Letters from the Inside, Michael Swango, #99

[Ed.: This is the most graphically obscene letter he has sent. Trust me when I say I NEVER encourage this, never write anything even vaguealy about romance or sex and have countless times told him not to.]


Dear Kelly,

Let me answer and discuss your most recent letter (just received) with a promise (ongoing and continuous) to write more--much more--over the long "holiday" weekend: Columbus Day. I'm sure you and ever other non-federal employee in America will be working. You have to wonder how, in our ultra-politically correct era, the day celebrating the "white genocidal colonist & Native American enslaver/slaughterer" has endured. Just kidding.

KK--when I feel some of your real pain in your letters, you have no idea how much I wish I could help you and comfort you as a friend and as a FWB. [Ed.: OMG!] Because you definitely need both right now. You need someone with you close to 24/7 to keep that astonishing and wonderfully sexy mind off of doom and gloom...and to focus on positive solutions to real problems. I certainly would and did, evenin the days when you believe I was a complete sociopath (which I was not, as I've patiently tried to explain even as I myself try to understand...) My story of the United Airlines flt. attendant is one example---will share.

Mainly we would discuss your brilliant and always entertaining writing, KK. That is in my humble opinion, the key to solving your financial problemss, which I know are devastating and 24/7 worrisome and life sucking. Trust me, been there.

I will expand on this in my weekend letter (making a note of it now.)

I know something else you need. Don't laugh or say, "there he goes again." I have had several FWBs during my life--and at least twice those intense but limited relationships were life-savers/once for her and once for me. Again, laugh if you will, but I am deadly serious. Wish I could be with you at night in those hours betw. 2400 & 0400, those hours when things can seem so hopeless and bleak. You need that hunger, that desire, the knowledge that a man who understands you, who "gets" you, who you cannot drive away with even your most obnoxious behavior. :-) That the man wants to be inside you, deep inside you, wants to feel your body, your mouth lovingly wrapped around him as he comes inside you, calling your name as you and he make love, as he feels your orgasm deep in your pelvis as he pumps his living seed inside your vagina and ass. [Ed.: WTF?]

I don't say this to be prurient--I say it to tell you the absolute truth. That I will always try to give you, even when you don't want to hear it.

***

Again, promise more on your writing. You can and will pay all the bills and more with your remarkable gift.

Now to your letter:

> I still want to see Catfish. Please tell me the great "twist" . Knowing these things before I see a film doesn't bother me in the least.

>Will put Shopgirl on my list. It's quie brief as books go, isn't it?

>I know what you mean about Shia LeBouf. Annoying to be sure.

>Your nightmare with the endless interviews for that PR job and the idiots you have to deal with...that's one enormous blessing of medicinc and nursing: If you have the skills, you will have a job, and one that pays well. None of these ridiculous games you described so well. Eff them, Kelly--you're better than they are.

Don't be miserable and scared. Stop the nightmares. You are not lost, and you are not rudderless...your anchor and life preserver is your writing. You just don't realize it yet.

Promise to follow up. Don't despair KK. I'm thinking of you a lot these days.

Your good friend and believer in you,

XOXO

--Michael