Joseph”
oh, it feels like it’s been so long since i talked with you last
so many things have happened to us since then!
i left London and went to wales with an angel named Chad
jumped in a cold spring
then stared up into the starry night
then sweated for an hour in a hand built sauna
with an old wood burning stove
in a house owned by two kids named
“labrynth of love”
and
“lucifer”
who only eat raw food.
hm.
plans changed instantly
and i ended up in glastonbury the next day
so crazy
that night was a party in Bath
much like the gay men i enjoy spending time with
but they were all straight women!
i was, slightly, terrified
but never let it show
apart from being hit one right and left and centre
Ugh
some woman feeding me wild mushrooms
and another relentlessly harping in me about shaving my beard!
i left
and went for a nice long walk
the top of the hill
looked out over the city
my oh my
so gorgeous
i will have to say gorgeous a thousand times.
one man in there
clean shaven
but looked upon me with a longing i’ve only ever associated with love
his wife was nice
but he said
“no. no. don’t cut your hair or your beard. no. don’t listen to them. .
.. ”
that was nice.
and i slept the next few days
she was a pot head, the woman i stayed with
and a friend of hers had just jumped off a bridge into traffice in
yorkshire…
and and old childhood friend blew his brains out in indiana
and eli’s dad’s brain is dissolving
what?
getting closer and closer.
i won’t go into my fears.
but when i finally did wake up to some sort of clarity in glastonbury
i went out for a long walk along the hills
lost and in love with the sky
the trees
the green green
the brambles!
i tore my pants up!
and the skin underneath
but with joy!
with joy!
then to the glastonbury Tor
apparently this was all a group of islands
and the winds up there are 2000 miles per hour
if they feel like it
a strange town
left the next day for here
Wales.
nice guy i am staying with
but
just
no
connexion.
he’d never been fucked, though
poor lad.
so i did some teaching
and learned so much about this sort of thing
that i might be able to fuck you some day without causing any pain
but, oh, not fuck
make love
just thinking about it reminds me about how i want you inside me
am i being crass of vulgar?
let me get to the important part:
i forget all my dreams so quickly
but they have been very powerful this week:
i went for a walk along the coastal cliff walks
all the way from Solva to St. Non’s
barefoot
grass and dirt
amazing
oh
my oh my
three hours
five miles or six or some such number
blessed
i can’t leave that out
because it was precious
but then we went to a party
all welse people this time
and then some indians
and i loved them
straight people!
i forgot about all these straight people!
what do you do with them all the time?
i keep feel like i’m forgetting the most important part…
i ate too much
too much meat
YUM
it was made so well
tasted so good
i ate too much pudding
three different pies
YUM
and then
in the middle and either ends of all that
i drank too much wine
but it was the glass of water that threw me over the edge
i went to lay down on the floor
and was woken by bobbie
telling me to get in bed.
so i went to…
Sleep?
no,
i was with you
and we were like inseperable babies in a play pin
we were naked
and in and out of eachother in all sorts of ways
laughing and playing
all of these crazy shapes!
it felt such home!
i don’t remember now
it felt such home!
my heart’s burst!
i woke up with a horrible pain in my chest
horrible
hard to breathe
had to cough and cough
but mostly was aware of how i didn’t want to be awake
didn’t want to have anything to do with
west wales
or the UK
or ANYWHERE
i only wanted to fall back into my dream so i could be with you again
in that strange forever inseperable conjugal bliss
i was overwhelmed
but don’t feel it now.
still, i can look back on it
and imagine it as hangover
but remember it as a form of worship
i’ve been talking with god a lot lately
the day before …
two days before?
time drips by…
walking up the cliff side at solva.
a different one
i come over the crest and fell in love
with everything
and other lovers were there with me
others
coz all beauty and love must be shared
so it was god
and god was the sun and came out through the clouds
and hugged me
and it was all my lovers
and we laughed!
it was beautiful
and that dream with you was like that
like something i don’t feel much anymore
but something i felt with Robert in arkansas:
sex:
love:
a form of worship
being with god
being god
loving the whole world
healing the whole world
through getting lost in beautiful maniacle fucking.
(laughs)
such a strange dream
that i didn’t remember it at all
but i knew i needed to write to you
and then that came back
i have been writing for hours now!
not just to you
but eli
and other people
randomn people i don’t know
and then
people like you
like you?
my friend Leo.
diving in and out
so strange to feel you
different faces and different hearts
Leo: an archetype of love for this boy dominic
and you pass on to me your gifts of loving
i will gladdly carry them on
but right now i am tired
it’s five in the morning
and you are santa clause somewhere
or having tea with eli
the elfin grin i see on your face
the glint in your eyes
nearly brings tears to mine
i love being this raw and crazy in love
but why now?
the world needs it
thanks for doing your part
well, the part we do together
Ha!
love and blessings, m’boy
i’ll see you soon.
…domenicus
— Leo Joseph wrote:
> dear one,
>
> it was such a wonderful gift to talk with you last
> week!
>
> it is the closest we have had to a real visit since i
> left amsterdam.
>
> eli did call me last week and we talked for a while-
> doen’t look good for his father.
>
> he asked if we could meet up when i get over to s.r.
> which i will do today as i have an appointment for an
> eye exam there this afternoon.
