I have just begun reading Secret Historian: The Life and Times of Samuel Steward, professor, tattoo artist, and sexual renegade by Justin Spring, and I kid you not, gang, but by page 15, Samuel is a teenager who has just moved to Columbus, Ohio and he has oral sex with Rudolph Valentino in downtown Columbus at the Deschler-Wallich hotel on July 24th, 1926. This is just weeks before Valentino died. Valentino had made a stop in Columbus between Chicago and New York City.

The irony just is so fucking boundless, isn't it, gang??? I mean, everything about it. Even the fact that it was 2 days after my birthday! Okay -- many, many, MANY years before I was born, but still! How cool!!

My wee bonnie little mind is just simply blown gang. Whew. Thank you, Samuel, for keeping your freaking diaries (to put it mildly)!!