Starfucker: addendum

Please Note: None of the errata below actually involve fucking any high-wattage stars. We've all fucked porn stars and Jim Verraros. They don't count.

I just got an email from my friend Glen. Last night when I tried to call him his answering machine message was in a suave French dialect, no doubt to throw off slacker college kids trying to turn in late papers. Glen's written to express concern over my apparent manic behaviors. He's also included a list of his own star encounters, which spans the length and breadth of twentieth century American culture.

Yet I had dinner with Tippi Hedren once, plus in the 60s I touched the sweaty arm of one of the Shangri-Las and was almost run over in Times Square by Liz Taylor's limo, and I've met Toni Morrison, James Merrill and John Ashbery, and I spent an afternoon with Samuel Delany (no shit was eaten), and was once in the same room with Jorge Luis Borges. I rode down in an elevator with an NFL quarterback (doesn't matter which one, does it?), and I shook hands with Hubert Humphrey. I've had sex with three porn actors (all low-wattage stars).

Sorry, Glen. I have been weird lately. Perhaps it's because I spent all weekend watching The Night Porter and also that I have no friends. Please do not look to my blog for any indication of my mental state. Now, not only are you mentioned in this stupid blog that takes up waaaay too much time that should be spent prepping the latest social movements book for production, but you are quoted directly, and without your permission. Your list of star-crossings is impressive. One question: when were 'the 60s'?