>
> then to s.f. for a few days and back here, then to
> ukiah for the weekend. i become st. nicholas there on
> sat. for the holiday fair at the church. mass the next
> morning then home again.
>
> thanksgiving was very pleasant…
> michael and rose were up here and we all went to fred
> and sally’s for dinner… just like last year except
> you were here and i was not.
>
> how are you doin’?
>
> would love to hear from you.
>
> i will be home fri. night and sun. night.
>
> am thinking of my travels and seeing you again.
>
> by late january it will be time for our planets to
> cross paths again…
>
>
> love you and wish you were here… or i was there!
>
> leo
>
> ___________________________________

Date: Sat, 7 Dec 2002 20:49:47 -0800 (PST)
From: “dominick vyne” View Contact Details
Subject: Re: you
To: “my name is Eli”
You?
what is this talk about you?
i am sorry
i didn’t mean to leave you alone.
have you met leo yet?
i love him and miss him.
i am concerned about you.
yes i am afraid.
but
hey
that’s nothing new
i listened to “scatterheart” today
and realize how much i wish that for you
“there’s nothing i’d love to do more
than spare you from that burden
offer comfort and protection
if i only could
shelter you
from that pain
(just to make things easier on you)
— you’re going to have to find out for yourself.”
perhaps i worry about you in leiu of worrying about myself
i am also in a lot of pain
and so on and so forth
but you are you
and you are not me
(the lengths that i will go to
the distance in your eyes)
since your friend sent me the email about your dad’s Prions
i have eaten a lot of british beef.
hmmm, yum.
i like how she presented it
not in these words
but like
“well, damon was just one of the lucky 300 or so in america that have
just magically go this”
there is no such thing as safe.
everything is poison.
have i told you about the peacock?
it is one of my good memories of Mongolia
(no, actually, i never wore my red suede vest in mongolia)
i was told why pecocks are so reviered in buddhist teaching:
there are these
berried
that if anyone eats them
humans
animals
birds
babies…
They Die.
very strong poison.
but the pecocks, of course
they go around eating these berries all the time
the poison just makes them more beautiful.
(you’re gonna have to find out for yourself)
(63 65 69… 72)
so some of us are babies and people and animals and deamons and
some of us are peacocks
shake that hips
shake that die
ce
and roll is out
trip over your tail feathers
and fly around
there’s some pain in the air
but no
that’s not why i haven’t emailed you:
it’s been very hard for me to spend ANY time on my self the last three
or four or five weeks.
fucking xavier
and jacov
and bob
whatever
manifesting these attention suckers
these people around me that constantly demand all of my energy
i want a holiday!
nope!
but i am in wales now
west wales
where we’d take the ferry over to ireland, actually
but we’re not going to do that right now.
we’re going back to london tomorrow
and going to cologne on thursday
but we’ll not get into that with eli, no we won’t.
(just to make things easier on you)
we will, however, tell him a little about Solva
the small town were David Grey comes from
and how dominic
(our hero)
took off his boots and slung them over his shoulder
and walked many miles
for about three hours
along the cliff edges
YES
singing hyperballad and anchor song
and sail away and stony end
and… of course, a few others.
classics
our favourites
eli, i am very tired now
i walked bare foot!
the grass was so soft!
it was so pretty!
god and i are friends again
we love eachother
he came out from behind the clouds and hugged me
it was nice too.
i liked it.
and lost my little stone
oh.
(underworld song)
gee, i don’t know, elii
why haven’t you written me and told me something about your life
you gotta be a better translator
i mean
transmitter
you
mister reciever
(how does that go?
connector in
reciever out
you let me in through the back door)
i love you and stuff
and you have featured prominaentely in my Treams over the last few
hallucinagenic nights
( a girl at a party gave me some welsh mussshies)
( i walked through glastonbury, up the tor… ran through the hills…
ripped my pants up right through the skin of my legs )
we were performers
in a city devided between audiance and actors
this isn’t very different than reality?
we were very tired and had a lot of work to do
and it was hard to get everything to cooperate.
there were a few other dreams
other nights
but they were mostly like this.
and there are saints
and loved ones.
dreams.
and loved ones.
far away
hey hey
honey
give your daddy a kiss on the fore head
and take back the evil spell famous joe cast on him
and close your eyes
and put your hands on him
and go inside
and find him
and give him a hug
and open your belly
so that nasty black and blue empty space between you and your dad can
disappear
so you two can feel eachother before he disolves
you know that’s what pisces are all about: dissolving back into god
personality and soul falls apart
returns to the void
so catch the threads before they are just part of the ocean again
coz you’re a virgin
and can’t breathe underwater yet
ugh
i love you
goognight
i am very tired.
and, yeah
scared i will hurt you more than help you
… i am doing the best i can
( i am not trying to break your heart )
— my name is Eli wrote:
> why have you stopped writing?
>
> i miss you. are you afraid?
>
>
>
>

Date: Sat, 7 Dec 2002 20:32:58 -0800 (PST)
From: “dominick vyne” View Contact Details
Subject: ways to make simple math equations work with out the expected results
To: “Vince o”
hey, don’t you worry, mister
i’ll put you on my MSN messanger list when next i encounter it on a
computer
but here’s the thing i wanted to give you:
when i was 13 i discovered this in a book on sexual secrets
then, when i was 18
i studied yoga for two weeks with a husband and wife couple in Michigan
city, north west indiana
the man taught me this, a continuation of the thing i had been doing
since i was 13:
the muscle that is used to control pissing
called the “perineum” in western medicine
the “mulabanda” in indian yoga practice
… the “sandbar” as my childhood friends refered to it..
