It's late, I'm beat, but before I hit the sack, I must titillate whatshisname and other primitives stalking franksolich.
There's a lot of difficulties involved with stalking franksolich, including the fact that only three photographs of franksolich have ever appeared on the internet. (Usually for the sake of internet safety, I suggest one post only photographs of oneself as an infant, but I don't even go that far.)
One of them was posted here about, oh, a year ago, but it had been taken in the early 1980s, franksolich feeding ducks. It's true I look the same now as I did then (or so other people say, and a lot of people say that), but it's an old photograph anyway. The other of them was posted in one of my the-primitives-stalking-franksolich stories, from last spring, but that one shows me away at a great distance.
And then there's a third one.
And I say this only because I fully and sadistically intend for the stalking primitives to go on a wild-goose chase. This is a photograph of franksolich, but it is not connected with franksolich, or his real name, or what primitives think his real name is.
There is actually a photograph of a nude franksolich on the internet.
Okay, go for it, primitives.
I didn't put it there, and I have mixed feelings about it. In the first place, it's a rather ordinary photograph of a rather ordinary guy laying in bed reading a book, unaware that someone is at the door with a camera.
It's a back view, and as I've often said, God when depriving franksolich of ears at least gave him a great head of hair, so while my head is there, my face isn't recognizable.
And so it's not especially embarrassing.....as long as one doesn't know it's franksolich.
As long as one doesn't know that, it's not a big deal.
The big deal happened in real life. I was staying with friends in Vermillion, South Dakota--this was four years ago--a married couple in their 30s (just to make it plain that both franksolich and the culprit are utterly heterosexual here).
One night, just before I went to sleep, I was reading in bed, facing the wall, my back to the door.
Because I can't hear, I wasn't aware that the husband came to the door, opened it, and snapped a photograph.
I was aware at the sudden flash though, and he would've gotten a totally different sort of photograph half a second later.
Okay, one is always free to take advantage of franksolich if franksolich is being stupid or careless or fallibly human, but it's unsporting to take advantage of franksolich because he's deaf.
That's a definite no-no, an utter absolute no-no.
franksolich tolerates a great many things, but that, definitely not.
It's unsporting.
It took a couple of years for our association to get back on track--franksolich if nothing else is ultimately a forgiver--and it probably would've never gotten back on track if the photograph in some way was connected with franksolich (friends around here of course recognize it, but they aren't primitives).
Okay, stalking primitives, go find it.
Good luck.
