Mangos. When a mango is perfectly ripe, its perfume is irresistably enticing, and there are regions of deep tropical red and orange on a vast pool of cool green on its skin, its ready for consumption. Peel back the rind in four leaves and smother your face in it. Creamy sweet, and dancing on your tastebuds. Juice running down your cheeks. Even better when you have them sit in an ice bath for a while, refreshing treat.

Simpson action figures. A new collectible obsession. I used to be an avid consumer of comic books. Four years ago, when I was in a dire financial state, I crossed comics of my list of weekly essentials. Even though I am at a decent financial level now, once you stop keeping track, its a real bummer to get back into the game, so I never did. But then Simpson action figures came out last year. Something I could start collecting on the ground floor (I have everything that has come out so far). They are simple but beautifully crafted, and they talk when you put them in their interactive environments. Direct quotes from the shows. Geek. Geek. I like geeking out.

Foggy days in NYC. They don't happen very often here. We had a real thick one roll in a couple of days ago. It gives Gotham a fantasy like feel. And each particle of wet air that hits you smells different. Its great if your in a tall building, cause it looks as if most of the city is in a blackout at night. All the lights sparkle diffusely. It just seems as if you are in the best place in the world and the cameras are rolling cause the art department finally got the background right.

My belly. Its not huge, but it ain't a six pack. Its round and supple, kinda like a large firm breast with a little fur on it. Nothing relaxes me more than lightly running circles over it with my fingers.

Silk, satin, any natural fibers that are smooth. I usually only buy clothes and sheets that make my skin smile. A garment that acts freindly with my body movements is okay by me. And silk sheets, mmmmmrowwwwl. Anything done inside silk or satin sheets gets wonderfully amplified to a near paradise state.

Late seventies/early eighties porno. No breast implants. Good portion of the women seem to actually like what they are doing, and have genuine orgasms on camera. Nothing turns me off than fake over the top screaming and moaning. Sprinklings of anal sex here and there, not like today where every scene has to wind up with the man taking a trip up the old Hershey highway. And it was all shot on film, so skin looks yummy.

Sticks. In particular strong chopsticks. I fiddle non stop. I actually feel naked sometimes unless I have a stick, pen, or pencil in my hand. It all stems back from when I was a lad. I would go into these trance like states, dreaming up fantasy worlds, directing all the action with the stick in my hand. Ended up going to therapy because of it. See, I would make all the sound effects out loud with my mouth, and it was very hard to snap me out of the trance if I was deep in a scenario. Lots of superhero stuff, creating new wacky cartoons, and re-enactments of battles, all bouncing around in my brain. Nowadays, I don't go that nuts, but nothing helps me focus my creative energies and fantasies than a stick in my hand.

Multiculturalism. A huge benefit of living in NYC is that you get to experience vast amounts of different cultures without venturing very far. There is not one ethinicity or culture that I have not found something wonderful, positive, or interesting in. We need to move towards one world government, and a place like NYC can definitely be a launching pad for that type of idea. I feel sorry for anyone trapped in a xenophobic universe. Anytime I hear someone say "ew thats gross", "they're crazy", or "that is way too strange" when they hear of another way of living in the world, I feel pity. The one beautiful thing of having so many cultures on this planet and you shit all over it? Grow up.

Sick humor. Well, what most people would consider black comedy, non-pc, or just plain outsider giggles. If you can take any situation and have a humorous spin on it, then you are one of the few, the proud, the strong, the happy. Of course it is always better when what your spoofing is something that exists within your world, or that you actually have some fondness for, or else it just comes out as bitter grumpy drivel. But the best comedy comes from taking a horrible situation that you were in and finding the comical aspects of it. Chuckles abound!

Okay I am worn out from trying to be positive. I'm gonna go and kick somebody.