— right now you can feel it
squeeze it
know what i mean?
it’s a very powerful muscle
and it’s a very powerful energy spot
root chakra and all that, really
(laughs)
but here’s the thing:
it’s really powerful to use in sex.
it’s the muscle that controls how hard your dick is
and how much you can hold back from cumming
but also how well you can generate energy down there
so you want to know how to make 55 go into 24 more times than you might
think it should?
feel this muscle
(not with your hands, with your whole body)
and tighten it
feel that
let it go.
do this…
all day.
do it a lot
any time you think of it
do it quick
or do it slow
hold it three seconds
then let it go
or do it with the breath
one way
(hold; breathe in, relax; breathe out)
and/or the other.
eventually
the muscle will get much stronger
then you can do fancy energy stuff with it
but i’ll leave that for you and your imagination to explore
(remember, anything you dream of is possible…
like seeing me in london)
but i will give you a suggestion:
there is energy comming from everywhere
the centre of the earth
the farthest point in the heavens…
the computer at your feet
the sun
the moon
the telephone…
sample these energies
once you learn to use your mulabanda to hold your own energy
you can pull in others
(the centre of the earth and the centre of the heavens i have always
enjoyed and found most friendly)
and cultivate them in you
i only mention this
because if both of us do this
we can roll around in sexual bliss much longer
however
from the light in your eyes and the beauty of your smile
i am sure you have your own ways of cultivating your life energy
which i will be happy to feel
when you tell me you are comming to london
it’s great meeting you Vince
til then
see you in the dreaming:
…dominic
…vine
http://photos.yahoo.com/vyne23

Date: Thu, 5 Dec 2002 10:43:10 -0800 (PST)
From: “dominick vyne” View Contact Details
Subject: Re: empty tea-cup
To: chadventure@
i have not read
The Gift
by Hafiz
but i know well about tea-cup-talks-of-God
God? Love?
difference is?
Good? Love?
God? Lover?
Hmm, anyway
i think i know a poem of the same theme by rumi
or
i heard it in my dreams.
glastonbury was beautiful
i ran out of the house one day
one day i had enough energy
woke up early enough into the sun
and ran into the hills
up there
ripped up my pants on the thorns
many cuts on my legs
acting like a little animal in the forest
so so so beautiful
the skies so wide and far
saw the tor off in the distance
what is this magic?
the time in glastonbury was INTENSE
natalie is a luvely lady
and i won’t give you my judgements
but it was hard on me.
she took me to a party in bath
just after finding out one of he old friends had died
and she lives in the world of the normal brish people
where as you and i know plenty of people named things like
skywalker
or sky dancer
or zygote
or lucifer
and shellfish
her’s, there, were all things like
steve
and
shelly
and
cigarettes.
dying from emphazema
she refuses to quit smoking.
i have sever trouble being around people who know their problems
but persist in perpetuating them
if i were
perhaps
more into s&m
i would enjoy it more
however
i attract this energy often
so i must do my best to understand where it happens in me
perpetuate my own problems
…
have i done all this before?
party in bath
the crowd hailed i cut off my beard!
dead girl jumped off the bridge in yorkshire into the traffic
to end her painful and pointless life
want to prevent this ever happening again
steve would never stop smoking pot
as it would make him have to be active about things happening in his
life
!
and the house he lives in was filled with people using and ripping
eachother off
anger and frustration
unfair
oh, why such torture?
but this is small town england
small town world
what i know well
where i come from.
yes.
yes.
yes.
now i am in wales.
also with a man who insists on cutting my beard every day
swat away the hands i do
but the country is so
so so so so so
beautiful
david grey comes from a small town near here
i visited there
and climbed through turn of the centure lime kilns
then up a hillside
over the top
into the sun
who peeled away the clouds
to shine on my face
blinding me with the sea
reflecting through many harbours and islands
so beautiful
i was shocked
and had to laugh and hug and love
open my jacket
and take it all in
so so so so beautiful
what is all this talk of love and sadness?
just talk
smash that tea cup to the ground!
and i will be back in london on wednesday sometime
you will be staying at david/yacov’s?
cool cool
interesting household
we’ll be leaving for germany on thursday
if you see Valerie again soon
tell her to email me her interesting contacts in cologne
and
“we all went to heaven in a little row boat
there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt”
thanks kid
love and blessings
…dominic
— Chad Balester wrote:
>
> hello chai-wallah!
>
> Did you ever hear the poem by Hafiz, about Love wanting to come and
> smash up all your tea-cup talk of God? or was it God wanting to come
> and smash up all your tea-cup talk of love? I’ll lend you his book,
> ‘the Gift’.
>
> Trust you had an interesting experience with the Glastafarians. I did
> say I was leaving you in good hands but I don’t know Natalie so well.
>
>
> How is Fishguard? Are the cod on sentry duty tonight? and did you see
> the stars! the stars tonight like fragments of broken gems,
> glittering with the tenderness of broken-hearted men.
