Post by desmond hudson on Apr 19, 2014 21:32:19 GMT
THESE DAYS ARE NUMBERED
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FULL NAME: Desmond Grey Hudson
NICKNAMES: Des
AGE: Twenty-three
BIRTHDAY: 21.-06-1990
CURRENT CITY: NYC, NY
HOMETOWN: Boston Mass
EDUCATION: Yale University drop-out
OCCUPATION: Writer
FACEBOOK NAME: None
TWITTER HANDLE: None
INSTAGRAM: None
TUMBLR URL: None
HEIGHT: 6'0
WEIGHT: 150 lbs
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Brown
FATHER: Markus Hudson | Henry Goode
MOTHER: Elisabeth Lisbon
SIBLINGS: Ava Hudson
OTHER: Pearl Monroe, ex-wife
PETS: None______________________________________________________"Markus and I always knew we wanted children, it was a fact that was clear even at the beginning of our relationship. It wasn't till we met Elisabeth that it actually became a possibility; as artificial insemination back then wasn't as common as it is now, it was rare to find someone not only willing but beautiful, intelligent, and healthy. It was decided that Markus would pass down his last name as it looked better on a resume, and I would pass down my genes as they looked better in an interview.
On June 21 we welcomed our gifts, two beautiful children. Together we chose the name Ava (which means life) and Desmond (which means gracious defender). Two healthy, bouncy babies; we treasure them each day. As children they had everything we could offer - private schooling, music lessons, sports memberships, access to country clubs. And they excelled in every area, honestly they did. Markus and I were constantly cheering them on at academic as well as sporting events, at private functions we weren't shy to show them off.
As for where they are now, we couldn't be more proud. Ava has graduated, passed the bar, and is now a lawyer. Desmond attended Yale, and wrote a novel. If there was a reason for gay marriage to be embraced and completely legalized, they are the reason! ""Marrying Des was the biggest mistake of my life.
I know people just say that, but I actually mean that is was the biggest mistake of my life. I met Des when I was only twenty, I was in New York for New Years and had forgotten my fake ID at the hotel. He was smoking outside, and I swear if you had taken a picture of him to paste onto cigarette cartons, those cigarettes would be sold out in minutes. I asked him to pretend to be my boyfriend, he obliged. It was funny though, because when we were actually in the bar, he disappeared. And that really should have been the first sign, he was really shit at reading my advances. Anyway, everyone got completely wasted, I grabbed him for my New Years kiss, and that's how I met Desmond Hudson.
I didn't get his number, he didn't ask for mine, and I Facebooked him. Looking back on it, I was doing all the work. I was asking him out, I was planning dates, I was asking him to marry him, I was filing for divorce. I really don't know what's wrong with him, I think he might be legitimately retarded.
The relationship was crumbling from the very beginning, but I failed to clue into it. I was too enamoured with his face, and his general "mysteriousness" (if that's what it's called). We chose Bali for our honeymoon, and on the last day he turns to me and says, "you know, Pearl, I think I'm going to stay here." I thought it was a joke, so I laughed. It wasn't a joke, fourteen days into marriage and he'd had enough.
I know this sounds like a loud of mumbo jumbo or whatever, but that's what happened. We met, we married, very shortly after we split up, and he spent a year writing a book in fucking Bali... Fuck, I'm a moron.""When Desmond and I first met, I couldn't have been more in my element and he couldn't have been more out of his. Twenty and still at NYU, I was damp with sweat and wearing bondage style underwear, skyscraper heels cutting my circulation off from the ankle downwards. I first saw him upside down, what with being halfway up a pole and clinging on with my thighs, ready to swing myself down. It sounds uncomfortable, but it can't have been half as uncomfortable as he was. Des had been dragged to Ithika's club by friends, and he looked as enthusiastic about this turn of events as a man walking to the guillotine. Something about him pulled me in. I'd like to say that I sensed a kindred spirit, or that I went over hoping he'd be an easy sell. But in truth I just thought he was cute. I hate myself.
Anyway, something about Des made me cut the bullshit. Instead of introducing myself as Heidi I opted for Dasia (thought he's still convinced that that's a stripper name I just adopted). Instead of telling him all about how bad boys get me wet or what the fuck ever, I ended up talking to him about school, about how uncomfortable he was, about how the whole reason strippers smell like baby powder is because it's the scent of antibacterial spray. I liked him. By the time he left we'd become acquaintances, and over the years since then I've crept into his life bit by bit... actually, I've just kind of lodged myself into it, and he's too polite or weak or lazy to do anything about it.
Don't get me wrong, part of me actually hates Desmond Hudson. Des is brooding and mysterious and reclusive. If these traits were to manifest themselves in someone who wasn't an overprivileged, good looking young man, they'd be translated as self-indulgent, boring and socially challenged. Des can be all of these things. But he does get away with it, and whilst his privilege helps, I do think it's more than that. It's genuine. He's very genuine. A parody of himself perhaps, but it's underlined by a very genuine sadness. That's what keeps me coming back to him when it seems like he'd rather I didn't. Which is a lot of the time, by the way.
I do hate him a little. There are times where it's just the two of us, and we're just hanging out in his apartment, and he'll say something... not anything major, it'd literally just be something like "I like your hair like that", or "don't go yet", and my stomach will flip over or my breath will get caught in my throat and I have to force it to settle. When he disappeared to Bali it was better, I could find my feet. As overdramatic as it sounds and probably is, I'm not myself around him... or I'm too much myself, and not the self I want to be.
Does that even make sense? Forget I said anything. Des is great. His book is available from all major retailers and makes for the perfect vacation read. Cheers."_________________________________________The truth is, I was really fucking sick of everyone.
They're really fucking obnoxious. There's only a couple I can sincerely tolerate.
And Pearl wasn't one of them. I don't know why the fuck I said yes. She just had this really pathetic look in her eyes, like a deer when you're about to hit it. You can either plough it down, or swerve to avoid it.
I suppose I was swerving, but she ended up getting all gory anyway.
I write alone. I know this makes me selfish, I couldn't put my pen down.. Something climbed on my hand, and kept it heavy on my notebook, I just kept scratching the ink against the paper and suddenly I had a book.
So a year later.. after it was published and all, I moved back to New York. Everyone still makes me sick though, all they care about is free wifi._________________________________________
★★★★ 4/5 Goodreads
'The Yard Sale' is a 2013 novel by Desmond Hudson. Wikipedia
Published: December 17, 2013
Author: Desmond Hudson
Original Language: English
Characters: Callahan Morrow, Odette Beaumont, Nathan Rickard, more
Genre: Fiction, first-person narrative
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AGE: 22
PLAY-BY: chris abbott
MEMBER GROUP: nyc
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