Our porch doesn't have wind chimes.

A friend of mine makes great CDs. He is a real master of beat mixing and matching, but his aesthetic sense is sometimes lacking. I sometimes help him with his covers -- for example, I did a draft of the cover for Dominator 2001 (which for I did my version or an alternate one).

He called to see if I would be around so he could give me his latest, Dominator 2003 (mixed for IML of course). I was out with a friend, so he was just going to drop it off in the mail slot.

He called an hour later. "How close are you with your neighbors?"
"Huh?" I asked.
"I accidentally dropped your copy off in your neighbors mail slot. I thought your mail slot was on the left, and I realized as I put it in the door that it was the wrong house. I put the disc in the house to the west of yours."
The woman to my west is 62 and single.

When I got home, I saw that she was driving up and I asked her if she got a CD dropped in her mail slot. She chuckled. "When I got it, I wondered if someone was trying to tell me something." She handed it over, no fuss no muss.

Moments that Matter II

This weekend in Chicago was International Mr. Leather. This is the season of lilacs and leather chaps. M., my friend J. and I went to the Leather Mart, a two story "expo" of all the leather goodies. Merchants fly in from all corners of the globe with their leather vests, mondo dildos and urethra expanding kits. *shudder* It was very surprisng to me to find so many medical instruments in the expo. M. asked if they were illegal, and I don't think so, but I don't think that they should be administered by anyone other than a trained professional. I left them in the dark as to the true nature of many of them: ignorance is bliss.

Later, two of my friends went out to Pornopolooza 5 where you had porn stars dancing, teasing and gyrating for the crowd. I have a new favorite porn star Patrick Knight. The three of us felt he was breath taking. The event did get my motor running: bouncing sweaty, semi-naked bodies are always a turn on.

The clock struck 2 am and the three of us headed home, well before the main throng of porn stars made it through. I stripped off my smoke smelling clothes, and spooned up to M., laying on his side. When I reached my arm around him, he lifted up his so I could get my arm into the hug. Of course, I would like a life of hard bodies surrounding me eager for sex, but remarkably this was more satisfying than the Patrick snapping his jock strap band.

That is my new definition of home. That one moment.

Moments that matter

My home life is very very odd right now (and not without a fair bit of stress.) So the mood indoors is shading everything I write.

One of my best friends came into town for business and it was good to spend some time with him. One of the little moments I found really shocking was when he scrolled through his wife's cell phone (he doesn't have one; he borrowed hers for the trip) and there was an entry for his 6 year old. Yes, his six year old boy has his own real working telephone that makes outbound calls. My friend told me his son answers on the first ring. Always.

Which blows me away -- to put things in perspective, my mom died when I was 8. I remember her (snippets here and there) but I don't really remember my life before then. So, it stands to reason that this kid will never know what life is like without a cell phone.