>
> and how about that eclipse this morning?!
>
> for now i am here in Painswick going nowhere as fast as
> stillness can fly, like a fool on a hill with the world going by
>
> But I did buy a plane ticket to Brazil today, rio amio mio,
> departing on the 25th december. would be good to meet up again with
> my ecliptic opposite before i go
>
> until then, much sag love and hemp candy to you
>
>
>
> and in the end the love you is equal to
>
> ho diddley da dah ! and lots of samba ….
>
>
> Chadha.
>
>
>
>

Date: Sun, 1 Sep 2002 09:51:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: “dominick vyne” View Contact Details
Subject: Re: eurofaerie Interview
To: “Coco Pierre”
i have been away from the computer for a few weeks
on a commune
and at the rainbow gathering
but here we go:
you can use the pictures Jan took of me
but which ones?
the term “buttman” makes me suspicious…
please don’t use the one of me lying on my back holding my legs showing
my asshole
it is so un’couth
(grin)
jan took many
answers follow:
— Coco Pierre wrote:
> memorabilia23@yahoo.com
> Dear Vyne/Dominic-
> I was just able to get your email address from Annelize/jan and
> DeeTour/Joost both in Amsetrdam. I am doing our (the Eurofaeries’)
> Newsletter “The MarieposaZeitung” from here in Berlin.
> Ive decided that I like the Photos that Annelize did with you in
> Masterdam
> and would like to use You as this issues’ ‘Buttman” (the Buttpage is
> the
> last page rather than a centerfold)
> I would like with this some words from you so that we can make that
> subject-subject connection.
> So perhaps a brief interview and series of questions and your anwers
> might
> be good fun.
> So.. who are you and how old do you think you are?
i have often found that people see me as very masculine
old and wise… long beard…
or very childish: a little boy
though some see me as a strong woman
a friend said he could clearly see all three personalities in me.
who am i?
i often describe myself as a door that many spirits use
my ego being the focal point that is crazy enough to let it happen
allow for the openness and translation
i am who i am with whomever i am with
whereever i am with
changing quiet constantly
depending on what needs to be said and heard
when i am on my own
i am sometimes a little animal
blissed out and supported by nature
when i am alone in cities
i am a hungry ghost
or street jesus
or angel
or kid…
just a kid.
> What has been the pull from your roots in usa to come to Europe?
well, i have no roots in the USA
i blow around a lot because of that
from tree to tree…
in a way
i am hoping to find my roots here.
in the one year i lived in england when i was 17
i experienced the strongest “rooted” feeling i have ever had in my life
manifesting in secure root ways like:
being very creative in physical ways
painting, cooking, drawing, sculpting, acting, singing
more so than ever before or since.
these gifts resonating in my genes are what i am searching for in
europe
but MORE importantly
i am here to get a clearer perspective on myself
and on America
— most of the peole in america are europeans, after all
and learning what craziness they left
their reasons
and their desires
helps me know what to do with them all
(and myself)
when i return
/
as well as Europe is much more mature
which in a way is stifling
but is very comforting too
there is a stable conscious/unconsciousness that exists here that i
have never felt in america
that which i am open to learn and feel
making myself a more full and capable person/traveller/window
(laughs)
> what have you enjoyed in this shift?
finding myself totally lost and feeling alien
then to find friends who recognize me
( i mean deeply )
and show me the home in myself that i hadn’t been recognizing
> What places have given you a sense of center?
Germany, for some odd reason, constantly made me feel safe and
comfortable
as did Switzerland
(perhaps this relates to “der Himmel ober Berlin” (correct the spelling
please), the film by Wim Wenders, which i watched a million times as a
teenager and resonates saftey and security in me…)
the german language makes me love christianity for some reason
makes me want to be a monk…
sing all day in devotion…
everywhere else has been scary and amazing and beautiful
but not centering.
> Who have you met along the way and how does faerieness enter into
> your and
> their life?
my arrival in europe was fairy land
amsterdam
mostly there i was surrounded by faeries
i only entered into the RFs in america two years ago
and though i love it
having been a faery my whole life
i don’t often get into big groups
the faes in Amsterdam reminded me how loving and supportive brothers of
the spirit and flesh can be (if you know what i mean) and i am so
greatful to them for that
they also reminded me, contextually, of how difficult things are if you
try too hard, something i constantly work with.
when i left Amsterdam
i moved into the more conservative work-a-day parts of europe
on down
and most of the men (gays , of course) i dealt with were more “bearish”
(as is my “type”)
showing them the magick
and seeing their own magick (mundane, but beautiful)
helped me combine the two
the magick of faes
and the magick of simplicty.
for the last month and a half i have been around all straight kids and
adults
shining my own unique magick that being a homosexual magickal boy
allows me
which enriches so many around me
and i am glad of
still, i am curious
what do these straight people think they are doing
wierd…
> Your now cooking in tuscany? for who and how did that come about?
i was cooking dinner every other night for a family, of sorts, in
tuscany, yes.
i knew a german girl i met on a mountain top in america before i left
magick, you know, it hapens all the time.
she told me about this place, Avalon, the same time another german girl
did.
