sodome

One year without a cigarette. No foolin',

Jus' when I'm figuring "it doesn't get any better than this..." life gets better. Again.
Ever day my existence is a little weirder/wetter/wackier/more full of sweet, juicy people.
Last week in Montreal I found a hotel room I want to move into. My main squeeze says I wanna live there 'cause my room at home is such a crammed-full-of-junk&tech-toys, and she has a point, but she didn't see the hotel room. 2 walls of mostly windows, bed, desk & sink, all of it overlooking the hoppingest intersection I know.

(Montrealers, you're very cool, but when you're walking downtown you don't look up any more than Torontonians do, and you're missing one heck of a show. Really)


So- got to share that room and a couple others with some intensely lovely beings. Yes.
Ate. Drank. Slept a little. Kissed a lot. Got to eat a lotta chocolate.
Got to point my camera at some extraordinary (and extraordinarily patient, adventurous, magically cute) people.
Got to briefly meet the wondrous lemonkid.

Had 2 weird long-distance conversations with people far away who used to be very, very close to each other.
One of them won't say they're jealous but won't lay off implying I've done something wrong by flirting with the other.

I get jealousy. I just don't get blaming other people for feeling jealous. I also hate being cast as a homewrecker without even getting kissed yet. It's sort of premature, like parenthood through dry humping or sunburn through thinking about a trip to Australia.

My body pretty much fell apart near the second half of my stay, and I had to cancel a few shoots, but before that happened I got to take some more pictures I'm incredibly proud of.

Mostly recovered now, and just returned from an afternoon that I don't think i ought to write about.

Parts of my life have been consistent enough for long enough that I kinda take them for granted sometimes. For instance, though I'm grateful every day for my sweet and deeply freaky friends, it's not a daily, foregrounded part of my awareness to remember the specific ways in which we may be an aytpical bunch.

We all tend to share habits of much-better-than-average communication, intermittent political activism and an enjoyment of just a little more kink than the average bear. OK, so maybe we're a community of dirty old perves who keep busy in a variety if ridiculous ways... The side effects of being in that kinda community become a little invisible after a while too, until I recap my morning's email and realize "I just turned down 6 invitations to events involving some kind of group sex, and this month's still going to be unusually full of pileups."

I'm having a day/week/month of trying to notice these things, trying to be truly aware and thankful for all the myriad of small but important ways in which I'm blessed; trying to be more overtly supportive of the friends & lovers who're making this such a wild ride.

Thanks, all.

Anyhow, I just got back from a day that stands out significantly from the general run of perversion and debauchery, in which a lover and I did something neither of us had ever done before --without using any complex paraphenalia, endangering our health or breaking any (federal) laws we're aware of. It's not a deliberate tease not to give more detail, and it wasn't especially evil or irresponsible- there's just privacy stuff at stake. Not everybody has the luxury of being as public a slut as I am.
BIG fun, in a silly, nasty kind of way... I'm still kind of worked up.

Finally got my squeeze's web site up, too. I might post a link when it's a little prettier and the more obvious glitches are worked out. If/when I do, anyone running a bunch of different browsers on windows feel like givin' me a little bit of feedback? We're now a 6 computer household if you don't count palm devices (can you say geeks who oughtta get out more!?) but there isn't a windows machine in the bunch, and it'd be great to know how badly it falls apart over there in the other 88 percent of web users' experience.

'nuff procrastination.