i left there
did some rainbow gathering
and then went to stay with a boy i met (straight) at Heartwood in
northern california (where the Billies (a more level group, but similar
to faes… much cross-over) gather for new year’s) where i started
cooking for groups.
i cooked with him at a nature preserver/resturant/farm outside of
Bologna
…for a while
a friend from america just went crazy and flew to europe to find me
so i will probably grow wings and unite with him for a few weeks
before he returns to his mundane strange reality back in america.
in fact, i am catching a train in a few hours for Slovakia…
> Did you like Masterdam? germanY?France?
amsterdam is the most beautiful city i have ever been in.. .it forced
me (OUCH) to deal with my issues of instant pleasure and cheap highs.
i learned a lot.
germany was a land of angels and mountains… something i missed in
Holland ( LOVE! )
and france made me uncomfortable.. like i was a clumbsy dirty child…
but the beautfy overwhelmed me.
switzerland worked well…
serious
i made 800 euros in two weeks
many beautiful people
but i had to be serious and professional about it
i laughed a lot
and was naked and swimming and playing around every sunny day i was
there
italy, so far, is beautiful
old
dirty
hot
sexy
Straight!
machismo
and hilarious
i am in love with it
but don’t know my place
having had no sex here
it is like my feet are floating off the ground
though i was just rolling around in the mud at the rainbow gathering.
overall, europe is asking me to be less of a fool and more of an adult
but still begging me to play the jester.
the myriad of teachers i am seeing is alchemically helping me refine
myself.
polished stone.
it’s about time.
meanwhile, my hair grows longer and wilder…
> Has adventure been different in Europe than in usa?
i have been mostly living in the west coast of the USA for the last few
years…
any imagination has manifested instantly and things just work out all
the time, no stress.
europe has been TOUGH
but much more worth it, i feel
that is
harder earned
but more rich.
the language barrier has made me more quiet
write much more
and taught me some amazing things
yes yes, much different than america
not so easy
but so much more… Real.
> Have faeries been different as well and how the same or different
> from
> your perspective?
the faes are different, yes.
mostly, in america, i find the faeries exist in the american context of
the land of dreams
where anything wished for can be had
though we are constantly learning the price of living in dreams
there are many monsters there
nightmares
and no telling what will really happen when we wake up.
the faes i have met here are much more grounded
and in a way
it is more painful for them…
in america
i was used to seeing people who did not resonate that pain in their
everyday lives
more in the heartcircle.
my fae friends in amsterdam
especially the ones who have spent a lot of time and energy on
themselves
have hard-core manifestations they deal with EVERY DAY
once again
i repeat
— everything in europe seems much more based in reality
part of magic of the faes is their crazy imagination
so i see more painful crashes here
(as things manifest harder)
and also see more fulfilling creations…
artists…
i haven’t seen a fae in months now!
i look forward to reconnecting with them.
> Are you a Bottom or a Top or an equal opportunity lover?
my natural energy keeps me pretty much a Top
as it where
i am quite active
yet if someone matches me in my energy
i like to be rolled on my back
but it is difficult for me to just OPEN up…
i find that is very important in balancing my female side
but only want to really be a bottom with people i trust
getting INSIDE me
so i am taking it slow
any good teachers out there?
and i am not an equal oppurtunity lover, unfortunately
i used to have sex with EVERYONE
boys, men, girls…
but i stopped haveing sex with girls quite a while ago
boys too
not i am pretty focused on a TYPE
: older furry men of size and strength
which someone frustrates me
because when i meet beautiful people with other bodies
i just have no interest going to a sexual level with them anymore
i hope this phase will pass
but i am doing what i can to learn from why my desire leads me this way
being true to it…
> and how did you know?
and how did i know…
just life…
i know nothing.
> Aside from dick what else do you eat? are you a vegan?
i eat everything and anything.
i like being open to experience new things
as i said
i have learned that some things just don’t turn me on
so after a few times
i will ususally gracefully decline
if i can
however… i did eat raw liver from a still steaming body of a lamb
last year…
> Do you pay homage to, the goddess, the god, the spirits, the sciences
> or
> just yourself?
JUST myself?
well, all gods.
i treat gods(esses) as my friends.
everyone i meet i greet as a god
regaurdless if they think themselves of it or not.
i often thank manifestions as they come up and i am aware of them
as the earth and other gods working with my own energy
and sometime i do my best to just get out of the way and let other
spirits use me
trying is the problem…
i used to be very connected to many sciences and philosophies
so still access that reality at times
generally, i do my best to keep my reality flexible
appreciating all that i can.
> So tell us something about the virtues of Hair.you’ve got it all
> over.
Feels So GOOD.
to have
to be rubbed against
to raise on end when excited
to hold scent in
to get caught in the teeth!
and it’s the best organic recording device i have found.
> Would you like eurofaerie newsletter readers to see any links you
> prefer
> of you or other things and guys/gals?
Hmmm.
see here
http://www.geocities.com/memorabilia23
that is my current self-votex on line
i will update it as that progresses.
> Your now doing perhaps the chicest thing on MTV these days by being
> the
> nomad, whats that about? was the usa also a place of journey?
yeah, i have always been a trend setter… MTV is always copying me.
in fact, i was shocked that people have been treating me like i am rich
and cool here in europe… where in america they treated me mostly like
i was poor and not something to look at ( i am talking about in city
society)
a friend in Zuerich told me i am following understated fashion trends
who knew?
i did not really choose much of what i am
it is just the only way i can live and not be miserable all the time.
i like looking strange to get people’s attention
i like living my dreams and desires… i like setting a good
example…as best i can.
i left indiana at 17 went to England
quickly quit school an started travelling because the trains were so
good and i wanted to SEE It
upon returning to america
i realized i hadn’t seen any of it
so decided to travel for a year
as is my pattern
all my plans fell through
and i have just been travelling since.
yes, america is a big part of the journey
i am glad i have got to see so much there
and now.. i am learning about europe
i know not what next
it is just my life.
> What question would you like to be asked? ask it and send me the
> answer.
i think you have asked plenty, mister
and i have answered plenty…
there will be plenty more..
>
>
> Kisses and Hisses from Berlin,
> Cococpierre
> PS aside from this eMail address and your nomadic existance this is
> the
> only real working address for you?
>
Yep.
>
>
> =====
>
>
feel free to edit this as you need to
send me a copy so i can see what it turned out as
thanks
it was fun thinking about these things you asked
blessings
…dominic
…vine

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 08:41:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: dominick vyne
Subject: Re: Fwd: hi sexy
To: dominick vyne <vyne23@yahoo. com
Thank you for the big bear hug
and seeing your cute face
a great picture to save to look at later
your beautiful furry butt
and your beautiful furry body
yummmmm
i am in Zürich switzerland now
have been here a few days
the rain is pouring down
so i am staying inside
nice city, though
really beautiful, based around a lake
just before this i was in France… a town called Colmar
small old village
big churches
narrow streets
canals
houses of wooden framework
in german style
i have been visiting places and people
so it is not just the nice cities i have been seeing
but also beautiful, strange and interesting people who live there
of course, i was in amsterdam over four months
crazy beautiful city
many crazy beautiful people
more so
filled with tourists
even more and more as the spring came on
season got warmer
whole town flocked with people
hard to get through the small alleys
crammed with all those wide eyed drunk vacationers
of course
it made the gay bars intersting
all sorts of new trade passing through
and though many gay men are always disbelieving when i say this
having tons and tons of cheap sex just gets boring
i have had so much sex in my life!
i want to do it with someone now…
someONE
fuck and suck and do all that stuff
but with one person
— just because i never have, you know
so it would actually be new and exciting to just have one lover..
… for a while.
so, i have felt like that
meeting many beautiful men
having some great sex
and… some others.
highlights are these:
german mountain tops!
in the country or in the city
i found myself on a mountain top in Stuttgart and in Freiburg
almost without realizing it
just walking half-lost through the city
a million cultures:
all the same
with the smallest of differences
which changes everything!
have you travelled much?
while i was in Stuttgart
another man from melbourne i had met on ISPQ emailed me and told me
he
wanted to meet me in amsterdam… was i still there?
he was comming to Stuttgart for business and amsterdam for his
niece's
wedding!
so we met in stuttgart
and had a nice walk about
i have a friend in tazmania who is inviting me down
i would love to come
see melbourne
and some of the outback…
and work on a farm in tazmania
amazing stuff…
well, that's my little travelogue
vague and spread out
what story would you like to hear?
i look forward to meeting you
when i get down there…
and seeing more of you from time to time on line
(grrrrin)
hot man
HUGS
…dominic
— dominick vyne wrote:
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > —-Original Message Follows—-
> > From: “Harry”
> > To: “horsestorideon@hotmail. com”
> > Subject: hi sexy
> > Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2002 03:06:53 +1000 (AUS Eastern Standard Time)
> >
> > the url i had sent you was a big teddy giving you a BIG bearhug
> >
> > love to hear of your travels
> >
> > x x xx
> >
> > Harry
> >
> >
> >

From: “master rebel prince” Add to Address Book
To: memorabilia23 yahoo.com
Subject: life coats
Date: Fri, 03 May 2002 20:59:52 -0700
life coats
coats have always been important to me
and perhaps because i like being warm
and easily get cold
and like to be outside
when i am inside i like to be naked
so it’s heaters
or insulation
in a city
the coat i wear has to fulfil two additional functions:
to present myself as i wish to be seen
and to carry what i may need in the immesurable potential of
interactions.
in the country
the coat only has to keep me warm
which leaves much more luxurys for how it feels on me
how it keeps me warm/ how it vents
i was noticing this tonight
because my wrists hurt from holding my hands in the pockets of my pants
or
my leather jacket.
my leather jacket keeps me warm
but is too short
i am used to long coats
as well as it being very tight
form fitting
where as i am used to baggy spacious things
and have certainly been appreciating the girth in the arms for my hands
to
slip over eachother
as in wearing the dell
which, of course
i got experience in out in mongolia
and on top of Leo’s hill
i greatly prefer this
together relaxation
support and warmth building
continous channel flow circulation
so i walked through the city tonight with my hands hanging limp at my
side
neither pockets feeling comfortable
and i don’t really like gloves
because then i can’t play with my balls
or touch anything with accuacy
which brings me to finger juggling
my fingers can touch everything
there are primarily two ways of touching
active and passive
that is
to feel something,
read it, like brail or face or any such texture
or to impress it
manipulate it
sculpt it
then, of course, there is the dance of these two
like a potter uses
flowing with life
the fingers feel the turning of the wheel in the soft clay
and through this perception
know how much to press
to sculpt
everything can be touched
thoughts, of course, are my specialty
but that is how my mind works
through my hands
fingers like mind
fingers like mouth
— i should have one of these beautiful quiet boys teach me to talk
with
fingers
[uh]
i could teach myself for them
-where is the love?-
anyway
everything can be juggled
held
felt
controled
manaouvered
-whatever i imagine
over time, of course
i build blinders
and “forget” this
i once described it to a friend [named “aaron” for those who know]
as if writing:
very bluntly, big tools held in the hand, like a shovel or a hammer..
bigger things of life
varying down
like writing with a pen, more fine
or more delineated: typing on a keyboard [or playing piano]
yet life can get infintely detailed, depending on how much energy you
have
how much attention you pay to it
how much you love it enough to caress that aspect of it
and they piano you’re typing on could have a billion keys +
so, also, you could have a billion fingers
many sets
some very very very tiny
some large, fat
all sizes needed
to make the play smooth
believeable
comfortable
livable
progressive
satisfying
well
we are often all much better at feeling our sway over breathing
than consciously controlling our hearts
but there are times…
Rebel Prince
-by rufus wainwright-
Where is my master the rebel prince
Who will shut all of these windows
It’s these windows all around me
It’s these windows who are telling me
To rid my dirty mind of all of its preciousness
Where is my master the rebel prince
Bet breaking everything trying to get to me
In this two-bit hotel
Just to me before this windowsill
Does rid my dirty mind of all of its preciousness
Oh I can see him now
Though it’s so far away
Amongst the roving crowd
Going the other way
Confounded anger burning with love for me
Oÿ est mon maätre le prince rebelle
Qui va fermer toutes ces fenÆtres
Ce sont ces fenÆtres autour de moi
Ce sont ces fenÆtres qui m’appellent,
Qui m’appellent
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
I’m leaving the Roosevelt hotel
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
I’m leaving the room we knew so well
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold

From: “wild horses” Add to Address Book
To: llsomer@
Subject: the things i didn’t say and the things i want to say and the things never said.
Date: Mon, 04 Mar 2002 19:29:43 -0800
Hullo Dad
i am writing to wish you a happy birthday.
i am writing because i wish there was love between us.
i think about you all the time.
i cannot help it.
almost everyone i have met here in amsterdam is a pisces
i am going to a million parties
men born in your very same year
i cannot help but think of you
and how much distance there is between us.
but really
what would we do together?
i don’t know
but i cannot forget
i have been seeing a lot of theater
it is mostly filled with fear and pain
not just entertainment theater, you know
art theater
so
lots of killing and abuse and screaming
and doing their best to deal with pain
it made me want to write a hate letter to you
because we never talk
so i just assume you hate me
hanging up the phone on me
but i wrote the letter
and couldn’t send it
it just made me sick for days.
i have just moved into a new apartment
0031 20 427 9874
dominick vyne
Laagte Kadijk 13c
1018 BC Amsterdam
Netherlands
given to me by a friend who is a theater director and actor
he is currently touring a show called “Jason’s Zonen”
about fathers and sons…
it’s lots of talking
lots of trying to explain
lots of screaming
anger
confusing
and the boy convincing the father to die at the end
coz
well
all fathers do, eh?
it sure would be nice to have a nice child hood with you
but in lue of that
it would be nice
to
somehow
find a way to love
realy
before you die.
are you doing well?
i don’t know anything about you.
i mean
i never really did
just what i was scared of.
and you never knew much about me
just what you hated in yourself
if i remember correctly
i feel like i just keep repeating our relationship over and over again.
i mean
not always
but when i love someone
and i take them in my arms
i am always aware of the pain
of being unloved.
of being un able to allow myself to be loved.
of being scared.
oh well, memories, eh?
i hope you’re doing well.
my heart is sore.
but i remember over and over
it’s not hate
it’s love.
we all do the best we can.
just know
for your birthday
i wish you love.
i wish i would love you with my full heart
clear of fear
i wish that you be surrounded by people who really love you
real love
people looking you in the eyes
with love
accepting you
someone you can talk to
and let your emotions out to
someone
or many
you can look at
and feel your heart over fill with joy
spilling out in laughter
or hugs
or kisses
love.
more than happy
i wish you a blissful birthday
a celebration that you’re still alive
coz you still have so much you want to learn and teach
share and experience.
as far as other things
i would like you to do something for me, please.
take the money out of the roth IRA
and keep whatever of it you need to pay taxes.
i have no money right now.
so i am staying here for a few months instead of travelling
to get some massage clients going on…
but i don’t like what i hear of the american government
know that it’s not that i don’t respect you
i just care about money and stuff like that for some big future
i’d rather give it to people who can use it now.
my friend who i went to mongolia with last year
ended up giving me the trip
but filed it [he just sent me an email telling me this]
and filed it as 5700$
having had no taxes pulled out of that
i assume it will be substantial
i suggest you kill the IRA for me
use whatever money you need for taxes
and keep whatever you want for yourself
giving the rest to Mother
i offered to give him some more money for the trip too… coz i really
didn’t do 5700$ worth of work
but he hasn’t responded yet
i just sent it tonight.
anyway
that way
you don’t have to worry about me not paying my taxes anymore
coz i won’t be being taxed on anything.
i just don’t want to be a part of certain aspects of society, Father
many of them you esteem and view as the only way of living
think of me as a monk
or a priest
i am cared for by the hospitality of the world
those who need to learn from me take me in and care for me while i
impart my
experiences
those that need to teach me
take me in and care for me while they share with me their experiences
often we do it for eachother at the same time
i have lived in communities
and will do so again
i am currentlly exploring the idea of becomming a part of a classical
spritual society, like buhhdist or orthadox greek
i need to learn some discipline and skills beyond what i have.
i don’t want you to worry about me
and i don’t want you hate me
or fear me
or fear for me
or be angry
or shameful about me
i want you to come to peace with me
but not by crushing my life and controling me
as you are want to do
but by accepting me as i am
and trusting me
and having faith that i live my life on my own path
and no matter how it goes
it is my life
and i will be OK.
i am still young
and working it out.
and you
mr rabbit
mr fish
you are 51 in a couple of days
blessings to you.
enjoy the journey
enjoy the scenery
enjoy the beauty
and send my love to the family.
…dominick–>
…vyne~~>
________________________________

From: “wind for the sail-boat” Add to Address Book
To: weirwolf@bigfoot .com
Subject: healthy addictions?
Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2002 06:43:54 -0800
so, i am curious
have you ever LIVED in cities?
what is your history on your geography
now that you mention paris
i remember Hans saying something about you having a flat there
or something
so i suppose you must have lived there for a time
you just don’t have the view points of someone who hasn’t lived in
cities
so i am curious
i actually find the city of amsterdam very pleasing
and this may sound strange
but the people are the same as ever
that is
i would be happier ignoring most of them
so generally i do
still
watch with a grin, the way of life for so many livers
enjoy the children and the arty kids and the queens and the tourists
for a second or two
glancing over water and sky and buildings
i really like the layout
like the selection of things
the closing hour of all the shops i find slightly annoying, but enjoy
keeping my consumer attitudes down to a low anyway
and the cheap sex industry is, like all, greatly dissatisfying
and i have reaped a few interesting relationships out of a bar or two
fragmenting out through the ones i have found from the internet
in various forms or another
there is a quiet, still
strange
if listened to
known not to be a silence at all
but a static
like a de-tuned radio
or televison, in the old days, before the blue-screen
if the static were dove into like an ocean of filaments
an endless number of directions could be taken
though i cannot help thinking they would all be equally pap
useless like candy, but occupying indeed.
still
what i have just experienced is an awareness of the stories people give
to
me
and of my desire to be creative
and work with words
so i made a new journal
out of my old red jodpuhrs
i made it expressly to write down events
because most of my journals have all just been me musing of my emotions
and
thoughts.. existential shit talk.. not the actual story, but the notes
in
the margin.
so i have heard enough comments from peole telling me to write it all
down
so i made this new book
so i startd
and have found
if i stop writing
i get horribly tense
like a large burden is on me
i have to get it out
and it’s not realy amazing or anything
i mean
i’ve not gone back and read a lot of it yet
but i am just starting
already gone through the first sheaf of my 13…
so i got a place in rotterdam
popped up
my own room
here i am
it is a good place to transition to england as i know if it i choose to
totally different than amsterdam and the belgian cities i’ve been in
and even a different twist on what i saw in cologne
and perhaps it’s just because i am staying with a british guy
who has been here 27 years, none the less
but
i just keep thinking of how this is so similar to places i’ve been in
the UK
anyway
if i can make something happen in going to belgium, i am.
and i think going back to stay in Hans’s flat would be great
because i can sit
finish off some
or start some
or continue with
the stories i am working there, re-writing them
it’s a fucking joke!
with the exception of Hans
the rest of the people i am dealing with are just so obviously
past-player-shit
it’s amazing
i have five pisces there now!
and a Leo… who i cannot help feeling dramatically tied to already in
some
strange twists and pulls
but he’s a tango singer and
there free classes in april
cities are strange.
but i do find the flow of amsterdam so pleasing
what cities do you like?
of course
i am very tempted to just come there and run around barefoot in that
sun
i insantly convinced myself that early may would be better in ireland
than
now
future, though
i am , perhaps, addicted to travel
and the idea of living.
should i choose to accept my mission
i will stay in han’s house until early april and then head to england
london
jump around
then to ireland
the friend who was going to let me use his cottage will be there
and said he’d like to travel around the island with me
so i will take that option – end of april
then come up to see you
work on some ideas with you
and countryside
and whatever our particular dynamic creates
then…
france? Morocco? spain?
southern germany and czeck republic with dashes of poland and peppering
of
austria?
cave?
seems i keep getting this story twisted…
anyway
winter time
rest
house!
later in the quiet
in late spring
when things will be warming and so green.
whenever, however
i look forward to it.
…vyne~~>
_____________________________

— i remember this was the day of the royal wedding
of… some prince
and Maxima– a girl from Argentina.. i think
the whole town was a party
2002 02 02
love love
i felt like it was really sweet
and i was happy the whole country was together over parties
intead of terrorists
as was happening in the US